Brother After Dark

Seven

“What? Where?” I managed to ask.

He pointed at the tall five-star hotel across the street.

“Are you kidding me?”

He shook his head. “I was celebrating my birthday, remember? My… father thought I should do it in fashion.”

After two minutes, we entered the hotel lobby. We were soaking wet from the rain, and my clothes were totally ruined.

Zach pulled me to the elevators and pressed his floor. The long ascent to his hotel room felt like a short descent to my first indiscretion. Zach and I were like fireworks in a public place, I wonder how we would be in a private, enclosed place with a comfortable bed between us.

Zach’s room has a small sitting area with a small couch and a shower room. The bedroom was huge, with a California king bed, a dining table, a balcony, and en suite bathroom. I took off his jacket and hung it in the bathroom. Then I took off my wet shoes and dabbed a towel all over my wet skin.

Outside, the rain only poured harder than before. Lightning occasionally illuminated the skies, followed by the softer sound of thunder.

“It doesn’t look like the rain will stop for a while,” he said to me as he stared at my wet clothes. “I think you better get out of those clothes and stay the night.”

I stared back at him and raised a suspicious brow.

“No, no! I meant… you’re wet and…”

He’s making it worse! Is he nervous?

“I mean…” he took a deep breath and gave me an embarrassed smile, which looked adorable rather than seductive. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman, I promise,” he said. “But you need to get out of those clothes before you get sick. I’ll lend you a shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. The hotel has twenty-four-seven dry cleaning services.”

I couldn’t say anything. I was afraid I wouldn’t make coherent sentences anyway. I turned around and went back to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I took a nice, warm bath. It relaxed my muscles and calmed my senses, but it did nothing to stop my heart from doing jumping jacks inside my ribcage.

Would he kiss me again? I wanted him to. But then… I knew we both might not have the courage to stop this time. Was I ready? Did I have to be ready? What if Zach and I only had this one night? What if this was my one chance to live a fantasy with a guy who’s everything I could have hoped for. I didn’t know him well enough. Everything he showed me could be an act to entice me to go to bed with him. But at this point, did I care? Did I want him for a long time? Or did I just want to get lost in the moment, have a magical time, and remember this for the rest of my life?

Decisions! Decisions! Decisions!

When I came out of the bathroom wearing a long-sleeved bathrobe, Zach was waiting for me with a clean button-down shirt and a pair of boxers. His hair was disheveled and wet from the shower he must have taken in the bathroom outside. He smelled like fresh lemon soap, and he was topless, revealing a full six-pack and toned biceps for my eyes to feast on.

When I closed the door behind me, I realized that… decisions were not really that hard to make!

I wore his shirt, which was made of thin cotton fabric. My underwear was soaked, so I had to wear his shirt without a bra and go commando under his boxer shorts, which were too big for me. His shirt ended above my knees. I tied it into a knot above my belly button, revealing my tiny waist and flat belly. Then I towel-dried my hair before coming out of the bathroom.

Zach stared at me for a full minute.

“I’m sorry. Your clothes are far too big for me,” I said, feeling self-conscious as he stared back at me.

He shook his head. “No, I think they look sexier on you than they do on me.”

We stood in silence for a while. Me, in an almost-sheer white shirt, and him, entirely shirtless. As we stared at each other, we were vaguely aware that we were charging the air—sexually.

A bolt of lightning struck the skies. It didn’t take long for Zach to cross the room to get to me. By the time the sound of booming thunder filled the room, I was already in his arms. I found myself being carried to bed.

I fought the shivers that ran down my spine. I wasn’t sure whether it was because of the thunder or because of Zach’s arms around me. I closed my eyes as he settled me on the bed and held me to him, caressing my head, breathing against my ear, telling me that he was there, that he wasn’t going anywhere.

I closed my eyes and allowed Zach to comfort me as I rested my head on the crook of his shoulder. He pulled the blanket over us. I was exhausted, and the sound of thunder was unsettling for me. But I was thankful to be held by this wonderful guy who made me feel like he would go to hell and back to protect me.

When I opened my eyes again, the rain had subsided. I turned to the bedside clock and saw that it was three in the morning. Zach was quietly snoring beside me, his arms around my waist.

When I moved, he stirred and then slowly opened his eyes. He stared back at me and smiled lazily.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. Then he asked, “How do you deal with storms when you’re on your own?”

“More than 70 percent of the time, it doesn’t rain much in London. I like rain anyway. It’s the thunderstorms I’m scared of.” Which was why I didn’t like going back home. We had thunderstorms at least 85 days in a year.

“When the thunders bother you, call me, okay?” he said quietly. “Doesn’t matter what time of the day it is.”

Is he for real?

Is this just a put-on?

Do I care?

I buried my head on his shoulder and rested my palm on top of his toned abs. They were solid and firm against my touch. I closed my eyes and inhaled his sweet, masculine scent.

I absent-mindedly traced circles on his abs. He sucked in a deep breath and said, “Be careful, baby girl. I’m already struggling to keep my hands to myself, like I promised.”

I smiled lazily but didn’t stop teasing him.

“Oh god!” he groaned. Then he moved so swiftly I barely had time to react. He was on top of me, his weight pinning me against the soft mattress.

I laughed and tried to push him away. “Zach, please!”

He shook his head. “You were asking for this, you little tease! I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

I watched helplessly as his face descended to mine. He kissed me gently. His tongue traced my lips, begging for entrance. I opened them to let him in, giving him permission. He took my hands in his and pinned them above my head as his knees slowly probed mine apart. I felt his solid cock between my thighs.

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. He swallowed them with his kisses. His lips left mine only so he could nuzzle my neck and my ears. I bit my lips to keep from screaming. His hands crept to the side of my body, almost touching my breasts… but not quite. His hands stopped on my waist. He gave it a gentle squeeze before moving his hands upward again. His fingers crept under the shirt he lent me. It went up dangerously until this thumb was resting at the base of my breast.

He took my lips again. This time, his kisses were more demanding, and they were provoking all sorts of brand-new emotions in me. He was fanning my desire, until I knew I would be helpless to stop this from happening. I was going to lose myself to this guy.

I felt the heat of his fingers when he touched the base of my breasts. Slowly… precisely. Then he pulled away so he could look at me in the eyes. The look on his face was dark and drunk with desire. His arousal felt harder against my mound. Finally, I felt his fingers on my peak, gently pressing on it.

“Oh my god!” I breathed.

He gave my breast a gentle squeeze at the same time he pushed his hips forward, putting pressure on my most sensitive part. I tumbled and fell. I closed my eyes, biting my lower lip.

He gave me a dangerous smile when he leaned forward again, and his lips descended on the peak he was teasing, replacing his fingers with his mouth.

“Zach!” I finally screamed.

He suckled on my nipple, and then the other. I hugged his head to me, giving him complete permission, hopeless to stop him from what he was doing.

He pulled back in a kneeling position, pulling me with him. I got a glimpse of the tent underneath his boxers. The full mast of his erection was massive! I wondered how he would manage to fit that in me. This night was going to be as painful as it would be pleasurable.

He peeled off his shirt from my body, and then he pinned me against the mattress again. There was no subtleness in the way he was touching me now. When he sucked my nipple and left a kiss mark on my breast, there was no disguising what he was doing—he was marking me.

His hand moved down slowly. I knew where it would go next, and I almost fainted in anticipation. He stopped kissing me and looked at me in the eyes. The look of lust on his face was unmistakable. Then I felt his hand on my pussy, his fingers slowly teased my sensitive clit, I felt like I was going to explode any minute.

My breathing became labored and short. His fingers slid down along the line of my slit.

“Oh my god, Zach!” I almost screamed.

He pushed one finger inside me, and I couldn’t help pulling him to me and clinging to his body.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby girl!” he whispered in a guttural voice.

He continued stimulating my pussy. I was wantonly giving him permission to touch me in places where no guy had ever touched before. My hand explored his hard muscles. He was all male, divine and beautiful in every possible way. Slowly, my hand crept down to touch him where his arousal was most evident.

“That’s it. Touch my dick, baby girl,” he moaned. “See what you’re doing to me! Feel how hard you’re making me.”

My fingers circled his girth. I could barely fit his cock in my hand. “Oh god, Zach. You’re… you’re too big.” He really was. And suddenly, I wasn’t sure I could get through this.

He sensed my hesitation. He pulled back and stared into my eyes.

“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered.

“You will,” I said with certainty.

He shook his head. “I’ll go slow—as slow as humanly possible, as gentle as gentlemanly possible. But, baby girl, I gotta have you! I promise, I won’t hurt you.”

“You will,” I insisted. He drew his brows together, questioning my response. I took a deep breath and added, “I’ve… I’ve never done this before.”

His fingers stopped teasing my slit as he went still, not even breathing.

“You mean… you’re a virgin?”