Foolish Games: A Brothers Best Friend Fake Dating Romance

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Sebastian Swift

“Stop it,” Vivienne whispers as my fingers skim up her inner thigh. She squeezes her knees together, trapping my hand. She’s on my lap, so I have the perfect angle to work my hand a little deeper anyway, until I can touch her lace panties. I smile against her shoulder blade when I feel the dampness waiting for me.

“I told you what would happen if you wore a skirt next time,” I murmur against her jacket. “Isn’t that the reason you wore this?”

“They’ll know,” she hisses.

“And that will make you cum even harder,” I assure her, tugging the fabric aside and sliding a finger under to touch her pussy.

We’re crammed next to the door on the bench seat of the North brothers’ El Camino, while Daniel sits in the middle, carrying on a conversation in Spanish with Maddox, who’s driving tonight.

Viv’s thighs clench harder, and she squirms to get off my finger, but the pussy don’t lie. Her clit’s already swollen with arousal, peeking out of her lips. A swell of pride goes through me. My girl didn’t just wear something for easy access, but she got all worked up while I’ve been inching my hand up her thigh during the car ride. I hold her panties aside with my thumb and stroke her clit slowly, showing her how much I appreciate it.

“Sebastian,” she grits out through clenched teeth.

“Yeah, Viv?” I ask, shoving my hand deeper and burying a finger to the knuckle inside her. She whimpers, her thighs falling open. I nip at her neck, my teeth sinking in to keep me from making more noise than she is. I draw my finger out and slide it deep into her tight, wet cunt. My other hand grips her hip, holding her pinned to my aching erection. I grind my hips up against her, imagining how tight she’d stretch around my cock. I growl against her neck, adding a second finger. I pump into her hard and fast, and suddenly, the sound of her slick cunt sucking my fingers is the only noise in the car.

“Stop,” she whispers, barely audible.

Maddox sniffs the air. “I can smell what you’re doing from here,” he grumbles.

“Yeah,” Daniel says. “Quit fingering your bitch in front of the homies unless we get a turn too.”

“Touch her and die,” I growl, angling her toward the door, so even her shoulder is away from him.

“She making a mess on my brother’s seat?” Maddox asks.

“Not yet,” I say, wiggling my fingers inside Viv.

She gasps, squirming to get off my fingers.

“You sure she ain’t a community ho?” Daniel asks. “Cause if she is, we’re all going to bust in her tonight.”

“Vivienne is my girl, not my bitch,” I say flatly. “Now shut the fuck up or I’ll have to stomp you into the ground.”

“Fucking try it,” he growls.

We pull up alongside the street at Maddox’s, where we’re having a house party after the game. I give Viv’s clit a lazy stroke, chuckling when her thighs quake. Then I draw out my hand and open the door. “After you, Princess.”

She climbs out, and I hold back laughter when I see she’s walking a little funny, squirming to get her panties back in place. Or maybe it’s because they’re soaked, and the cold makes them uncomfortable. I sling an arm around her shoulder and pull her in, kissing her head through her hat. “To be continued,” I murmur.

“I hate you,” she grumbles.

“But your pussy loves me,” I remind her.

“Right now, it hates you too.”

“Aww, are you mad you didn’t get to cum?” I tease. “I can fix that.”

“Let’s just get this over with,” she says with a sigh.

After grabbing a plate of party food, I lead her to an empty spot against the railing on the small back porch. A few people are standing around shivering and smoking cigarettes. Viv tucks her hands into the pockets of her coat that probably cost as much as my house or some shit.

“I’ll keep you warm later,” I promise, loading up some chips and dumping them in my mouth. I’m fucking starving after the game.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“I was a good boy last time,” I remind her, batting my lashes and giving her my most persuasive look. “You know I can control myself. I just want to hold you again.”

“Maybe,” she mutters, glancing around. “But if Rob’s awake when we get home, you can’t come to my room.”

“Deal,” I say, reaching over to smack her ass. “Now go get us some beers, woman.”

I make sure we stay late at the party, so Rob won’t be up. Nothing’s going to keep me from finishing what I started on the car ride here. A few hours after he leaves, when the party’s basically dead, I look around for a ride. Billy’s our usual ride, but he’s passed out cold on the couch. A dozen more bodies are crammed onto the armchair and the small living room floor.

“Hey,” I say, stepping into the kitchen where Maddox is pawing trash off the table into a trash bag. “Can you give us a lift back to Viv’s car?”

“Si, but I’m pretty fuckin’ trashed,” he slurs.

Viv tugs at my hand and shakes her head, her lips tight. “It’s okay,” she says. “We’ll find someone.”

“Everyone else is passed out,” I point out.

Maddox stands there swaying on his feet and blinking at us. “Lennox passed out early,” he says at last. “Wake him up in a few hours and he can give you a ride back.”

“Okay,” Viv says, nodding.

“Got anywhere we can crash until then?” I ask.

He narrows his eyes, his gaze moving back and forth between us. “You fucking tonight?”

I look at Viv.

“No,” Vivienne says, glaring at me. “We’re not.”

Maddox pauses, clearly deliberating. “I’ll give you Mom’s room, but if you fuck in there, I’ll be fucking your mom as payment.”

“I guess we’re not fucking,” I say, holding up both hands.

“We won’t even sleep on the bed together,” Vivienne assures Maddox.

“Why not?” he asks, giving me a funny look as he heads down the hall.

“Yeah, why not?” I ask. “Afraid you’ll be too tempted?”

Maddox unlocks the door to his mom’s bedroom and swings it open. “I better not hear you fucking,” he says, glowering at me. “I mean it, Bash.”

“Got it,” I say. “We’ll be fine. I can keep it in my pants for a couple hours.”

“Good,” he says, nodding to the radio alarm clock with red digital numbers on the front. “Mom will be home from her shift at five-thirty, so wake Lennox at five and he can take you to your car.”

He pulls the door closed behind him, and I lock it before pulling Viv into my arms. I press my lips to hers, finally giving her the kiss I’ve wanted for so long. I let my lips linger until her arms circle my neck and she angles her head, deepening the kiss. At last, I slide my tongue inside, tasting her mouth.

“Bash,” she says, her voice breathy as she pulls away. “We can’t.”

“It’s just a kiss.”

“It’s never just a kiss, is it?” she asks.

Before I can ask what that means, she steps into the half bath and closes the door.

I look around, then shed my clothes and slide into Maddox’s mom’s bed, which is weird as hell, but there’s no way I’m sleeping on the floor when I can have Vivienne Delacroix in my arms for the next few hours.

Finally, she steps out of the bathroom. She takes one look at me and sighs. “I’ll sleep on the floor,” she says. “It’s just for a few hours, anyway.”

“Fuck that and get your ass over here,” I say, opening the blankets. “I’m not missing a chance this good. Get in the bed.”

She stares at me for a few seconds, then reluctantly steps closer. “Just cuddling,” she reminds me.

“Sure, Princess,” I say, holding up both hands. “Though I think I owe you an orgasm for leaving you with blue balls earlier.”

When she steps closer, I pull her into the bed with me, hungry for her touch. I press my lips to hers, softly at first, until she responds. When she starts kissing me back, I slide my hands up and down her body, feeling her soft curves in my hands the way I’ve wanted to for so long. I tug at the bottom of her shirt, slipping my hands under and skimming my palms over her soft skin. She moans into my mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body closer to mine. I deepen the kiss, angling her head and sliding my tongue between her lips again.

She opens eagerly for me, her tongue moving against mine, the taste of her hot, wet mouth making me groan with desire. My cock throbs under her when I pull her onto my lap, the weight of her on my dick nearly driving me out of my head. I tug at her shirt, but she stops me.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re just making out,” I point out. “Relax, Princess. I told you I was going to finish what I started in the car. Then we can cuddle like last time.”

“Okay,” she relents, letting me ease her shirt up over her head before tossing it on the floor. I quickly undo her bra and pull it off too. The sight of her smooth, bare skin and her soft, bare tits makes my head spin.

I pull her around so she’s straddling me, and our hungry mouths meet again. As our kiss deepens and becomes more urgent, I let my hands roam over her body the way I’ve been dying to do for months. I take one of her soft tits in my palm and pinch her nipple while biting gently on her pillowy lower lip. She shudders against me, grinding her hips against mine and burying her tongue deep in my mouth again. Tugging gently at her rosebud nipple, I break our kiss and lean down, taking it into my mouth.

“Sebastian,” she whispers, her hands clutching my head as I begin to suck gently. “We can’t.”

“We can,” I insist. “Just think about Maddox in the next room, listening to me make you moan.”

She shudders, her breath coming faster, and I slide a hand down her body, under her skirt, before sinking a finger into her slit. I stroke her clit slowly, taking up the same rhythm as my tongue as I suck at her nipple again, making her draw in a sharp gasp. When her pussy is soaked, I bury my hand deeper into her panties, driving a finger into her cunt.

She tenses, her thighs straining, and I release her nipple and blow gently on it. “Ride my hand, Princess,” I say, pumping a finger into her wet heat. “I want to feel your cum dripping off my fingers.”

She obeys, rolling her hips as I palm her tit and nip at her plump upper lip. She sucks in a breath, her teeth skimming the stubble on my chin as I bite down harder. “Two fingers,” she blurts out.

I sit back, smirking at her. “What?”

“Like you did last time,” she says, riding my hand hard as she chases her pleasure.

“I knew I’d turn you into a bad girl,” I say, pulling her panties aside so I can watch as I push another finger against her entrance. “Look at you, asking to be stretched while I finger your hungry little pussy in our friend’s mom’s bed.”

She bears down, sinking onto them and groaning aloud. I’m about to explode just watching her cunt stretch around my fingers. I let her find her rhythm, fucking my hand, and I’m glad she’s doing this for herself, because all I want to do is watch. The light from the bathroom filters out, glowing golden over her bare skin, her soft curves. The muscles in her slender, strong thighs flex as she rolls her hips, and the muscles in her torso stretch and clench as she moves, her bare tits swaying gently in front of me like the most mouthwatering tease.

As much as I want to suck them and make her moan, I’m too captivated to move. I only watch until she lets out a soft cry, her body tightening. Goosebumps sweep over her skin, and her nipples tighten into little knots, and she drops her head back, her mouth open as she gasps out her pleasure. Her cunt pulses maddeningly around my fingers, and hot wetness bathes my palm. With a groan, I kneel up, lifting her with me, and flip her onto her back, with her head toward the foot of the bed.

Then I pull my fingers out and push my cock inside her. Her eyes fly wide when I drive deeper. “What are you doing?” she shrieks.

I lay a hand over her mouth and pull back before pushing in even deeper. “Shhh,” I say, pumping my cock just a few inches into her tight flesh, loosening her up before I go deeper. “Don’t want to wake Maddox, do you?”

She pries my hand loose and pushes at my shoulders. “Sebastian,” she hisses. “I said no sex.”

“And then you fucked the shit out of my hand,” I say, giving a little thrust that makes her mouth drop open and her eyes roll back in her head.

“I’m not ready,” she gasps.

“You’re more than ready,” I argue. “You’re soaked. Feel how wet you are.”

I take her hand and move it between us, so she can feel her slick pussy taking me in. She swallows, staring up at me as I slowly push deeper. Her fingers circle my cock, and her eyes go so wide I can see white all around her deep, milk chocolate irises.

The sensation of her fingers on my cock makes my hips jerk involuntarily, giving her another inch.

“You’re too big,” she whimpers, her voice trembling.

“Just relax, Princess,” I say, leaning down to kiss her forehead. I kiss over her eyelids, her cheeks, and plant a little peck on her nose before skimming my lips across hers. “You’re doing great. Want to watch yourself take the last inch?”

She pauses, her eyes shiny with tears, and then nods. I push up on my hands, and she rises onto her elbows, spreading her knees for me and holding aside the soaked fabric of her panties. Together, we watch as I bury myself to the hilt inside her. A loud groan escapes me at the sight of her taking every inch of me, at the sensation of my cock buried balls deep in her snug little cunt.

This time, she covers my mouth, her gaze flying to the door. I don’t care if Maddox walks in with a shotgun right now. She’s mine. I can smell her pussy on her fingers where she was just touching herself, and I pull them into my mouth, sucking and biting, tasting her cunt while my cock is buried in it.

I pull out to the tip and then drive in hard and fast this time, claiming her with one deep thrust. Her head falls back, her mouth open in a gasp.

“Take it,” I growl, slamming into her again. “Take it in your tight little snatch until it’s loose as a whore’s.”

“Oh god,” she moans, lifting her hips to meet mine.

I wrap a hand around her chin and bring her face level again. “Say it,” I order, grinding my pelvic bone against her clit. “Tell me to fuck you like a dirty little whore.”

“Fuck me,” she chokes out on a breath. “Make me your whore.”

My cock throbs hard, and I drive into her so hard she falls back on the bed with a mewling cry. I lean down, latching onto her nipple and sucking hard while I rut into her like an animal, my strokes rough and frantic. I can’t get enough, can’t fuck her hard enough or deep enough or fast enough. All the frustration of this year, of my attraction to my best friend’s sister, and not being able to have her, and her stubborn streak and smart mouth and biting comments, comes pouring out of me as I stab into her bare cunt over and over.

She moans my name, burying a hand in my hair and pulling her panties aside further, giving herself to me. She’s so wet I can hear the sloppy sounds of us fucking, can feel her arousal slicking my balls. Tension coils tight in my groin, but I don’t want it to be over.

I pull out, ignoring her cry of protest, and drag her sideways on her big, soft bed. I hop down, my feet landing silently in the threadbare carpet. Then I flip her over, pull her underwear down, open her thighs, and bury my face in her.

“I’m gonna cum,” she cries.

I give her ass a firm, hard smack. “Not yet,” I order. “I want to feel you cum on my cock this time.”

I thumb her clit, stroking my tongue through her slit a few times, lapping up our combined arousal from between her folds. Then I stand, grab a handful of her hair at the crown of her head, and ram into her as hard as I can. She buries her face in the bed and screams, her body tightening at the new angle, her hands fisting into the comforter. I plow into her, dragging her head back.

“Hold it in,” I growl. “If I can’t be loud, you can’t, either.”

“Harder,” she chokes out.

I brace my feet on the floor and slam into her with bruising force, making the bed scoot an inch with each brutal thrust. The springs squeak rhythmically, adding to the sounds of us fucking—Vivienne’s soft whimpers of pleasure and pain, the sound of my balls slapping her wet pussy, my hips connecting with her ass as I pummel her insides.

“Finger your clit,” I order, and she reaches under, arching her back to let me go deeper as she touches herself.

“Oh god,” she blurts. “I can’t hold on, Sebastian. I’m going to cum.”

“Do it.”

“Pull out,” she gasps.

“No,” I growl back. “You’re going to take every drop of my cum like a filthy little whore.”

“Sebastian—” Her voice is choked off on a cry of pleasure as she loses control. Her cunt pulses hard along my length, sucking me like a mouth. The sensation inside her bare, slick walls makes me lose any control I had. Tingles explode up my spine, my hips jolt forward, my cock expands, and I spill deep inside her core as she cries out into the bed again and again. I give a last, quick thrust, watching her ass jiggle when my hips connect, her back arch for me as I grind in as hard as I can, locking my hips to hers and squeezing out every last drop inside her.

For a long minute, neither of us move. Then I lower myself onto her back, my muscles shaking with the intensity of that orgasm. I gently move her hair off her back and kiss up the ladder of her spine, skimming a hand over her buttery-soft skin as aftershocks quake through us.

“Fuck,” I whisper through heaving breaths.

“You didn’t pull out,” she accuses.

“And I never will,” I say, kissing one shoulder blade and then the other. “Not if it feels that good.”

“Get off,” she says, trying to elbow me but failing.

“Already did,” I mumble against her back.

“Do you have any idea what my parents would do if I got pregnant?” she hisses.

“Hopefully make you marry me,” I say, rolling off when she keeps struggling. I slide up onto the bed, too spent to move the blankets aside first.

“You’re an animal,” she snaps, standing in all her naked glory, her eyes flashing, her mouth pulled into the cutest little scowl of fury. “You don’t care because you’re a guy. There are no consequences for you.”

“That’s not fair,” I say, sitting up. “Now you better stop being so cute when you’re mad, or I’ll do it again.”

“Shut up,” she huffs, stomping into the bathroom to clean up. When she comes out, she stops and stares at me lying on her bed, equally naked. Her throat moves as she swallows, and I watch in amusement as she tears her gaze away from my ink with effort.

“Come on,” I say, finally moving the blankets and sliding down onto the sheets. “We’ll spoon a little, and then I’ll go. I’m sure nothing will happen. It was one time.”

“You better be right,” she says, climbing onto the bed. “Because if you got me pregnant, it won’t just be Rob coming after you. My whole family will destroy you if you mess up my life path.”

“You won’t?” I ask, pulling her into my arms and cuddling my hard, masculine body around her soft, feminine one. I nuzzle my chin into her hair and kiss her.

“I don’t have much say in the matter,” she says. “I’m a Delacroix. That comes with privileges and responsibilities both. Everyone gets a life path drawn up for them.”

“What if you change your mind?”

“You don’t,” she says flatly.

“But… What if you don’t like the life path?”

“Sometimes they take input,” she says. “But mostly, it’s a given that you’ll do what you’re supposed to do and not fuck up.”

“And fucking up includes getting pregnant in high school?” I ask. “Or is it just because it’s me? If it were Nerd Boy Chad, would they still have a problem with it?”

“Yes,” she says. “Though… Not as big a problem.”

“Wow,” I say, rolling onto my back. “So I really am just a fuck boy to you.”

“Considering I’m not the one who chose to fuck you, it’s a little hard to feel sorry for you right now.”

I think on that for a minute and then roll back to her, wrapping an arm around her middle and tucking her into the crook of my body. “You’re right,” I say, moving her hair aside and kissing the back of her neck. “I guess there are consequences for me after all.”

“We should wake Lennox and get a ride back before their mom gets home,” she says, yawning into the pillow.

“In a minute.” I don’t want to leave the warm bed with our sex smells lingering on the sheets. Not yet. I don’t want to stop touching her, even though apparently, she thinks I’m beneath her—so far beneath her that not only does she agree with her family, but she was never going to sleep with me at all. But it’s too late for that. Nothing could stop me from fucking her tonight, and nothing will stop me from doing it again. She’ll just have to get used to it, because I’m addicted now, and there’s no going back.