Foolish Games: A Brothers Best Friend Fake Dating Romance

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Vivienne Delacroix

It’s late morning when I wake up warm and comfortable in my own bed, with a deep ache in my lower belly that reminds me of the absolute pounding Sebastian delivered last night. I stretch and shiver at the erotic memory, then roll over to find the idiot snoring softly beside me, sprawled out on his back with the blankets pushed down to his hips. After we woke Lennox to take me to my car, Sebastian refused to go home again, instead insisting on coming back to my house so he could hold me for a few minutes before he left. True to his word, that’s all he wanted when we slid between my soft sheets.

And thank god for that, because I’m so sore there’s no way I could have done more. For a minute, I lie there just admiring the view of his strong, masculine body on display. Then reality sets in, and alarm bells go off in my head. It’s Saturday morning, the one day my brother and I are allowed to sleep in, but everyone’s home. He was supposed to slip out before anyone else woke up and found him here.

“Hey,” I whisper-shout, poking his shoulder. “You were supposed to leave.”

His lids flutter open, and he gives me a slow, delicious smile. “Oops,” he says, rolling toward me and pulling me in to nuzzle my neck. “I must have fallen asleep.”

“You have to get out,” I hiss. “My parents are downstairs. My brother’s in the next room.”

“Wasn’t that the case last time I stayed over?” he asks, kissing my neck and making warm shimmers of pleasure race over me. He slides a hand under the blankets and down my body, stroking my neatly shaved strip of pubic hair.

“Yeah, but you left early that time,” I remind him, trying to pull his hand away. “Besides, I gave it up. Why are you even still here? Aren’t you supposed to be a player? I thought being gone before your booty call woke up the next morning would be your favorite move.”

“Wouldn’t you rather spend all day in bed with me?” he asks, slipping a finger into my slit and stroking my tender flesh. He nibbles at my earlobe, breathing into my ear and sending goosebumps rushing over me. “We could fuck and watch the Razorback game and eat in bed and fuck again in the shower.”

“That sounds perfect,” I admit, my nails biting into his bicep as he pushes a finger deep inside me. I’m sore as hell, but it still feels so good I can’t help myself. I drop my head back, drawing a slow breath. Then I hear footsteps in the room beside mine, and my head jerks up. “But we can’t. This isn’t a hotel, Sebastian. It’s my house. And you’re not supposed to be here.”

“Why not?” he asks. “Daddy doesn’t want his little princess slumming it with a man of ill repute?”

“You’re not—”

He rolls over, pulling me on top of him. “Then fuck me.”

“I… I can’t,” I say, sitting up and glancing at the door.

He reaches up and pulls my chin around toward him. “I locked the door. Now ride my cock like you rode my hand last night. You said you were my whore now, didn’t you? So stop acting like a prude and let me see you take every inch of me like I know you can.”

“I’m too sore,” I admit, my cheeks heating. It hurts more today than the morning after my first time, but there’s no way I’m telling Sebastian Swift that and making his head grow another three sizes too big.

He spits on his hand and pushes the blankets from between us, slicking his palm over his cock. Then he takes my hips and starts to move me, sliding my slick heat along his length without penetrating me.

“Please?” he says, giving me the look he does when he’s trying to melt my resolve. “I want to watch your face when you cum. You’re so fucking beautiful, Vivienne.”

I know he’s just saying those things to manipulate me into giving in, but when he begins to stroke his thumb over my clit in rhythm with my hips, it feels so good I don’t even care. We already did it. What would one more time hurt? I’ve never cum so hard in my life, and I want to know if it was a fluke. It’s only right to test it out one more time. It’ll be for research purposes.

Sebastian grips the base of his cock and positions the thick head at my entrance, nudging against my sore flesh. “Time to slide that tight little pussy down over my cock and show me how a good girl fucks when she wants it bad.”

I lift my hips, biting my lip and wincing as his girth stretches me open again.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, watching me sink onto him. “Your pussy’s so hot. It feels so good, Princess.”

“It hurts,” I whimper.

“That’s okay,” he says, massaging my clit with his thumb. “I want you to feel me when I’m gone.”

My thighs are shaking, but I ease down onto him until he’s pressed up against the tender, sore place inside me that he battered last night. “Oh god,” I gasp. “Give me a second.”

“I told you that last half inch is the one that makes you see god,” he says, all smugness now that he’s gotten what he wants.

No way in hell am I telling him that it’s more than the half that make me see god.

Especially not when he folds an arm under his head and wets his lips, raising his brow in a challenge, like he thinks I’ll back out now.

“Has anyone ever told you how infuriating you are?” I demand.

“Yeah, but I can usually fuck the fury out of them. Is that what my little princess needs?”

“Do you need the smirk slapped off your face?”

“Ooh, that sounds fun,” he says, gripping my hip and giving a vicious little thrust that makes my knees clench and leaves me gasping for breath. “Give it a shot. But fair warning, if you do, I’m going to slap your ass raw while I fuck it until it’s as loose as your cunt was last night.”

“God, I hate you,” I grit out, lifting and slamming down onto him.

He groans, his eyes rolling back. “Then stop fucking me like you love me.”

I move up and down his shaft in deep strokes, giving my clit a little pump against his pelvic bone with each pass. The soreness from the night before doesn’t ebb, but the pleasure overrides it as I seek the ending my body craves.

“Love you?” I ask with a scoff. “Never. But I’m beginning to see the appeal of a fuck boy.”

Sebastian sits up and grabs me around the waist. “Hold the headboard,” he growls in my ear. “I’m going to really give it to you now.”

I lean forward and grip the heavy wooden headboard, and he wraps his arm so tight around me I can hardly breathe, slamming me down on him and impaling me with savage blows that bring soft cries from my lips and tears to my eyes.

“You like that?” he taunts. “Only good girls get it gentle. You want to be a bad girl with a boy toy on call, this is how you get fucked.”

He rams into me until I’m almost crying from his roughness. I can barely speak as I release the headboard and shove at his chest. “Let me,” I manage, pushing him flat again.

I take control and seek my own pleasure since he only seems concerned with his today. He grabs my hips, grinding me against his pelvic bone until I’m whimpering and biting down on my lip so I don’t scream. I throw my head back, letting my sleep tousled hair tumble down my back as ride him.

“Fuck,” he grits out suddenly, his hips jerking in a spasm under mine. His cock throbs thick inside me, and I let out an involuntary cry, trying to move off. He grabs me and holds my hips locked with his, grinding up into me as liquid heat fills my core. His hips keep quaking, his cock throbbing more cum into me.

“Let me off,” I cry.

He rolls over, flipping me onto my back, still buried to the hilt inside me. “Sorry,” he says, his eyes dazed and glassy. “You looked so fucking incredible riding me like that, stretched around my cock and taking every inch like you were made for me… I couldn’t hold it.”

“You didn’t pull out.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” he says. “God, Viv, I want to crawl inside you and never leave.”

He presses frantic kisses to my mouth, grinding his hips against mine before drawing back slowly. “Let me finish you,” he says, sliding down my body before I can protest that I need to clean up first.

He runs his hands up the back of my thighs to my knees, then pushes my knees up, resting his weight on them and holding me folded in half while he leans down, flicking his tongue over my swollen clit. I whimper, and he grabs my hands, wrapping them around my knees. “Stay just like that,” he orders, smearing his fingers through my folds before pulling me open with a finger and thumb. “God damn, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Little Miss Perfect with her cunt fucked loose and dripping my cum…”

Before I have time to be embarrassed, he dives in. His tongue assaults my clit with strong, confident strokes while he slides two fingers easily into me, pushing his cum back in with each pass. After a minute, he works another one in, making me gasp and jerk under him. Then he eases one out and presses to my rear entrance.

“Sebastian,” I cry, grabbing handfuls of the sheet under us. “Don’t.”

With a firm push, he sinks one slick finger in. The sensation is new and strange, and I feel so vulnerable I think I might cry. Before I can squirm away, he sinks two fingers back into my pussy.

“Fuck, no, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he growls, then latches onto my clit, sucking hard while his fingers pump into both holes. In seconds, the sensation of all of it at once overwhelms me. I release my knees and grab a pillow, dragging it over my face to muffle the sound as I cry out wordlessly, clenching and pulsing against Sebastian’s fingers and tongue.

My back arches and my hips pump up and down involuntarily as orgasm grips me. Sebastian keeps sucking my overstimulated, swollen clit until I use all my strength to push him away, sure I’m going to scream in pain if he keeps up his assault on the sensitive bud.

“God damn, Viv,” he says. “I think I’m in love. I’ve never gotten hard again this fast in my life.”

Slipping his fingers out of me, he slides up the bed, pulls the pillow off my face, and pushes back into me. I’m still so dazed I can’t even comprehend going again, but he starts pumping hard and fast. All my insecurities suddenly rear up now that I’ve satisfied the hunger inside me, and all I can think about is how my naked body looks in full daylight, how much of me he just saw and used. How wet and sloppy our sex sounds. How I must have smelled.

Chaz was unsure about trying oral, and I was too self-conscious to even think about it—never mind after several rounds of raw sex. We didn’t even have regular sex in broad daylight. I’m a lights-out kind of girl. Or I thought I was before Sebastian put me in the spotlight for his friends.

Hell, I’ve barely ever done any of this, and I’m not ready for any of it, but that doesn’t stop Sebastian from bulldozing right over my objections and having his way with me. He throws my leg over his shoulder and drills me into the bed, fucking me frantically, like a man possessed.

“Sebastian,” I manage, wincing at the tenderness inside me.

“I could fuck you forever, my sexy little whore,” he growls, watching his cock sliding to the hilt inside me with each trust. “Look how well you’re taking me.”

Suddenly, a knock sounds at the door, interrupting my freak out and sending me into a whole new spiral of terror.

“Yo, Viv,” Rob calls. “You on the phone?”

“Y-yes.” I grab for the receiver on the bedside table, like he’s going to call me on the other line. “Get off me,” I mouth to Sebastian, who’s pushed up on his hands but is still buried inside me.

He gives me a grin that’s pure evil, slowing to rock his pelvic bone directly over my raw, overstimulated clit. “Never.”

I glare up at him, holding the phone to my ear like someone’s actually calling. “What do you want?” I shout to Rob.

“Thought I heard you talking,” he calls back. “Want to go down to the club and grab some food, maybe shoot nine holes?”

“Golf?” Sebastian whispers incredulously, looking like he’s about to burst into laughter.

“Shut up,” I hiss.

In response, he gives a vicious thrust, burying his cock mercilessly deep inside my bruised core.

“Maybe later,” I choke out as he drags himself out slow and then rams his cock deep.

“I’m hungry now,” Robert whines outside my door.

“Go away,” I yell, unable to think of anything clever to say.

Sebastian is shaking with silent laughter as he continues to torment me.

“You don’t have to be a bitch about it,” Robert yells back. “I’ll just swing by Sebastian’s and pick him up to go with me.”

I hear him walk away before I shove at Sebastian furiously.

He grabs my hands and pins them to the bed beside my head. “Give me one more, and I’ll stop,” he says, thrusting harder.

“I can’t,” I gasp out.

“Then I’m never stopping,” he says, moving faster.

“Let—me—on—top,” I manage, my voice high and choppy from the frantic pounding he’s giving me. He kneels up, dragging me along with him, so I’m straddling his hips while his knees are on the bed. I bounce on his dick, the new angle making me see stars.

“Look,” he orders, gripping my hips and slamming me down onto him. I look at where we’re joined, watching my pussy stretch around his girth, taking him in with each pass. His cock is red and raw looking, slick with streaks of cum. The sight pushes me closer, and I reach down, fingering my clit.

“Fuck,” he barks, seeing my fingers on my swollen flesh. His hips grind upwards, and I feel him expand before he cums deep inside me. “Fuck, Viv.”

He captures my breast, sucking hard at my nipple and sending a new wave of pleasure slamming into me. My hips rock as I chase his orgasm with my own, my walls clenching rhythmically around his length as the last shocks go through him, his hips twitching as he holds me wrapped tightly in his arms, crushing me to him. My body takes over, my rocking in rhythm with his tongue as he draws on my nipple until I’m whimpering and gasping, the orgasm cresting and sucking him deeper, milking every drop of his seed into my core.

I’m so worn out I can barely move after the orgasm, and the intimacy of our position, watching our bodies join in this most primal, primitive way, has aftershocks of something else gripping my body every few seconds. Something far more terrifying than him seeing the soft curve of my belly or a jiggle of my hips or even being caught by my brother.

“Sebastian,” I whisper, swallowing hard.

“Vivienne,” he whispers back, stroking the skin below my ear with the back of his fingers. He leans in and kisses me tenderly, so sweetly it aches deeper than my throbbing core. “You’re not just a spoiled little princess, are you? You’re a whole fucking queen.”

Our eyes lock for a long moment, but before I can say anything stupid and emotional, he leans in, kissing me slow and deep this time. His mouth tastes like me, but I’m not embarrassed. I’m just scared. Because I know it’s too late to stop this from meaning anything, no matter how much it seemed like it was just wild, animal sex at the time. And I know that it’s too late to keep from being another notch on Sebastian Swift’s bedpost, and infinitely worse, too late to keep from being another heart he breaks.