Chapter 32
LILY
When Max left me naked and sated in bed this morning, he made an off-handed comment about how great it will be when Zack finally joins us for good.
About how much fun he will have fully sharing me with him, and all it did was make my mind work overtime.
Zack had been avoiding us, which meant I knew I had to take matters into my own hands.
Desperate times and all that, and when I sent Max a picture of my plan before I left my apartment, he only replied with three words.
Wicked little thing.
Now I’m here, I think it’s actually my brother who may be the wicked one.
Reaching down, Zack fists the fabric of my throng, pulling it tight against my skin until I can feel it start to rip. He doesn't stop until it shreds in half, then he pulls it from my body, and I watch in fascination as he stuffs it into his pants pocket.
“You beg so pretty for me, sweetheart, but don’t worry, I got you.” He leans forward and drags his tongue up my slit without warning, making me shiver and moan.
He pulls away far too soon, leaving me wanting more, as his mouth moves to trail along each of my cheeks.
He lathers them with quick kisses and teasing licks, moving outward and back in, avoiding all the parts where I need him most. It feels like the most delicious torture ever, and I curse myself for trying to start a war with him, especially when my teeth once again sink into my lip to keep me from crying out.
“Don’t go all quiet on me now, you started this. Isn’t this exactly what you came here for?” he asks, once again dipping down, trailing his tongue all along my slit and up to my back hole.
“Yes,” I gasp, pushing against his mouth, wanting more, needing more, and I feel him smirk against me.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you look right now?” he asks, his mouth still continuing its assault.
“Dressed up and bent over like my own personal slut, begging to be fucked.” His hand smacks down harshly on my ass, forcing me to release my lip and cry out.
“I think you better be quiet actually, sweetheart, or poor Sasha will know exactly what we are doing in here.”
Another tease of his tongue along my slit, before he starts rolling it against my clit in the most sensual rhythm, pulling more moans from the back of my throat. “Oh fuck,” I gasp, as he plunges two fingers deep inside my cunt, fucking me in and out with them until I know they must be dripping.
Then he leans forward, shoving them into my mouth against my tongue.
“I said be quiet, little sister,” he grunts, forcing his fingers in and out of my mouth now, as his other hand once again comes down roughly against my ass.
“You come in here, disturb my work day, and think you can get away with it?” He spreads one of my cheeks wide so he can give himself more access to my pussy, his tongue dipping into my hole before moving back to my clit.
“I’m going to fuck you like the needy little slut you are, then send you back to your boyfriend dripping with my cum. ”
I nod against the desk, desperate for him to do just that, as I feel my orgasm crashing into me.
He must feel it too, because he doubles down on his assault on my clit, his mouth not relenting for a second, as it swells and pulses on his tongue.
My mouth is spilling with saliva round his fingers, my choked moans getting lost against his skin, as I free fall over the cliff.
My release explodes through me, my body trembling against his desk, as his tongue carries me through it.
Only once I’m done does he pull back, pushing to his feet and pulling his fingers from my mouth.
His eyes meet mine, and I watch in anticipation as he reaches down and unbuckles his belt, dropping down his zipper.
I let my stare fall down, lifting my head so I can watch as he pulls himself out and gives his cock a firm stroke.
It’s only when he lines himself up with my hole that I register how filthy this all is.
He is basically still dressed, shirt on and pants barely down, while I’m almost naked and draped over his desk like his next project to complete.
It’s wrong, dirty, downright insane, and it only gets worse when he presses the tip of himself inside me, uttering five depraved little words.
“Hold on tight, little sister.”
Then he slams inside of me without another thought.
“Oh fuck!” I cry, trying and failing to keep everyone outside of this office unaware of what we are doing, but he just feels too good.
“I know, baby, I know,” he grits, holding himself inside of me, as if he can’t bear to move, but I need him to move more than I have ever needed anything.
“Just move, Zack, please,” I beg, lifting my hips so he can slide in even deeper, and the two of us curse, but I feel his smile against my shoulder, as he drapes himself over me.
“Fuck, I keep telling myself your cunt isn’t perfect,” he groans, pulling himself out of me ever so slowly, before pushing back in with another moan.
“That it isn’t the best fucking thing I have ever felt in my life, but I’m nothing but a filthy fucking liar.
” His pleasured laugh skates over my skin, like he’s a master pulling my strings, and I never want to be free.
“Don’t stop.” The two words are panted out beneath him, as he rocks his hips into me, going too slow to give me enough friction, but feeling far too good anyway.
“You think I could stop?” he laughs again, this one more sinister, as he shakes his head. “If I could stop, we wouldn’t be here right now, but I can’t, and I don’t think I ever will.”
Words, simple words, but they send a thrill through me, because they aren’t just words, they are a confession, an admission of his true feelings, one I won’t ever let him forget.
Pulling himself all the way back to the hilt, he slams back inside, harder this time, so hard that I know I will have bruises from his desk, but I don’t care. I need him, I need him so thoroughly that I hope he keeps marking me forever.
“Zack, I need more,” I tell him, making him curse again, his head tipping back toward the ceiling, before he pushes up off me and his hands move to my hips.
His fingers close around my waist, lifting my ass up slightly and pulling me deeper onto his cock. “Fuck, Lils, you’re gonna kill me.”
Then he is fucking me, hard, fast, fucking brutal, the desk scraping along the floor beneath us, setting a pace so punishing that there is no way Sasha doesn’t know exactly what we are doing in here.
And the worst part? I don’t care. I want her to know, I want them all to know, so I don’t attempt to hide any of my moans.
“There are well over a thousand people in this building right now, how do you think they’d feel if they knew I had my sister splayed out on my desk like this?
” My pussy flutters around him, tightening at his words and making him grunt.
“Mmm, you like that, don’t you, sweetheart?
You like hearing me call you my sister. You like that this thing between us is filthy and forbidden. ”
“Yes, harder, please,” I cry, pushing back against him and meeting him thrust for thrust.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To come here and get fucked by your brother?”
I nod my head, pushing my arms up so my fingers can close around the edge of the desk to try and take him even harder. I use my grip to take every snap of his hips, as I moan, “This is exactly what I wanted.” I see no point in lying, even if I tried, my body would betray me.
I’m dripping all over his cock, so much so that every slap of his hips sounds obscene, and he once again curses.
“Fuck, no wonder Max loves you, your pussy is fucking addictive.” His voice has an edge to it I’ve never heard before. “So hot and tight,” he praises, fucking me hard against his desk in a way I know he will never forget, but still it isn’t enough.
One of his hands slides up and fists into my hair, grabbing it roughly and pulling me up against him, as he continues to thrust into me at a frantic pace. “Zack, please,” I cry, so desperate to come again that my body is shaking against his.
“Please what, Lils?” he asks, his breath dancing along the side of my throat, making me gush against him.
“I need to come again,” I gasp, rocking my hips down into his, and he hisses, one of his hands trailing up my body until it can close around my throat.
“Mmm, such a needy little thing, no wonder you want us both.” Another smack lands on my ass, making me moan, before he pulls out and spins me in place.
Keeping his eyes on mine, he drops back into his office chair and pulls me into his lap, lining himself back up and letting me sink back down onto him.
“Question is, could you take us both?” he asks, leaning back in his chair and gripping my hips, forcing me to ride him.
“Only one way to find out,” I reply, letting my hands fall to his chest to give myself some leverage, not that I’m in charge in any way.
Even from below me I know he is running this show.
I might have started this, but he will be the one to finish it.
“You really need to come for me, Lils,” he begs, using his grip on my throat and waist to make me bounce on his cock even harder, our moans now filling the space of his office.
My pussy constricts around him, my body burning with the need for another release, and he watches me in awe.
“That’s it, sweetheart, just like that, I need this cunt fucking dripping with our come. ”
I’m shaking against him, desperate to come and please him, the same way he is pleasing me, as every thrust of his hips pushes him deeper inside of me.
My clit is swollen and throbbing against him, the pleasure sending a buzz through me.
“I’m gonna come,” I tell him, chasing his cock with my hips, as hard and fast as I can, until I explode around him.
“That’s it, that’s my girl.” The words are gritted through his teeth, as I ride out my orgasm against him, not relenting on his pace for even a second.
His grip remains tight around my throat and waist, as he fucks me from below, groaning at every snap of his hips as if he can’t bear it, and yet still coming back for more. His gaze drops to where he is entering me, watching himself slide in and out of me with long, hard, controlled strokes.
My second orgasm is already rolling into a third, his body working overtime beneath mine as I cry out his name. “Zack.” His hand is so tight around my throat now that the word is barely audible, but still he shakes his head in disbelief at the sound of his name.
“Come all over me, Lils, I need one more.”
Using his grip on my throat, he pulls me forward, angling me so his cock starts to stroke against that perfect spot inside of me, while my clit rubs against his groin. I can’t stop the gasps leaving my lips now, my hands reaching up to grip his shoulders so I can keep meeting him thrust for thrust.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” I whimper, as I begin to come again, and he pulls my mouth to his, swallowing my moans.
“Fuck, Lils,” he groans against my lips, kissing me through my orgasm, his hips snapping up into me to an almost painful point, until my body goes limp in his arms.
Then he is following me over the edge, and I swallow his guttural groan of release as he slams into me roughly, spilling inside of me.
I can feel the warmth of him, but it’s nothing in comparison to the heat of his kiss.
He kisses me like it’s the first time, like it’s the only time, his arms now stroking up and down my body, both of us panting and sweating, but neither of us coming up for air.
His cock is still mostly hard inside of me, his cum dripping down his shaft, but all I can focus on is how he makes me feel.
I remember the first time I kissed Max, I lied to myself and told myself I didn’t feel anything, but I did.
I felt everything, just like I’m feeling now.
It’s a feeling that causes me to panic, as I rip myself away and look down at him.
“No more running, Zack, please. I know I have Max, but I need you too, I need this.” My hand moves to rest against his racing heart, and his entire pleasured gaze softens, before he nods slightly.
“No more running,” he agrees, stroking the hair back from my face and making no move to dismount me. “Now give me five minutes and we can go,” he tells me firmly, kissing me again, but I pull back.
“Go where?” I ask in confusion, knowing my legs won’t work yet, not after how hard he just took me, and he smirks.
“To find your boyfriend and see if you can take us both.”
His smirk is wicked as he once again kisses me, and all I can do is kiss him back.
After that, he fucks me again in his town car on the way home, and once more in my shower, before depositing me into my bed and ordering me to nap while he goes to find Max.
The last thing I remember before drifting off, is a gentle kiss against my forehead, and for the first time in over a year, I have hope.