Nuzzling between her gorgeous tits, I kiss my way up her chest to her neck, I nibble at the sensitive flesh all the way up to her jaw and to her ear. “So fucking beautiful,” I rasp before sucking on her lobe.
“Harry,” she whines.
I feel her wiggling beneath me, and I look down to see her trying to push her underwear down over her hips. “No,” I growl, taking her hands in mine and pinning them above her head. Her eyes flare with one-part indignation and one-part pure heat.Interesting.
“Why?” She looks at me with frustrated anger.
“Because if I get a glimpse of your pretty little cunt, I’ll be sinking balls deep before I can stop myself.”
She moans. “Oh god.”
“I told you, Angel, you’re not getting all of me tonight.”
“Eurgh,” she grunts. “How do you know it’s pretty?”
I hum, my lips still right next to her ear. “Because everything about you is pretty, Lisa.” When her eyes fall closed again, I resume fucking up against her, rubbing my rock-hard cock against her needy centre. “You’re perfect. Sweet, beautiful, fun,” I continue, panting into her neck and feeling sweat gathering at the base of my spine, my balls tightening.
“You don’t even know me,” she breathes, her hips undulating beneath me, the friction we’re creating absolutely sublime.
“I know enough. Everything else, I’ll enjoy discovering.”
Her back arches, pushing her whole body further into mine and she gasps. “I’m coming, oh god, I’m coming.”
That’s all it takes, my dick shoots off in my boxers and I grunt into her neck, thrusting against her through my orgasm as she pants and whimpers. I still feel desperate for her, I want to feel her, I want to be inside her.
While kissing her senseless, my hand delves beneath the white lace of her panties and without hesitation or resistance, I slide two fingers inside her. She gasps and I groan as I feel her muscles contracting around me, still winding down from her orgasm. I need more. So I pump my hand, my thumb tracing firm and slow circles around her swollen clit.
“Give me one more,” I murmur against her lips.
“I can’t,” she cries, a tear pushing through her closed eyes, falling against her temple. Despite her protests, her hips start grinding against me.
“You can, and you will. You can do anything, can’t you Angel? I bet you could have beaten me at beer-pong if you’d actually wanted to, couldn’t you? But you wanted me to bring you up to my room. You wanted me to bring you here to draw out every drop of pleasure you have to give, didn’t you?” I don’t know where this smooth talk comes from, I’m normally painfully polite and respectful with girls during sex, but Lisa is bringing out a beast in me that I’m really enjoying let take control.
“Harry, oh god, Harry,” she whimpers.
“Come for me, Lisa. Let me feel you. Let me imagine what you’ll feel like coming on my cock.”
She cries out, her chest rising, her neck arching and her mouth gaping as she struggles to catch her breath. She’s beautiful, spent and glowing and I can’t keep my lips off her, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her neck. “So perfect, baby. You look perfect in my bed, your legs spread, and your face blissed out on your own orgasm.”
Her eyes open slowly, and her mouth stretches into a slow and easy grin. “That was incredible.”
I can’t help but smile down at her. “Glad you think so.” I check the alarm clock on my bedside table and then look back down at the gorgeous creature laid out beneath me. “You still have ten minutes until you’re free. What do you want to do?”
Her smile turns wicked as she moves her hands back above her head, crossed at the wrist. “I’ve never had two orgasms in quick succession before.”
I look at her in question.
“Want to try for three?”
My smile is feral as I lean down to kiss her again.Challenge fucking accepted.
“Right,” Jake snaps me out of my own memories as he stands, both hands slapping on his thighs. “We should be off.”
I blink up at him as he and Nel gather their things and start saying their goodbyes. My sister looks a little spaced out and deep in her own thoughts. I used to think it was her being rude when she stopped joining in on conversations at gatherings, she’d sit there with a blank expression and nothing to contribute to whatever was being talked about and it irked me. I realise now that it’s her social battery drained to nearly nothing and anxiety lying dormant.
She’s made such an effort over the last year, joining us for almost everything we invited her to. After a while, she explained to me how she has a limit on how much of herself she can give when there are so many people around. The great thing I’ve witnessed is how Jake always notices it before anyone else. How he’s always the one to make their excuses. How he leads her away with a gentle hand and tender affection to take her home to recharge.
I wasn’t completely on board when I first found out my best friend had made a move on my little sister—I think ‘dick’ was the word several people involved used to describe me—but I see it now, how good he is for her. It makes me smile.
