Page 9 of Dear Brother's Best Friend
I break our kiss and reach behind me and tug at the strings of my bikini. I pull the wet fabric off me and toss it over my shoulder onto the pool deck. Dylan kisses down my neck and to my breasts. The night breeze coming off the ocean sends a shiver down my spine. Dylan’s hot mouth finds one peaked nipple and latches on. My head rolls back in pleasure as he nips and sucks before moving to the other.
His grip around my waist never loosens, but he moves his one hand down between us and slips his fingers beneath my bottoms. I nearly scream out in pleasure when his fingertip brushes over my clit. His fingers plunge into the wet folds of my pussy, and I can barely hold back my release as he works them in and out.
“I never imagined ever hearing you make sounds like that,” Dylan teases before kissing me again.
I’m nearly lost again before I can fully register what is happening. I’ve wanted Dylan for so long that I don't want to wake up if this is just a dream. My hand moves down his firm chest and finds the drawstring to his board shorts. I tug to untie the string and push my hand beneath the fabric. His cock is hard and ready for some attention. I grip the shaft and slide it up and down a few times.
Dylan closes his eyes tight and groans from the contact.
“Fuck, I don’t think I can hold out if you keep rubbing me like that,” he says through gritted teeth.
I push the fabric of his shorts down, allowing his cock to spring out.
Dylan pulls to the side my bikini bottoms, and I guide him to my entrance, and he pushes inside me. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on as he pumps in and out of me. The water around us laps and splashes, but we don't stop.
The recklessness of doing this outside where anyone can find us ramps up the excitement sparking between us.
Dylan’s grip on me tightens as he increases the speed as he pumps in and out of me. The pleasurable ache inside returns. It’s a sensation that I will never get tired of feeling with Dylan. I try to hold out as long as I can, so we can come together, but the friction between us is too much, and I reach the peak once again and tumble over. I’m not so lost that I can’t feel Dylan follow me over, his body still moving in and out to prolong the sensation.
It takes us each a moment to regain our composure. I cling to him out of necessity and, more importantly, want. I can't imagine letting him go after this night. I push away the fear and doubt creeping into my brain that this was only a one-time thing.
Dylan pulls me close to him, and peppers light kisses up and down my neck.
“I don’t want this moment to end,” I whisper.
He leans his head back and kisses me before whispering back, “This is just one of many moments we will get to share.”
7
DYLAN
The following days leading up to the wedding, Jodie has planned a pretty packed schedule leaving minimal downtime for Cassidy and me to find time alone. She's like a drug to me, and I can't ever get enough of her. We take every moment we can to sneak around, but it's made even more challenging when her parents arrive and take the room next to hers.
We figured it was safer for her to come to my room after her parents’ arrival. So far, we’ve been good about making sure that we are up early enough to sneak back before anyone catches us.
I’m dreaming about Cassidy. Her mouth wrapped tight around my cock, when I feel the familiar tug of consciousness as it pulls me from this beautiful dream. Except when I open my eyes, I still feel her mouth wrapped around me. I look down and see her head bobbing up and down. I can’t hold back the groan that comes from my chest.
She looks up, and my cock pops out of her mouth. “Do you want to get caught?”
There’s a sudden knock on the door. Cassidy dives off the side of the bed and into the closet to hide. While I yank my blankets over my still hard cock just as the door opens and Hayden walks in. I try not to make it noticeable that I’m pulling up my pajama pants under the blankets.
“Hey man, are you awake?”
“I am now," I fake a yawn and stretch my arms over my head.
“I just wanted to talk to you about Cassidy.”
I glance over at the closet and see her shrug back at me. I guess we are both about to find out what Hayden has to say.
“What about her?”
“I’ve just been noticing the two of you hanging out more over the last few days, getting friendlier.”
He has no idea.
“And I just wanted to tell you as your friend and her brother that she has feelings for you.”
I forget for a moment that this is supposed to be new news to me. My surprised reaction is a fraction too late. Hayden looks at me, his head tilted in confusion.
