Chapter 138 Fuck My Best Friend's Brother
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Lila's POV
I’ve been wet for Nathan since I turned nineteen.
I don't know what it is, but there's just something about him.
Maybe the way he looks at every other girl. The way he treats them, like they're the only person he'd ever want to fuck in the world.
He was shirtless in their backyard pool, water sliding down every line of his body, with his black shorts hanging so low I could see the sharp V dip of his hips and the faint trail of hair disappearing out of sight.
Three years later I still can’t look at him without my thighs pressing together. Every time he walks past in those gray sweats that outline every thick inch of him, every time he smirks and calls me “Lila” in that low, lazy voice, I go home, lock my door, and touch myself until I can’t breathe, whispering his name like a dirty secret.
Tonight I’m not even going to act like it’s innocent.
The room is dark except for the blue glow from my phone.
I’ve got the thick purple dildo, my favorite one with fat veins and the big head that stretches me to the edge buried deep inside my cunt.
My legs are spread wide, knees over the mattress, hips lifting off the bed every time I push it back in. I’m dripping. My wetness goes down my ass, soaking the sheets where I'm sitting.
The wet, filthy sounds fill the quiet room and I don’t give a fuck. I need the burn, the fullness, the feeling of being split open like he wanted me.
My phone is propped against a pillow. The screenshot of his photo from his Instagram story two weeks ago stares back at me. Nathan fresh from the ocean, hair dripping, abs glistening like an ethereal, black shorts clinging like a second skin.
Nathan. The only one i wanted.
The outline of his cock is crazy. Thick and heavy, curved slightly to the left, the head clearly defined through the wet fabric. It was perfect.
I’ve zoomed in so far the pixels are grainy, but I can still see every ridge. I can only imagine the thick veins that could be staring back at me.
I stare at the picture like it’s the only thing keeping me alive while I fuck myself harder.
“Nathan…” The name slips out, broken and needy.
I imagine him here. Real. One massive hand pinning my wrists above my head, the other spreading my thighs wide.
His tongue, hot and relentless against me, dragging up my slit, circling my clit in slow, teasing strokes before he sucks it hard into his mouth.
“Oh my God.” I moan out loud.
I can almost feel the scrape of his day old stubble on my inner thighs, the way he’d growl against my pussy saying, “You’ve been touching this needy little cunt thinking about me every night, haven’t you, Lila? Such a desperate, dripping slut for your best friend’s brother.”
My free hand flies to my breast, playing with the nipples until it stings. I push the dildo impossibly deeper, chasing that brutal spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
Chasing the feeling of Nathan in me.
My toes curl, as tingles run down my spine.
Oh God. I was close.
I was oh so close. My walls pulse and clench around the dildo like they’re trying to pull it in forever. I’m so close. My thighs were shaking and my breathing had turned ragged
“Almost there.” I moan.
And that's when the door flies open.
“Lila, do you have my”
Mia’s voice cuts off.
“Fuck!” I scream loud and panicked, yanking the dildo out with a loud, wet squelch that echoes in the room.
My thighs snap shut. I fling the comforter over my naked lower half while frantically slapping at my phone. It flies across the sheets. The screen stays lit. Nathan’s wet, obscene bulge on his shorts glows like a crime scene between us.
One endless second of silence.
Oh God. Kill. Me. Now.
Then Mia doubles over, clutching her stomach, laughter bursting out of her so hard she has to brace herself on the door.
Tears streamed down her face. “Oh my god! Oh my God. You’re literally holy shit. Fucking yourself stupid to my brother’s beach dick print? I’m dead. I’m actually deceased. Kill me now.”
That makes two of us.
My face burns. My clit throbs, unsatisfied, screaming at the sudden emptiness. My thighs are sticky, slick with my own wetness. I want to disappear into the mattress
“Get out Mia!”
“No fucking way.” She’s wheezing now, sliding down the door until she’s sitting on the floor. “This is the funniest, horniest thing I’ve ever witnessed. You’ve been thirsting after my brother this whole time! The whole damn time?”
I can’t speak. My body is still screaming for release. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my clit.
Dammit.
Mia finally catches her breath, wiping her eyes. Her grin is wicked, delighted. “Babe. You need to get laid. Like, yesterday. We’re going out tonight. Club. Shots. Dancing. I’m getting you fucked by a real, warm cock before the sun comes up, I swear on everything.”
I open my mouth to argue, then close it.
Because she’s right.
Three years of this slow, aching obsession and I’m losing my fucking mind. Maybe if some stranger pins me to a wall and fucks the sanity back into me, I can finally stop coming home every night to hump my hand and moan Ethan’s name like it’s the only word I know.
I meet her eyes, still flushed, still trembling under the blanket. My voice comes out hoarse. “Fine. But you’re buying the first round. And this never happened, okay?.”
She claps like she’s just won the lottery, already scrambling to stand up. “Deal. Now put that purple monster away, wash your damn hands, and get dressed. We’re finding you a dick that isn’t made of silicone.”
I nod, pulse still racing, body still on fire.
I don’t tell her the only cock I really want is the one still glowing on my phone screen.
Thick, perfect, and completely, achingly out of reach.