Afterglow: A Brother's Best Friend Romance, page 11
Probably not well.
Riley’s conversation with any new guy who comes into our friend circle plays on a loop in my mind. I’ve never been on the receiving end of that talk because Izzy was thirteen when I first met her. A twenty-one-year-old shouldn’t be looking at a child. And I wasn’t. Hell, I hadn’t truly looked at her until I rescued her.
There’s a strong possibility I could be losing my best friend tonight. I touched forbidden fruit, and I should feel guilty for breaking Riley’s trust, but I don’t. Maybe it’s because Izzy isn’t just a quick fuck to me. What we are starting is something special. I can feel it in my fucking bones. While Riley is like a brother to me, I refuse to give up Izzy, no matter what it costs me.
That’s a scary admission.
I shake my head, refusing to dwell on all this shit right now. Whatever is going to happen will happen. Thankfully, once my head is on straight again, I spot an empty table. I make a beeline for it so someone else doesn’t snag it and remove my jacket, hanging it on the back of a chair.
“Sorry it’s so busy. Apparently, there’s a convention going on down the block,” a blonde with a high ponytail says, holding a notepad and a pen. She’s grinning, but her face is showing how frazzled she is. I’m sure she’s overwhelmed by the unexpectedly busy night. “Can I get you anything?”
“Two pale ales, please. My friend should be here soon. We’ll order food when he arrives.”
“Perfect, I’ll be back shortly.” She rushes off, making her way to the bar, having to dodge people not paying attention.
Sitting down, I take a moment to look around the bar. The televisions are showing a football game, but I’m not a big sports guy, so it doesn’t hold my attention.
To my left is a couple who looks like they might be on a first date. The man is clearly enamored by the woman as he leans in with an easy smile, clinging to every word she says. On the other hand, the woman is offering a forced grin, leaning out with a stiff spine, clearly not as into him as he is her. Poor dude. Hopefully, things turn around.
I’m about to find another table to ‘people watch’ when there is a tap on my shoulder.
“Sorry I’m late. Traffic was shit,” Riley says.
I stand to give him a bro hug while shaking my head. “No problem, man. I get it. I actually got out of work a bit early as my last patient had to cancel.”
He takes off his coat, and by the time we sit, our beers arrive, and we place our food order. It might be a busy night, but the waitress is doing amazing.
“What’s new?” I ask. “How’s Marissa?” Riley’s fiancée is a gorgeous woman, but honestly, she gets on my nerves. He deserves better, but he has to make that decision for himself.
“Oh, she’s amazing, as always.” He nods, but his face pulls an off look briefly before he corrects it. Trouble in paradise, maybe? “Not much is new. Work has been crazy, but other than that, not much to complain about.”
“Understandable. I don’t envy the path of medicine you chose. I was not cut out to be a surgeon.”
He laughs. We’ve had this conversation more than a few times.
“Well, I’m glad you’re happy working with kids. I would get bored doing the same mundane task over and over again. Surgery is always exciting. So, what about you? You going to tell me about that new girl?” He has a giant smile on his face as he raises a brow.
My heart races. Shit, it’s now or never.
Swallowing down the thickness forming in my throat, I nod.
“Yeah, I did want to talk to you about her. Um…” My temperature is rising with the nerves, my head is spinning a little, and I grip the table to stabilize myself. “I asked Izzy out,” I blurt out.
Riley’s eyes widen with shock, and a deadly look takes over. “What?” His tone is stern and terrifying.
“I asked Izzy out,” I repeat. “We went on a date this weekend. I really like her, Riley.”
“Since when the fuck are you into my baby sister?” he shouts, straightening his spine and drawing the attention of a few patrons close to us.
“It’s new,” I assure him. “I ran into her recently, and I’m not sure what happened, but I felt this instant connection with her. I tried to stay away, but I couldn’t. She didn’t want me to. I know you never wanted any of your friends to even go near her, but it’s too late for that. I would never hurt her. I’ll be good to her, I promise.”
“No one’s good enough for her,” he yells as he pushes his chair back. Then he grabs his coat and storms out.
I follow him, wanting to do anything to make this right.
“Stop,” I holler after him and almost regret it as I’m met with a death glare from my best friend.
I’ve never seen him like this before.
“I’ve told everyone to stay away from Izzy,” he grits out, shoving my chest so hard I stumble backward. “But you just couldn’t listen, could you?” He pushes me again, and I let him. He needs to get his aggression out. At least he’s not punching me.
Not yet, anyway.
His jaw ticks, and he shakes his head. “Why do you want her, anyway? You’re eight years older than her.”
“I know. I promise I never looked at her as anything except your baby sister until a little over a week ago. But she’s an adult now, and when we started talking, I finally saw her as her own person. She’s amazing, Riley.”
He looks down the street, and I wish I knew what was going through his head.
After a few moments of silence, he looks back at me and asks, “Do you know what her asshole of an ex did to her?” I nod. I probably know a lot more than he does, but I won’t tell him that. “She refuses to talk to us about it. Yet she goes on a date with you?”
I get his line of thought, but I don’t have answers to his questions yet. Izzy has to be the one to fill in the gaps when she’s ready.
“What exactly did Leo do to her? Mom just said he hit her, and she won’t go to the cops, but I feel like there has to be more.”
I don’t blame him for pushing, but I say, “It’s Izzy’s story to tell, but Leo is a fucked-up asshole. It’s good she got away from him when she did.”
Riley nods as he stares at his shoes.
“I want to kill him,” he murmurs.
“Join the club.”
Riley paces for a few minutes, clenching and unclenching his fists. I hate that I’m making him this angry right now, but I won’t give up Izzy.
I’m not sure how it’s possible to fall as quickly as I am, but I’m crazy about Izzy. As much as I would hate to lose Riley, I would give up all our years of friendship for her. It’s insane to say this so early, but she’s it for me.
“How bad do you hate me right now?” I break the silence, still not sure what exactly he’s thinking.
He stops his pacing and glares at me again, then blows out a breath. “I don’t fucking hate you.”
I’m happy to hear that, but his reply doesn’t give me any sense of relief yet. He still looks so angry.
Slowly he steps toward me, and I take a step back. We do that until I’m up against the building, and he’s so close I can feel his heavy breath against my face.
“If she comes home crying even one time, I’m cutting off your dick.”
“Perfectly reasonable,” I agree, still a little wary of how to respond.
“Shit, I never thought this would be happening.” He runs his hand over his head.
“Me either.”
“I guess if my sister has to date, I’d prefer it be someone who I know won’t fuck her over,” he says after a few moments of awkward silence.
My eyebrows shoot up at his words.
“Does that mean we’re good?”
“Can I talk you out of it?” he asks, and I shake my head. “Then I guess I’ll have to live with this. Hopefully, the waitress didn’t clear our table because I’m starving and you’re buying,” he tells me before walking back into the bar.
I follow along, more than happy to foot the bill if it means that he isn’t going to kill me.
“Okay, with this new thing happening between you and Izzy, we need to set some ground rules,” Riley says as we sit down.
“Anything, man. Well, anything but breaking up with her.”
“You really like her, don’t you?” He studies my face.
“It’s scary how much I like her,” I confess.
He nods and picks up his beer.
Thankfully, the waitress thought we were outside smoking and didn’t clear our table.
“If you ever talk about your sex life with my baby sister, we are no longer friends.”
I laugh. “My lips are sealed.” I mime locking my lips and throwing the key away.
He chuckles along with me, the tension gradually fading.
“When are you going to tell my parents?”
I shrug. “I’m leaving that up to Izzy. You know how your folks are with her. You all still treat her like a child. She’s kind of sick of it,” I tell him honestly.
Riley sighs, grabbing the back of his neck. “I guess it’s hard to remember she’s an adult now.”
The rest of the evening goes well, like old times.
We agree to set up a night for a double date soon before saying goodbye and heading our separate ways. I make sure to send Izzy a text letting her know I’m on my way and to be ready.
By the time I walk into the apartment, I am more than grateful to be home, knowing my girl is waiting for me. I leisurely stride to the bedroom, my heart swelling with pride when my eyes land on Izzy kneeling naked by our bed.
“Such a good girl,” I praise as I make my way past her to undress. She keeps her eyes downward like the perfect sub she is. I can’t wait to reward her with multiple orgasms.
“Get on the bed, lie on your back, and stare at the ceiling,” I instruct after I’ve stripped off my clothes, leaving me in only my boxers.
Izzy follows the command, and I leave her briefly to grab a few supplies for the night.
“Did you finish your list today?” I question as I set the objects next to her and place a soft cuff around her ankle.
“I did, Sir,” she answers in a breathy tone, clearly already turned on.
I take the cuff’s chain and pull gently to hook it to the footboard. This head and footboard is one of my favorite purchases. I got it custom-made a few years ago and love all the hidden hooks. Once the first ankle is attached, I move on to the next.
“You look so good chained to my bed,” I tell her as I take her wrist in my hands, and massage her hand before attaching the cuff. “Do you like being tied down?”
“I do, Sir. I like being at your complete mercy.”
Once both hands are attached to the headboard, I step back, soaking in the sight. Izzy spread out across my bed like this is something I’ll never forget. My cock is so fucking hard, and I’ve barely even touched her.
I’m not normally like this. I guess it goes with what I’ve been thinking since Izzy moved in here—she’s different, she’s perfect, and she was made for me.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
I lift a purple vibrator and turn it on, and Izzy looks up to find out what I’m holding. Her pupils are dilated, and she licks her lips as she waits to see what I’m going to do.
I climb onto the bed, Izzy’s eyes tracking my movements. I love how curious she is. I also love that she hasn’t made a peep. By the way she’s wiggling, I know she’s dying for me to touch her, but she stays silent. Such a good fucking girl. I wonder how hard it would be to make her beg.
“Stay still,” I command.
Her body stops moving, but her breathing is slightly more labored as she fights her body.
“Good girl,” I praise out loud this time.
With the lightest of touches, I graze the silicone across her inner thigh, making her whimper with need.
“What’s wrong?” I smirk. “Not close enough to where you really want it?” She nods, and I click my tongue at her, reminding her not to move. She stops moving again, waiting for whatever I have planned next.
With a slight flick of my wrist, I allow the toy to touch her clit, causing her to gasp and buck her hips. Just as fast as I touched her, I remove the vibrator from her skin, and she cries out.
“Stay still, princess,” I warn. “You were such a good girl today, and I promised you an orgasm, but if you keep moving like that, it’s going to take a lot longer.”
She takes a deep breath, then blows it out, clearly trying to center herself.
Again, I touch the vibrator to her clit, and this time, she moans but doesn’t move. There is a slight shake to her body, letting me know she’s fighting it hard, but her hips stay still.
I pull the vibrator away again, turning it off and placing it at Izzy’s mouth.
“Suck, princess.”
She slurps it into her mouth, moaning around the silicone and holding eye contact with me the entire time. She sucks the toy as if it were my cock, even letting me gag her a little with it. Jesus, my dick is jealous.
Once the vibrator is good and wet, I pull it out of her mouth with an audible pop. Her lips are swollen from the amazing sucking she was doing, putting a smirk on my face as I place the toy in front of her needy pussy and gently slide it inside her.
“Yes,” she shouts before I turn it on.
I wait a minute, relishing the ability to have Izzy like this, then turn the vibrator on. High-pitched cries of pleasure fill the room, spilling from Izzy’s lips, but she doesn’t move. Again, her body is shaking with need, but she’s following my command and keeping as still as possible.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
The vibrator I chose is a dual stimulator, so I rotate it just right, making sure it’s working her clit and her G-spot simultaneously.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she yells, sweat forming on her brow and her lips trembling. I’m sure she’s close.
Izzy’s breathing is labored, and her eyes are glassy as she holds eye contact with me.
“Don’t come,” I command, and a tear slides across her face. Fuck, I hope I’m not pushing her too hard.
I lie beside her, still moving the toy in and out of her perfect cunt and kissing her cheek. “Red, yellow, or green?” I whisper into her ear.
“G-green.” Her answer calms my nerves.
“How close are you?” I ask gently.
“So close. Please, Sir. Please can I come?” she begs.
Turning her face, I claim her lips with mine, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She tastes like mint and has a sweetness unique to her. It’s so easy to get lost in her kisses, and I allow myself to do just that for a moment.
Not wanting to push Izzy to a point where this is no longer enjoyable, I pick up my speed, fucking her with the vibrator while devouring her mouth. She is a whimpering mess, and I know she’s fighting her orgasm hard.
“Come, baby,” I finally command after a few minutes of delicious torture.
Within seconds, she’s screaming out her climax, but I don’t stop the toy. I keep fucking her until she’s a writhing mess before it’s almost too much for her to bear. Only then do I finally shut off the vibrator and slowly pull it out.
“How are you doing?” I check in while putting the toy on the dresser.
“So good,” she whispers in a dreamy tone.
I smile as I move around the bed, unchaining her.
“Get on all fours by the edge of the bed,” I command.
Tonight will be our first time bare, and I’m so fucking excited. When she first brought it up, I was surprised at how turned on I was by the idea. I should have been frightened. I’ve never gone bare with anyone else. But this feeling of rightness washed over me instead, and now there isn’t anything I want more than to dive balls deep into Izzy without any barriers.
“Are you ready for me?” She nods, so I don’t move. “Use your words, princess,” I remind her.
“Yes, Sir. I’m ready. Please fuck me.”
Gripping her hips firmly, I kneed at the flesh there, eliciting deep moans from Izzy. I massage her hips for a moment, then lift my hand and bring it back down, allowing it to collide hard with her gorgeous ass. The sensation has her throwing her head back in ecstasy.
“Yes,” she cries out.
This night with Izzy is one I’m never going to forget. It’s so fucking special, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this happy.
“Such a good girl,” I whisper and line my cock up with her dripping-wet entrance.
I groan as I slide into her, relishing in how tight and wet she is. I never knew it would feel this different. Getting rid of that tiny barrier is huge. I feel everything. The slight constricting of her walls, the extra wetness, the heat—it’s fucking perfect.
When I smack her ass again, she pulses around my cock. Holy shit, is that hot.
“I’ve wanted you all day,” I confess as I move at a leisurely pace. “Have you wanted me?” She nods, so I pause my movements. “Words.”
“Yes, Sir. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I missed you.”
I lean down to kiss her shoulder. “I missed you too,” I whisper into her ear, pulling my hips back and slamming into her.
“This. Pussy. Is. Fucking. Perfect,” I tell her with every thrust.
Standing up again, I grip her hips firmly, digging my fingers into her flesh, praying I’m going to leave bruises. I want to leave my mark on her, even if it’s only for a little while.
I fuck her fast and hard, her cries of pleasure egging me on.
“I’m so close,” she warns, and I don’t even want her to fight it this time.
“Come,” I demand as I let loose, fucking her with everything I have.
She screams as she reaches her climax, and I pinch her clit to extend the orgasm as I chase my release. She’s vibrating from being so overstimulated as I blow, filling her with my load.
Normally, I would hold her for a moment, but I want to see my cum dripping out of her pussy, so I lazily pull out, relishing the sight. My cock pulses, already wanting more.
“You did so good, princess.” As she stares at the ceiling and gradually catches her breath, I say, “I’ll be right back.”
Rushing to the bathroom, I wet a washcloth and make sure it’s warm and thoroughly soaked before heading to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice and Izzy’s water tumbler she always leaves by the sink at the end of the night.
