WIP Wednesday: My Girlfriend's Brother Part Three

When last we saw the boys:

“Kirkwood.” Dammit, did my voice have to sound so breathless and wanting?


“Hey Ashley. Having a little– uh conversation with your dick there?” Kirkwood asked, amusement tingeing his words.


“I– uh– I–” Fuck it! Now I really sounded like a blathering idiot. Talk idiot! Say something! Anything! Don’t just keep sitting there drooling over him. Speak!


“I’m supposed to be straight and I’m dating your sister but all I can think about is your cock in my mouth before you bend me over and shove your cock in my ass.” My words tripped over each other and with each syllable of idiotic truth I felt my body grow colder as all of the heat flew to my face.


Smooth genius, real smooth. You realize that you’re now going to have to leave because there’s no way on God’s green Earth that Kirkwood isn’t going to tell his sister what you just said to him and Tricia is going to freak. Be prepared to be dumped and kicked out of her house with nowhere to go. Speak, not spill.


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“I-I need to go and get dressed. Excuse me,” I squeaked out, going to rush passed him when I felt my left arm grabbed in a firm grip seconds before I was turned and pressed up against the wall.
I had a second to gasp before my mouth was taken in a deep punishing kiss, Kirkwood’s mouth pressed down on my own, uncompromising, hard, bruising.
And so delicious that my knees buckled.
Kirkwood’s left arm, wrapped tightly around my waist held me upright as his right hand rubbed against the front of my boxers, teasing my erection. I didn’t fight back or push away. I couldn’t, I wanted him too bad, too much. This was too right for me to do anything more than moan and drop my bag before wrapping my arms around his neck.
Trouble? No I wasn’t in trouble anymore. I was fucked.

And now.....


I couldn't breathe. I felt like my lungs were burning and that was the only reason that I was happy when Kirkwood gently pushed me away from him. Otherwise, I'd still be plastered against him, my hands around his neck, my fingers in his thick, blond hair. My eyes squeezed tight because the sensation of his hands on me were just too overwhelming. Breathing was so overrated.

My cock was hard and leaking and someone was whimpering, before I realized it was me. I stared up at Kirkwood, watching his lips as he spoke to me, carefully, poised and ready to strike. Kissing a guy wasn't so different from kissing a girl... unless you were gay, then it made a world of difference. Apparently, I was gay, because as many times as I'd kissed Tricia I never whimpered. I could remember ever kissing someone and them making me want to beg them to touch me, to stroke me to please God, just be near me. Was it just because Kirkwood was my soul mate? Was it because I was discovering something new about myself? Or was it just Kirkwood.

I moved into Kirkwood's arms when he reached out for me again, a low, rumbling growl sounding wrenched from his chest. Gods, I was so warped, because the sound of Kirkwood going all alpha male wolf with me made me want to lay down on my back and expose my stomach in a sign of submission to him.

That's right, I watch the Discovery Channel and Animal Planet, so sue me.

"We shouldn't be doing this. You're dating my little sister," Kirkwood whispered to me even as his head lowered.

"You're right. We shouldn't be doing this. Besides, I'm not even gay," I agreed even as I pressed closer to him, my arms going up around his neck again.

The feeling of Kirkwood's erection pressed against my stomach made my knees weak and I shivered. His hands drifting down my shoulders to my waist and down to my ass made my mouth dry and my head spin. Oh gods, I was going to fall hard for him. Not just because he was my soul mate, my intended either. I was going to fall hard for him because he was the first person to make my brain shut off completely.

"Please," I begged him. I didn't know what I wanted, what I needed but I knew that Kirkwood could give it to me. I knew that Kirkwood would give it to me.

"I've got you baby," he trembled in my arms as his lips crashed down on mine and he shoved both hands into the back of my boxers. His hands groped, caressed, kneaded and stroked the globes of my ass and I couldn't seem to get close enough to him. His kiss was bruising, his tongue was taking no prisoners as he devoured me and oh gods, how I loved it.

As the tips of his fingers stroked the crease of my ass before circling around my hole, I found myself trying to climb the older man. I wanted to become a part of him. I needed to be in him, under his skin. We needed to be one. Gods, I wanted the very thing that I'd been dreaming of, the thing that I couldn't stop thinking of.

"Fuck me. Please Kirkwood, fuck me," I wrenched my mouth away from his and pleaded with him.

"I will baby. Don't worry, I will," he said before I felt the tip of his fingertip slowly press its way into my hole.

"Holy shit," I breathed out, the slight burn only adding fuel to the fire of my lust for him. If I didn't get him in my ass in the next...

"Ashley?" Tricia's voice was like a bucket of icy cold water being dumped over both of us. Kirkwood snatched his hands out of my boxers and stepped away from me, smoothing his hair with his hands and brushing them down the front of his pants.

I grabbed my bag and rushed off towards the bathroom to shower and change, briefly meeting the hot gaze of Kirkwood before I passed him and waving to Tricia quickly as I practically ran by her. I could only hope that she hadn't seen the large wet spot on the front of my boxers, or the erection that was still struggling to get up, my dick apparently having not gotten the message that what I was doing was wrong. Not because being gay was wrong, but because cheating on your girlfriend with her brother, in their parents' house, with her and their parents upstairs was wrong.

So very, very wrong.

But even as I turned on the water for my shower, I watched the door, hoping against hope that Kirkwood would find a way to sneak in there to be with me. The thought of him pressed against me causing my body to tremble even in the steamy bathroom. As I stepped into the shower my cock jerked at the thought that Kirkwood was still tasting me on his tongue and the fact that the fingers that had been on my ass and in my ass he'd ran through his hair and over his body. He would smell like the deepest part of me. He would taste me. He would see me for at least a few more days.

And even though I knew that I should feel guilty, I couldn't help but feel happy and possessive and... wanted, because he'd kissed me. He'd grabbed and held me, even though he knew I was dating his sister.

I may be screwed. I may be fucked. I may be in trouble for what I was doing, the lowest form of scum on the Earth...

But at least I wasn't in this alone.