Short Stories

My Fiancé's Brother

I was sitting in a bar, waiting for my drink. My head was down, as I wasn't in the right state of mind to look around or talk to anyone. I had just ended a call with my fiancé, who told me that this weekend we were going to fly to his hometown and meet his family. We've been together for two years, and everything seemed fine to me until this last call.

I began to drink, and as I was on my third, I noticed someone walked in, sat next to me, and ordered a drink. When his drink arrived, he said hello to me. His voice was so soothing that I felt compelled to raise my head and look at him. I waved my hand and noticed he was quite hot. I was uncertain as to whether I desired to have one last sex with a stranger before meeting the family of my fiance or to have been tipsy.

He asked. "Waiting for someone?"

Without looking at him, I chuckled. "Yeah, I'm waiting for some hot guy to have sex with."

He finished his drink and stood up. "Then I think your wait is over."

Before I squinted, asked him what he meant, or answered sensually, he stepped closer, placed his hand on my waist, and pulled me up while I was sipping, spilling my drink on both of us. I looked up, and he was so near that I could smell cherry when he was breathing. He must have had a sour cherry Negroni. I felt so weak when he touched me. I realized I didn't have the courage to shove him back, so I stood on my toes and kissed him. He let me explore his mouth by separating his lips, and he didn't hesitate to slide his tongue down my throat.

We broke our kiss when both got breathless, he said. "My hotel is across the road."

I had no intention of declining his offer, so I nodded, and he held my hand and led me to his room When we entered his room, he shut the door behind us, pinned me to the door, and started kissing me and unbuttoning my shirt. My hand moved to his belt to unbuckle and when he rolled down my shirt from my sleeves, a sigh slipped from his lips. I stopped and looked at him. "What happened?"

He whispered. "I would say your man is hell-lucky to have such a beautiful body."

I looked at him with wide eyes.

He squinted. "What? Do you really think I didn't see your ring?"

I looked at my ring and guilt washed over me. I was about to pick up my shirt, but he held my hand. "Hey, hey, I believe everybody has a right to live a happy life."

I looked the other way. "What do you mean?"

He didn't say anything and released my hand before I stepped away and leaned down to pick up my shirt. He wrapped his arms around my rib cage and detached my bra. This time, a sigh escaped my lips, and he removed my bra and flung it on the floor. "I meant you have every right to be happy." Then he raised me, put my right pebble in his mouth, walked over to his bed, and continued sucking till a ball of heat hit between my thighs. I was wondering how a simple pebble-sucking could offer me so much pleasure. He placed me on his bed.

He got upon me and began kissing my lips, forming a kissing trail from my lips to my jaws. His kissing turned into licking, and he tasted my spilled drink at the base of my neck. He whispered again, and the hairs at the back of my neck stood up straight. "Lemon and vodka this is a dangerous combo."

My body began to react to his sensual voice, so I parted his shirt, slid my hands under, and began caressing his back. I kissed his chest and tasted my spilled drink, and a rush of excitement began to pour through my veins. My hands moved down to his throbbing length, and I saw his jeans had no more room to give, so I eventually unbuckled his belt and began unbuttoning his jeans. He dropped to his knees, sat between my legs, and pulled down my skirt; When he couldn't find my panties, he smirked at me. "So, you came commando."