Words: 7k (a long one, sorry)
Summary: You had always had a thing for your older brotherâs best friend. What happens on what you thought would be a friendly game night with the guys?
You, Joe, Sal, Murr, and Q were all seated on couches with a coffee table in the middle. You sat next to your older brother, Sal, with Joe on your left. Murr and Q sat on the other couch, both of them hiding their cards from each other.
Tonight was game night, a tradition that you five had developed over the years. It first started off as a once every few weeks sort of thing, but after seeing how much fun it was, it turned into a weekly night. Every Friday the five of you would get together at either Sal or Qâs house to play cards, drink, talk, and very rarely smoke the night away.
âQ, I saw your chubby fingers grab that card!â Murr yelled, reaching for Qâs cards. He pulled them away from Murrâs reach and Murr huffed in anger.
Tonightâs game of choice was Uno (as picked by Q, who was hosting game night), and it proved to be the most aggressive game the five of you had ever played. All of you got incredibly competitive during any game, but Uno took the win.
âYouâre just mad that Joe skipped your turn twice already,â Q retorted while putting his cards in order. You watched his hands as he did so, mesmerized by the way his thick fingers moved gently across the cards as well as by the noise his ring made against the glass when he reached to take a sip of his whiskey.
You looked up for a second and locked eyes with Q, who was already staring at you unabashedly after catching you observing him. You felt your face heat up and you averted your gaze to your beer that was in front of you, suddenly finding the amber liquid very interesting as you tried to avoid eye contact with Q.
âY/N, your turn,â Sal mumbled to you, leaning back on the couch and covering his cards. You took a look at your hand, it wasnât too bad. The colour was currently on yellow, which you had an abundance of. Everyone was down to 4 cards except for Murr, who had to pick up an additional 4 after Joe played.
You put down a yellow 6 and looked at Joe, who placed down another skip turn card. Everyone but Murr laughed loudly.
âFuck you!â Murr groaned, putting his head in his hands.
You couldnât help but stare again when Q thumbed through the cards he had, his captivating brown eyes focused intensely on the cards in his hands. He used his right hand, the one with a ring, to put down a colour change card.
âRed,â he grumbled before looking up at you, catching you staring at his hands again. You tried to play it off and forced yourself to look at Murr before smiling. You were beyond embarrassed.
Q was Salâs best friend. You had always found him easy on the eyes, but you were a good 23 years younger than him. He was double your age, and you didnât know why in the world you found him so attractive. You knew you could never say anything, not just because of the age gap, but because it was your brothers friend. Even if you wanted something, Q and Sal had a relationship a bit stronger with each other than the rest of the guys, so you knew for a fact that Q would never do anything to hurt Sal. If anything happened to you and Sal found out, he would go fucking crazy. He was very, very protective of you.
It was your turn again, and you let out a small whine when you realized you didnât have any red cards. You noticed Q shift in his seat when you let out a noise but you didnât pay any attention to it after promising yourself that you wouldnât stare at him again for the entire night.
You sadly picked up a card and the game proceeded until Q won with a victorious hoot and a shitty celebratory dance to rub it in Murrâs face.
âGet your fat out of my face,â Murr pushed Q who only laughed. Sal stood up and gestured to your drink, silently asking if you wanted another. You nodded and he took your empty bottle before heading down to the kitchen.
âAre we playinâ another round?â Q asked, finishing his drink.
âI vote we talk for a while,â Joe spoke up from beside you. You hummed in agreement and leaned back on the couch, still trying your best to look everywhere but at Q.
Sal returned with your beer as well as his own. He handed it off to you and you frowned when you saw the label.
âThis isnât the one I like,â you complained to your brother. He rolled his eyes at you, pushing your head slightly.
âItâs still a beer. Just drink it,â he told you.
You would if you didnât despise the brand so much. The last time you drank it, you threw up simply because of the taste. You just couldnât stomach it.
âFuck you. Iâm gonna grab the other one,â you mumbled as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You heard someone else say that they were also going to go grab a drink but you didnât listen hard enough to tell who it was. It could only be either Murr or Q, as Sal just got his beer and Joe didnât drink.
You opened the fridge and leaned down to put the gross beer away and grab a bottle of the kind you liked, still keeping your head in the fridge as you popped off the top and took a swig.
âMove over, sweetheart,â Qâs distinctive voice sounded from behind you as he put one hand gently on your hip to push you slightly. His accent and touch made your entire body tingle and you felt weak as you stumbled out of his way, watching as he grabbed the same type of beer that you did.
You always grew flustered around him. And now that he had been growing out his hair as well as his beard, you were weak in the knees when you even thought about him.
But he probably saw you like a little sister. He knew you since you were a kid. He would never look at you the way you looked at him.
âWhen did you start drinkinâ?â Q asked, taking a swig of his beer. His Adamâs apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, and you quickly sipped some of your own drink to distract you.
âLegally? Two years ago,â you answered, earning a deep chuckle from him. One that made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
âWhat about illegally?â
âProbably around 15,â you admitted. He looked at you, shocked.
âI remember when you were young. Such a good girl,â he reminisced, taking another swig. The good girl didnât slip by unnoticed, and you seriously thought you were going to collapse.
âYeah, well,â you sighed, âdonât tell Sal. Heâd kill me.â
âI wonât say a word,â Q patted his chest with his right hand, and you immediately got images where that same hand travelled down your body and to the spot where you needed him the most. You knew his hands would be skilled, with years of experience under his belt. You could practically feel his rough finger pads trailing down your thighs as he pounded into you relentlessly, your throat sore from screaming his name.
âYou okay?â Qâs voice broke through your fantasy and you snapped your eyes back to him, feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks. You gave him a short nod and speedily headed out of the kitchen and back to your spot on the couch, thoroughly embarrassed for even thinking about all of that. Itâs not like you hadnât done it before, but doing it right in front of him? That was a different story. Drinking always made you incredibly horny and unfortunately you were almost always drinking when you were with the Jokers, which meant your mind went crazy with the thoughts about Q.
âY/N, youâre coming with us, right?â Joe asked from your left side as he threw an arm around the back of the couch. You leaned into it, resting your head on his shoulder as you hummed in confusion when you heard his question.
âTo Vegas,â he added.
âIâm not sure if I can get time off of work,â you said, breathing in the scent of his cologne that mixed with laundry detergent. Joe was always the person you looked up to out of the group, other than your brother. He was always ready to help you no matter what, and he had comforted you through stupid heartbreaks in high school all the way to financial troubles in your early adulthood.
âGod, just quit your job at this point,â Sal laughed, âyouâre always taking time off. Youâre there, like, 10% of the time.â
âI know, but how am I gonna make money if I quit my job?â
âWork for us,â Murr butted in. You looked at him, puzzled.
âNo, heâs right for once. We could get you a job on our crew. That way you could travel with us and make money,â Joe said excitedly, putting his hand around your shoulders and giving you a gentle squeeze. The thought of being able to spend all your time with them was incredibly appealing to you. You loved them so much.
âWow, Murr actually had a decent idea,â Sal joked, making you all laugh.
âIâd love to do that,â you said, already working on your letter of resignation in your head.
âPerfect. We go to Vegas next month, so just quit by then and weâll take care of the rest,â Sal looked like an excited little kid on Christmas. You nodded ecstatically and leaned further into Joe, who pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your head.
You noticed that Q was (not unusually) quiet and when you glanced at him, you saw that he was already staring you down with dark eyes. You swallowed thickly and tore your gaze away from him, instead focusing on Joeâs other hand, which you were playing with absentmindedly in your lap. You spun the ring on Joeâs ring finger around a few times, which reminded you of Qâs ring. He never took it off, and he had mentioned a few times that it was a gift that meant a lot to him. He was never very open about it so you didnât try to push any questions on him.
âYou doing okay, honey?â Joe whispered in your ear while the other three guys talked loudly, the alcohol disappearing quickly.
âJust wondering why you arenât making fun of us and talking as much as you normally do.â
You were, admittedly, very distracted. After the encounter with Q in the kitchen, you couldnât seem to fully focus on anything without your mind replaying the way he called you sweetheart, his hand on your hip, and the scenario you imagined.
âIâm just a bit tired,â you lied. You felt bad about it, but you couldnât exactly say that you had been having fantasies about fucking Brian Quinn like you were a hormonal teenager again. You trusted Joe with all your heart, but this was a secret you were ready to take to the grave.
âHey, donât feel obligated to stay. If you wanna head home then by all means, go for it. I can even give you a ride,â Joe replied. You smiled at his sincerity and leaned in closer to him, telling him that you were fine and wanted to stay longer.
Time flew by as you forced yourself to get involved in more conversations so you could avoid Joeâs persistent question of whether you were okay or not. Before you knew it, it was already almost 3 in the morning.
âIâve gotta run,â Murr mumbled, checking his watch, âI promised my dad Iâd have breakfast with him.â
âYeah, I better leave too. Itâs getting late,â Sal huffed as he stood up, looking at you expectantly, âyou coming with me?â
You didnât want to leave. You sometimes had trouble falling asleep after drinking, and you felt that sensation tonight. If you went home, you wouldnât be able to sleep so you might as well stay up and talk with your friends rather than lay in your bed and stare at your ceiling as the hours passed by.
âI drove myself so Iâll leave in 10,â you answered your brother. He gave you a shrug and hugged you before doing the same with the guys. He headed to the front door with Murr right behind him.
âAre you not tired?â Joe asked you.
âJesus Christ, kids these days,â Joe teased, squeezing your shoulder, âold guys like Q and I get tired at 6pm. Isnât that right, buddy?â
âSpot on,â Q mumbled with his lips wrapped around the top of his bottle. He tilted his head back and chugged the last few gulps before burping loudly, making both you and Joe groan. You stopped yourself from staring at Qâs smile, and you turned your attention to the way Joeâs chest rose and fell with every breath.
âAre you cominâ on set tomorrow?â Q asked, making unflinchingly steady eye contact with you.
âYeah, uh, I think so,â you stuttered a little, nervous from the way he was looking at you. You couldnât tell what exactly was in his eyes, but it was something that wasnât there earlier.
âGood. We love having you there,â Joe added with another kiss to your head. You heard Q let out a sharp exhale when Joe did that, and you raised a brow. This time it was Q who looked away, a light pink blush dusting his handsome face. It couldâve been because he was tipsy, though.
âAlright, I should leave,â Joe finally said, pulling his hand from around you despite your protests, âIâve gotta drive Milana to her appointment in the morning.â
With a few goodbyes and another kiss on your forehead, Joe was gone.
Now it was just you and Brian sitting on opposite sides of each other, and you couldnât tell what was in the air, but it was suffocating. You never felt awkward one on one with any of the guys, but tonight was different. Maybe it was because of the flashes of images that kept playing in your head, ones where Q had you bent over various countertops in his house.
âBeer?â Q asked, standing up. You nodded and handed him your now empty bottle. He took it from you, his fingers brushing against yours for a moment. You felt that same tingle you felt earlier as you quickly pulled your hand back to your side.
Q returned a few moments later and handed you your drink before taking a seat beside you instead of across from you. He still put a respectful amount of space between you two, even with Sal not watching like a hawk.
Sal didnât know you had feelings for Q, but he was protective over you around anything that breathed if it wasnât a female. He would make sure that every guy (other than Joe for whatever reason) sat a good amount of space away from you, and Q always respected that with no complaints. It disappointed you a bit, knowing that he didnât really care to sit close to you, but you couldnât expect anything else. Itâs not like your feelings would ever be reciprocated.
âAre you excited for Vegas?â You broke the silence.
âOh, definitely. Filminâ on the road is always so much fun,â Q smiled, turning so his eyes met yours. You froze a little but brushed it off, trying to make yourself seem as normal as possible.
âYou excited to join us?â He questioned.
âOf course. I love being around you guys,â you grinned, already feeling laughter bubble up when you thought about all the fun memories you had with them every time you travelled somewhere.
You took a swig of your drink and Q watched you with interest. You gave him a quizzical look.
âSorry, itâs still so weird seeinâ you drink,â he said in his gravelly voice, âI just keep remembering when you were younger.â
He brought up that conversation again and you got a quick flashback of him calling you a good girl. You thanked god that you were sitting because you knew that you wouldâve toppled over if you were standing.
âYeah, itâs weird being able to do things legally. No more fake IDs when I buy weed,â you giggled and he gave you a fake surprised face.
âYouâre, uh, 22 right?â
âRight,â he nodded at your correction, his hand making its way to the back of his neck.
âThings seem so odd now. I look at everything differently.â
âLike you guys being 20 years older than me. I used to think about how old you all were, but now it doesnât feel like that far away,â you were subconsciously hinting at the age gap between you and Q, but it truly wasnât on purpose.
âYet you still call us old men,â he chuckled, which made you laugh.
âI donât think thatâll ever change.â
âI kinda hate it,â Q admitted, his voice growing deeper as he became serious. You looked at him, concerned. Did you cross a line by calling him that? Did you make him uncomfortable?
âJust makes me feel like your fuckinâ uncle or something.â
âWhy do you hate that?â You asked, confused. You grew up calling the Jokers your uncles.
âI dunno. Just reminds me of how much younger you are,â he said, his voice bitter. You grew even more confused.
âNever mind,â he stopped the conversation, leaving you with a puzzled look on your face as he sipped his beer. You did the same and he glanced at you from the corner of his eye.
âLetâs play a game,â you finally said, tired of the silence. Though it wasnât uncomfortable, you would just rather be doing something. Q hummed in agreement and turned his head to look at you.
âSure. You start,â Q said, tapping his ring against the glass of his bottle like he often did. You thought for a minute.
âNever have I ever⌠been handcuffed while spiders crawled all over me,â you laughed a little. He groaned and took a sip of his drink, giving you a jokingly dirty glare. You had to admit, that episode made you feel a lot of things. Seeing him tied up, his stomach and arms tensing when the spiders were placed on him, the sweat and look of desperation on his face. It made you incredibly horny, to the point where you had to take a cold shower (which ended up not doing anything because your stupid mind wouldnât let the image go, meaning you had to get yourself off to finally relieve some of the painfully annoying feelings that bubbled inside of you).
âAlright, if you wanna play like that,â Q grumbled, ânever have I ever hid a bong from Sal by putting it under my pillow.â
âAnd yours wasnât? Drink up, sweetheart,â his face had a cocky smirk on it. There was that pet name again. You reluctantly took a swig and gulped thickly, trying to wash down the feeling of need that was starting to rise inside of you.
âBut really, why did you hide it under your pillow of all places?â Q teased.
âI panicked, okay? Not my fault,â he laughed at your answer and so did you.
âOkay, never have I ever,â you thought for a bit, actually wanting to play the game now, âgotten into a fist fight.â
âIs that part of the game?â He teased, his smile making your limbs feel like jelly.
âIt was at a bar, really late at night. This guy was startinâ to yell and get angry at the bartender,â Brian explained, using his hands to gesture, âI told him off and he pulled me outside. We just started wailinâ on each other.â
âOf course, but I have some pretty nasty scars from it. Had to get stitches on my knuckles as well as my eyebrow,â he told you, moving closer to you so you could see his knuckles. He wasnât lying, there was a bit of pinched skin around three of his knuckles on his right hand from punching the guy. Brian told you to look at his eyebrow next, and when you tilted your face to do so, you were only about 4 inches away from his face. Your breath hitched in your throat but you tried to remain calm as you looked at his brow, reaching out to move his hair out of his face so you could examine the scar. Sure enough, it was there.
âYour turn,â you mumbled, putting space between you two so you could give yourself a much needed chance to slow your heart rate.
âNever have I ever,â Brian paused, looking like he was debating the question. The alcohol must have given him courage, though, because the next words out of his mouth were, âbeen with someone that was older than me.â
You bashfully took a sip.
âHow old?â Q asked, raising a brow at you with a playful smile on his face. You covered your face with your hands.
âI promise I wonât.â
âHe was in his late 40s,â you let the words out in your hands. Q let out a rumbling laugh, and you peeked at him.
âIt was like, a week after I turned 21,â you sighed, uncovering your face. What you didnât tell Q was the fact that the man you hooked up with resembled him. He had long hair and a beard with grey streaks, and nearly the same build. You had gotten drunk and wanted Brian so badly that you had to hook up with someone that reminded you of him just to satisfy yourself. That was the embarrassing part.
âNever have I ever been with someone younger than me,â you flipped Qâs question on him. He smirked and leaned back, taking a quick sip of his drink.
âHow young?â You asked, truly curious. If the person was as young as you, youâd be happy. Not that it meant you had a chance, but it would somehow be comforting.
âUh, it was about two years ago. She was 25,â he admitted, peeking at you to gauge your reaction. You werenât 25, but it was pretty close. That made you feel better.
âNever have I ever,â he stopped himself again and you sighed mentally. You wanted him to just spit out whatever came to his mind, and the alcohol clouding your brain was making you more impatient. He finally finished his sentence though, with it being, âhad someone spit a drink in my mouth.â
You didnât raise your bottle, finally. You looked at him with a bemused expression, wondering if he had done that. The corners of his mouth quirked up and that was enough to answer your question.
âDo you want to?â He asked, now looking at you deep in your eyes. You squirmed in your seat, suddenly feeling like you were overheating.
âHave someone spit a drink in your mouth.â
You couldnât tell if he meant in general, or if he was talking about himself. That left you on the fence.
âAre you offering?â The liquid courage spoke for you, and your mind was already focusing on the way Q licked his lips slowly, the way he manspread so deliciously in front of you, his large hands that fidgeted with his ring. You were slowly growing desperate as the air grew thicker, and that somehow made you even bolder.
âWhat if I am?â Brian teased, the cocky smirk never leaving his face. You felt your pulse quicken.
âThen Iâd say yes.â
Q nodded and took a swig of his drink, keeping it in his mouth instead of swallowing. He inched closer to you, giving you plenty of time to refuse and tell him off. When he saw that you were fine (other than the blushing and shaky hands), he proceeded to move closer.
He was finally close enough for his scent to fill your nose. It was like a drug. The faint smell of cologne mixed with the smell of beer and his own scent went straight to your core, making you shiver as he moved even closer to you. Salâs rules were out the window as Brian raised a hand to cup your cheek. You tilted your head upwards and closed your eyes, feeling fire in your stomach when Brianâs lips brushed against yours slightly.
It only lasted a moment before Q opened his mouth and let the drink spill from his mouth to yours. He backed away as soon as it was over, leaving you with tingly lips and dizziness. Never in your life did you think youâd ever get that close with Q. Your lips had touched his.
You swallowed the beer that Q had let fall into your mouth and he watched you with hungry eyes. You wiped the bit of beer that trickled out of your mouth with your thumb, before sucking on it to get the tasty liquid off. Q couldnât hold back a slight groan at that, and you clenched your thighs together.
âYour turn,â Q mumbled, adjusting himself and changing the topic. You followed his lead.
âNever have I ever fucked someone that I wasnât supposed to fuck,â you almost whispered, feeling more bold than ever. Qâs eyes widened at your words and he cleared his throat.
âShit I, uh,â he messed with his ring, âIâve never fucked her. Just thought about it.â
Could he be talking about you? The chances were slim, but it wasnât impossible. After his little drink stunt, you were feeling hopeful. You knew if you properly tested him, he would succumb to you. But you wanted to tease a little longer just to be sure.
âWhat did you think about?â
âY/N,â he said your name as a warning, looking at you with hard eyes. He was trying desperately not to drown in your games, but he couldnât keep his head above water for much longer if you continued like this.
âWhat did you think about?â You repeated firmly.
âThought about fuckinâ her up against a wall,â Q finally started speaking, âin a bathroom or a closet. Iâd have to cover her mouth so no one could hear us.â
You were growing needier by the second. You felt yourself growing wetter and now that he had pretty much confirmed that it was about you, you were going crazy. Everything you had dreamt of was coming to life.
âI thought about pleasurinâ her with my hands under a table with people around us. Iâd tell her to keep quiet for me,â Q let the words fall out of his mouth like honey, sticking to you and trapping you in his own fantasies. He mentioned his hands and you were now crossing your legs, trying to get any bit of friction that you could.
âIâve thought about how pretty sheâd look with my cock in her mouth. Iâve imagined her moaning my name,â Brian said slowly, once again moving to adjust himself as his pants grew tighter. He was reliving all the dreams he had, and it was difficult to keep himself under control.
âBrian,â you whispered, moving closer to him. He didnât hesitate to grab your hips and pull you into his lap, both of you letting out noises at the sudden movement.
âGod, do you feel what you do to me?â Brian mumbled with his face buried in your neck and he pulled your hips down, grinding you against his hard on. You moaned at the friction and moved your hips slowly, your fingers carding through his thick hair.
âFuck, that feels so good,â you whimpered in Brianâs ear. He hummed and started rocking your hips back and forth faster.
âNo, hold on,â He suddenly stopped and you whined stop the loss of friction. He slightly pushed you away, looking at you with a guilty expression written on his face.
âWhatâs wrong?â You asked, sort of annoyed.
âSal,â he used one of his hands to rub his face while the other rested on your hip, âyouâre Salâs sister. Iâm double your fuckinâ age, what am I doing?â
âI donât care about any of that,â you argued, âI told you Iâve been with someone double my age. You know why I did it? Because of you.â
âIâve wanted you for so long. I had to fuck someone that reminded me of you just so I could keep myself from making a move on you.â
âI did the same with the girl,â he sighed heavily with a sad look, âI felt so guilty about it.â
âYou donât have to. I get it,â you smoothed your hands across his broad chest.
âYouâre still my best friends sister. Heâs so fuckinâ protective of you. What if he found out about this?â
âHe wonât. If neither of us tell him, how would he find out?â You didnât mean to sound like you were persuading him, but you were needy and all of his worries werenât anything serious.
âBrian, Iâm not going to force you. If youâre truly worried about Sal, Iâll go home and we never have to talk about this again.â
âNo, youâre not goinâ anywhere,â he huffed, the hand that was rubbing his face joined with your hip again, âIâm gonna enjoy you.â
You moaned at his words and the moment that was interrupted before resumed, with you grinding against him as his lips attached to your neck. He left lots of bites and marks, and you werenât complaining. You didnât mind being claimed by him.
Brian groaned in your ear as he bucked his hips into yours, his eyes closed and his head leaning against the back of the couch. Your skin was growing hot and you felt Brianâs hands move to the bottom of your shirt before slowly slipping under the fabric to take it off. Once your shirt was off, he immediately started sucking marks onto your breasts. He unhooked your bra and used one hand to play with your nipple while he sucked on the other one.
You moaned and tugged on his hair, feeling bliss wash over you as you continued to create friction against him. He let out an occasional groan as he continued his work on your chest, which only made you hornier.
You quickly slid your hands under his shirt and pulled it off, taking a second to appreciate him. You ran your fingers against his chest, down his stomach, and to the waistband of his pants. He bucked his hips again and you grinned, cupping his cock through his pants.
âGod, fuck,â he growled, desperately trying to fuck your hand. You moved it away before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down just enough for his cock to have a bit of relief.
His hands were all over you as you palmed his boxers, relishing in the way he tensed up at your touch. He pulled at your hair, kissed everywhere he could reach, pushed his face against your neck. His beard scratched your skin in a pleasantly painful way, and you loved the feeling.
You pulled back and sloppily connected your lips to his for the first time. Teeth and tongues clashed together as you both fought for dominance, which you eventually won. You knew he let you win, but you didnât care. You were too focused on the way he was pushing his hand in your pants.
You got out of his lap and took off your sweats quickly before climbing back into his lap, feeling his warmth embrace you again. Now that there were less layers between you, you were able to properly feel the girth of Brianâs cock. You were impressed, it was more than you imagined. You still couldnât believe that this was happening, and you half expected to be jolted back awake into reality.
âTake these off,â Brian ordered, his pointer finger hooking into the waistband of your underwear. You obliged and stood up again, slowly letting them fall down your legs. He opened his hand and you placed the piece of clothing in his palm. He shoved your underwear into his pocket and you laughed a little.
âSomethinâ funny, sweetheart?â
âYouâre stealing my underwear.â
âSo I can get off usinâ it later,â he said without hesitation. You felt winded and beyond turned on at his words. You quickly slanted your mouth over his again, taking a second to slow it down and fully appreciate the way his soft lips worked over yours. He seemed fine with going slow as he matched your tempo, allowing you to direct him.
After a few minutes of making out, he slowly put a hand on your back and gently pulled your hair, forcing your head back so he could kiss your neck again. He took his time littering the skin that he missed with plenty of hickies, sucking a dark spot before soothing it over with his tongue.
His hands never stopped moving. They travelled up and down your back, they rubbed your thighs and occasionally brushed against you, they buried themselves in your hair and tugged. It drove you wild.
You did the same to him, enjoying the feeling of his bare chest against your soft hands. His chest hair wasnât super scratchy so the feeling was that much more nice. You also touched along his happy trail, using just your pointer finger to trace the outline of his cock, making him groan. He wasnât shy about being vocal, and you thanked god for that. Nothing was more annoying than being with a man who was scared to make noise.
Brian eventually started pulling down his boxers and letting his cock spring free. You looked down at it, feeling yourself grow wetter in anticipation. When you moved your eyes back up, you saw that Brian was already staring at you with a small smile.
âAre you sure youâre okay with this?â He murmured, leaning in to kiss you again. You gave him a peck.
âIâm sure. Are you?â
âI am,â he affirmed, kissing your chest again. You sighed and moved your hips, making him buck his.
Though you could tell he was aching to fuck you, he still took it slow as he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You moaned at the feeling, watching as the fingers you loved so much brought you a great amount of pleasure.
After a few more seconds you noticed Brianâs cock twitching and you laughed a little. His brown eyes met yours and he smiled as well.
âIâm gonna go slow, okay?â He told you, gingerly guiding your hips up before letting you sink down on his length. You both let out noises at the contact and you felt more full than you had in forever. You could tell he was enjoying it, his eyes shut and his breathing heavy as he willed himself not to pound into you the way he wanted to.
After giving yourself a few moments to adjust, you started rocking your hips back and forth. Brian groaned and gripped onto your hips, his fingertips digging into your skin. There would be marks there tomorrow, but you didnât care. All you could focus on was the way Brian filled you so perfectly as you lifted yourself up and down on him.
You began to pick up the pace, riding him faster and faster until your legs burned. He started to meet each of your bounces by thrusting up into you, hitting you deeper than before.
Both of your hands gripped the back of the couch for more support as you continued riding him, feeling an orgasm build in your stomach.
âFuck, youâre doing so good,â Brian growled, pulling you in for a territorial kiss. You didnât mind the way he bit your lower lip slightly, or the way he pulled it a little when he broke the kiss. You loved how he was falling apart under you. You loved that you could make him feel this way.
âStop,â he groaned, âIâm not done yet.â
He stilled your movements and gently pulled himself out of you. Brian lifted you and lowered you down with your back against the couch as he situated himself between your legs.
Q wasted no time in getting himself in you again, only giving you a second or two to adjust to his size before starting a relentless pace. He was finally fucking you the way you both wanted, with the sound of skin on skin echoing through the empty house.
âSo fuckinâ perfect, sweetheart,â he groaned lowly in your ear, making you tighten your core. That made him falter in his pace a bit but he made up for it, quickly returning back to his rhythm with his hand on your clit again.
You met him with every thrust, feeling the rubber band in your stomach about to snap.
âYouâre beinâ such a good girl for me.â
Thatâs all it took for you to warn Brian and get pushed over the edge, your vision turning white and spotty as your orgasm hit you like a train. Brian kept thrusting through your orgasm and once you came back to, you were a bit sensitive.
You didnât say a word as he used you like his own toy, pulling your legs up so they rested on his shoulders as he angled himself to reach deeper. You moaned his name over and over, and he continued to fuck you senseless.
Eventually his thrusts became erratic and you knew he was close.
âWhere do you -fuck- want me to cum?â He asked through gritted teeth, his eyes trained on the way his cock filled you up so perfectly. Your back was arching as you approached your second orgasm, gasping when he used his large hands to play with your nipples again.
Brian grinned at your words and messily kissed you. When he pulled back you took his look in. His long hair was starting to stick to him because of the sweat, his muscles tensing every time he pounded into you, his face and neck had a light pink blush on it. But once you saw his hands, it was over. The blood rush made his veins more prominent as they travelled up his forearm, making more definition to the muscle that was already there.
You thought about what those hands have made you feel and you were done. Your second orgasm ripped through you and you let out a long whine, feeling bad that you didnât give Brian a warning but too wrapped up in the euphoric feeling to care.
âFuck, Y/N,â he groaned loudly, âIâm gonna cum.â
âPlease, Brian,â you whimpered, and he looked at you with soft eyes. His eyes were always one of your weaknesses, and you both took a second to study each other.
He leaned in and joined your lips together, and with a few more pumps, you could feel him spilling inside of you with a deep groan. When he pulled away from the kiss he was panting the same way you were.
âThis is gonna hurt a bit,â he warned you as he pulled out, both of you wincing at the cold air on your now sensitive parts. You could feel his cum spilling out of you and he used his fingers to dip in some of it before bringing it to your mouth.
You happily accepted his fingers and sucked them clean, moaning at the taste. He stared at you, the fire in his eyes sparking again.
âIâm gonna clean you up,â he mumbled, moving away from you and pulling on his boxers before heading out of the room. He returned a few moments later with a towel, which he used to wipe you clean. You were too tired to protest as he brought you to the bathroom and set you down on the toilet before exiting and closing the door behind him.
You peed and washed your hands before sluggishly dragging your feet to his bedroom. You were spent and you didnât even care that you were fully naked. All you wanted to do was climb into his sheets and sleep.
âHold on, darlinâ,â he held onto your waist to stop you from getting into his bed. He slowly pulled one of his large shirts over your head and helped you step into a pair of his boxers. You hummed a thank you and he pulled back the covers for you as you slipped in.
Once you were cuddled up, you inhaled the scent around you. Everything smelled like him, and you felt like you were in heaven. Sure you had slept in his bed before, but you had always been alone and obviously it had never been after sex.
Brian eventually crawled under the sheets next to you, letting out a huff as he did so. You didnât hesitate to cling to him, throwing one leg and one arm around him. He slipped one arm under your head and used the other hand to trace circles onto your skin.
âYou okay?â He asked, his voice low and raspy.
âBest sex Iâve ever had,â he answered with a chuckle. You giggled as well and placed your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. You were so infatuated with him, and after having sex with him, you felt the need for him grow stronger.
âWhatâre you thinkinâ?â Brian mumbled, pressing a kiss into your hair.
He laughed at that and you closed your eyes with a smile. Youâd figure out the rest in the morning.