Chapter 2 My Best friends brother 2

Alma

"You're fucking kidding me! Kylie, there's no way you're going to do this to me." I exclaimed to my best friend.

We were at breakfast, where she and her boyfriend just told me that they'd be moving out of our vacation house. Apparently her dumb boyfriend forgot to turn the faucet off at night and the room floaded.

What the actual fuck! Who does shit like that?

"I'm sorry, Alma. I wish there was another way. But you saw the room too. Darren and I can't stay there until it's fixed." Kylie replies.

"Well, Darren is an idiot." The words are on the tip of my tongue but I refrain from saying it.

"Sorry, Alma." Darren apologises and I ignore him.

It's all his fault.

"Well, why can't the guys go and you and I stay here." I pout, silently hoping it works. Because there's no way I'll be staying in this house alone with her asshole brother. "I can't stay with Aiden. You know we hate each other."

"Alma, I can't leave Darren alone. And you and Aiden don't hate each other. Maybe this time alone would be good for you two to get to know each other. Spend some time together." She whispers gently.

"Forget it," I toss my napkin on the table harshly before walking off. I ignore the numerous calls from Kylie and Darren as I head into the villa.

There goes breakfast.

Darren grabbed Kylie's suitcase, carrying it to the door. I stood in the middle of the living room, fuming. How could they do this to me? How could they leave me with such an idiot? Did they not see how terrible Aiden was for me?

Without even acknowledging all my problems with this, Darren and Kylie hopped into their car and sped down the street, leaving me alone with Aiden. I was used to being alone with him for a few hours but not for almost two entire weeks. Which is how long the villa said it might take to fix the ruined room.

Way to go Darren.

"Looks like it's just me and you," Aiden said, lips curled into a smirk.

His dark brown eyes were on me, giving me that look he had given me so many damn times before. I sucked in a breath, crossed my arms over my chest, and turned away from him. I couldn't spend two weeks here. I'd lose more than my mind.

"Stay out of my hair, and I'll stay out of yours," I said to him.

Then, I turned on my heel and started back toward my room to gather my clothes for the next two weeks. I'd sleep in a hotel.

Aiden snatched my arm and yanked me back. "You're not going anywhere."

I tried to pull myself away from him, but he held me tighter. "Let me go."

"I have plans for us."

"I'm not doing anything with you."

He smirked even wider. "Oh, Alma, did I say you had a choice?" He wrapped a hand around my throat and pulled me to him until my chest was pressed against his. "You fucked me over one too many times. Have just been waiting for me to lose it, haven't you? And that's not what you were saying last night." I'm caught of guard and I let out a small gasp.

Did I mistakenly moan his name?

I clenched my jaw. "No." Maybe.

Something about him was screaming at me to run back to my bedroom and lock the door because being this close to him was surely not going to turn out good. He had that same look on his face he did a year ago when he asked me to hang out, and I stupidly said yes.

"No?" he asked, harshly brushing his thumb against my jaw and forcing me to look up into his dark eyes. "Sounds like you need to learn some fucking respect."

I yanked myself out of his grip and stormed to my room. "Fuck you, Aiden."

He followed after me, his strides longer and quicker than mine. I went to slam my bedroom door in his face when he placed a firm hand on it and pushed it back open.

"Get out of my room!" I yelled, jaw clenched. I hurled my phone onto the bed and slammed my hands into his taut chest. "Get out."

He grabbed my hands and stepped closer to me. "Maybe I should teach you some respect, some manners."

My cheeks flushed ever so slightly because part of me wanted to know how he would teach me. Would he push me into my bedroom, bend me over the bed, and take me finally?

"You're gross," I said, watching his jaw twitch.

He growled under his breath, pushed me onto my bed, and stalked toward me. My eyes widened, heart pounding against my chest. His muscles flexed hard under his shirt; his cock pressed hard against his gray sweatpants.

I hated him. I hated him. I hated him.

"Aiden," I said, voice shaking.

I hated him, but I made no move to stop him. I didn't push him away. I didn't scream at him to stop looking at me with those sinful brown eyes. I didn't want him to stop. Maybe I was fucked up, but I wanted my bestfriends brother to finally give in after years of torture.

How the hell could I want him to fuck me when all he had done was torture me these past two years? I scurried back to the headboard and pulled my knees to my chest. It was wrong, so damn wrong that I felt so pulled to him that I would allow myself to be with him like this again.

He was an asshole, a player, and worst of all, he's meant to be off limits!

"Sweet Alma is wet for me," Aiden said, voice low and husky.

I clenched as a wave of heat warmed my core. "Get off," I whispered, lightly kicking my foot toward his chest in my weakest attempt to convince myself I didn't want this, that I hadn't been thinking about this moment for the past two freaking years.

Before my foot collided with his chest, he snatched it and yanked me to the edge of the bed by my ankle. Wetness pooled between my thighs at the way he was rough. He was never like this before, but it seemed tonight, there was something feral lurking deep within him, something that he couldn't stop.

And I didn't want him to stop.

"Aiden ..." My heart was pounding. "I'm not going to say it again."

"You're fucking soaked. How long have you wanted this huh?" He asked and I shook my head. "Is that why you were so fucking loud last night? You wanted me to hear you fucking your self and begging for cum like a whore."

I grunted and pushed him away, atleast I tried to. "I wasn't as loud as your last nights flavour of the day." I retorted.

He smirks, "Is that what this is about? You heard her moaning and it made your pussy wet? You were soaked at the mere thought of ne pounding her pussy. You wanted it to be you?" He whispered against my neck. His warm breath fanning nt neck.

"N-no," I lied.

"Liar," he said and then chuckled knowingly.

He snaked his hand around my throat and pulled me to my feet, so we were chest to chest. "You prance around in this short skirt"-he grabbed the bottom of my skirt and looked down at my body-"fucking knee-high stockings, and your nerdy little glasses, and you expect me not to want to bend you over the fucking bed and take you, Alma?"

I furrowed my brows and stared up at him through my lenses, nipples hardening underneath my sweater. "Yes, I do," I said, but my words came out choppy and weak.

"You know how much I fucking love it, don't you?" he asked, dark eyes fixed on me. He trailed a finger up the front of my thigh and looped it inside my panties. "Do you wear all this shit for me too?"

"No." Yes.

"I'll bet you've been dreaming about the day I finally snap and take you."

I pressed my lips together, my cheeks flushing. "No."

He curled his lips up and chuckled, gaze flickering down to my tits through my sweatshirt. "You expect me to stay in fucking control when you refuse to wear a damn bra when we're alone." He tugged on my nipple through my sweatshirt. "And your nipples are always this fucking hard. I keep picturing how hard they must have been last night."

Pleasure shot through me as he tugged on it harshly. I took a shaky breath, loving every single moment of this but also knowing that it was wrong ... so wrong.

"Please, Aiden," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "This is wrong. I'll do whatever you want. Just ... stop. You're Kylie's brother."

"Anything huh? That's good to know. I'm going to use you Alma. I'm going to fucking use you just how you like to be used. And you'll enjoy it."

"Aiden..." I trailed off. "We can't do this. I'll do anything else."

He tuts, "You're going to be my whore, Alma." Before I could stop him, he snatched a fistful of my hair and pushed me to my knees. My eyes widened slightly, a rush of heat going to my core as I stared up at him. The ache between my legs wasn't going away; it was just intensifying with every second that passed. "Good." He grasped my chin in his callous hand and swept his thumb across my bottom lip. "Because you're going to wrap your lips around my cock, like you used to. Finally suck me off after interrupting me the other night."

"Are you crazy? I'm not going to suck your cock."

He stared down at me and undid his pants, watching as I watched him pull out his long, pulsing cock. So many fucking nights, I had dreamed of this happening again. So many mornings, I woke up, thinking about him inside of me. So many wishes, hoping that it would happen just once ... once-that was all I asked for.

His dick was hard, long, and thick, and I knew it'd feel so good inside of me.

"Aiden ..." I trailed off, my voice quiet.

"Lost for words, Alma?" he asked, tugging on my hair and making me gaze up into his eyes through my glasses.

I clenched and tried hard not to think about him plunging it inside of me, about him filling me all the way up and stuffing me full.

Stop it, Alma. He is your friends brother.

I shoved my hands against his thighs, wanting to push him away before I slipped. "Fuck you."

He wrapped one hand around his cock and the other around the back of my neck, slapping the head against my lips. For a moment, I almost instinctively parted my lips, but then I pressed them back together as quickly as I could.

But it was too late.

"You want it, Al." Aiden could already see how much I needed it. "Don't deny yourself the simple pleasure of having my cock down your throat."

My wet lips pressed against his head, and I took a deep breath through my nose, my eyes closing softly. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. Yet I didn't stop. Instead, I opened my mouth and let him push himself into me, inch by inch, until his cock was sliding down the back of my throat.

When he was all the way inside of me, he stilled and wrapped his hand around my neck, feeling the bulge inside of it and slowly jerking himself off. "God, Alma, you don't know how fucking long I've been waiting to feel your throat close around my cock like this."

I stared up at him, my cheeks flushing, my pussy clenching, my tits pressed hard against his thighs. He shoved himself deeper into me, slid his hand to the back of my head, and pulled me to him until my lips were pressed against his hips.

"I want to see your eyes," he demanded. I glanced up at him, my pussy aching, and gagged on his cock. He slapped my tits and watched them bounce in my sweater. "You're a fucking whore, Alma. My fucking whore."

Spit dripped from my lips, rolled down my chin, and fell onto my sweater. I placed my hands on his thighs and pushed on them, needing to breathe. But he knew I could take more, so he began to pump himself faster into me.

Wet with my spit, his cock hit the back of my throat with every thrust. I pushed against his thighs harder, needing so desperately to breathe. And when he knew I couldn't take it any longer, he grabbed me by the throat, pulled me to my feet, and then pushed me toward the bed.