A Wicked Night

Jay's POV:

I was working on the garden. I thought it might be nice for mum since she loves that kind of stuff. She's been shutting herself away these days. I guess she can't stand the sight of just the two of us. I've tried beginning the conversation on my sister, but one look from her and I know she isn't ready. So, time it is. Meanwhile, I'll be here. Gardening, even though I hate it, just so I can put a smile on her face.

I'm wearing some old wifebeater I dug out of my wardrobe and had to borrow an Alice band from Sam to keep the hair away from my eyes. I'm glad Adrian was away for a bit as I'd never hear the end of it. That little weasel thinks he's slick with my sister, but I see through every little glance and excuse he gives, getting closer to her. I don't hate the idea, I mean she could have someone worse after her. But still. I'm her brother, it's weird.

"Susan would love this."
I recognise that voice. Instantly a smile is on my face as I stand up. I find Georgia smiling back at me. She stands on the other side of the fence, so I walk to it, making sure to wipe my hands.
"That's the plan."
I watch her tuck hair away from her eyes and I get to see those soft baby blues stare back at me. God, since when did I sound like a corny romance novel? I don't miss her quickly checking me out so I stand a little taller. My arms are aching but I tense them a little for her.

"What are you doing here?"
She shrugs and looks away. The wind blows her perfume to me and I suddenly realise how dirty I must look right now. Old jeans and scruffy boots.
"Needed some company. I'm sure you can understand why I wouldn't want to see my friend at my professor's apartment?"
She makes a weird face and I understand. I smile at her, wanting to make her feel comfortable. My mind goes back to the hostile conversation with her boyfriend.

"Come inside. Sam's made some sample cupcakes. I'll sneak us a few."
It's a risk, but I give her my hand. I'm a little surprised as she takes it and walks into the garden. Georgia gives me a shy smile and this is the first time she's looked like that. Did I do that? Make her shy? For some weird reason that inflated my ego a little bit.

Fahmeen's POV:

The evening starts and the sexual tension rises. It's hot in here as the spring air takes a turn for the warmth. I double check the air con and make sure it's on a little bit.
Rolf appears very close behind me and groans.
"No, don't make it cool. I like the heat."
I expected him to do this. He presses his large body into mine from behind. I don't react, well refuse to show it.

"I didn't go to the gym today. Work out with me?" I ignore the delectable way he whispered that in my ear and turn to face him.
"Wanna go for a jog?" My innocent smile dispels his mischievous mood and he stands straighter.
"Forget it." He rolls his eyes and goes to the sofa. He sits down with a sigh and checks his phone.
"Oh, Jessie text. Apparently, Archie wants to see you. Should I be worried?" He raises his eyebrows at me. I smirk and jump over the sofa to sit next to him. He kisses the side of my head and pulls me into him.
"Tell them to come over." I switch on the TV and roam Netflix.

I hear him text back and toss his phone away. He leans back, with his arms splayed behind his head. I rest my head on his chest, enjoying the rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Nah, maybe the weekend. Let it just be the two of us tonight." He strokes my thigh and watches the TV.

*Ten minutes later:*

His hand is no longer casually stroking my leg, now it's gently holding onto the top of my thigh. He's also sunken into the sofa and taken me with him. Rolf allows his hand to trail up my ass now and he starts kissing my hair. I think I should accelerate the plan, so I look up at him. He looks down at me in question, raising his eyebrow. I smile before I kiss him. His hand holds my face close so even if I wanted to stop I couldn't. He doesn't let me go till our tongues touch. He helps me sit up so now I can sit on him instead. As I straddle him, he begins to palm my ass. As he does this, his breathing deepens and I can feel him gently rock his hips into me. I ignore the throbbing beginning in my nether region and end our hot make out. He presses me into him again and I have to push him slightly at the chest to stop.
"I need a shower."
He sighs and begins kissing my neck.
"We can shower after."

I bite my lip trying to ignore his sucking.
"N-no no. I want to shower now." I stand up, needing the distance. As I walk off, I hurry up my pace because I can hear him get up and follow me. Uh oh.

...

I've been in the shower for ten minutes now. Rolf disappeared. I figured he must've gone to bed in a sulk. But alas, I was mistaken! He strolls into the bathroom and pauses as he finds me soaping myself. He then leans back onto the wall, watching me. We just stare at each other.

"You can't join me!" I shout over the water, and shake my head to reiterate my decision. Rolf narrows his eyes at me, and his teeth tugs at his lips. He's got his thinking face on. With a suit and glasses, he'd look like he does in the classroom. Fuck, that's hot.

Focus, Fahmeen.

Rolf carries on watching me as he slowly unzips his trousers. He steps out of them and kicks them away. He then strips out of his shirt.
"You can't come in." I warn him but he just continues his strip show. He then agonisingly slowly pulls down his boxers over his long, hard cock.
Boy, that's a lot of tension.

I swallow hard at the sight of him. I have to clench my thighs together and I stop scrubbing my body and just stare at his body. I fucking want him so bad. Suddenly Jasper pops in my brain and ruins the moment.
Focus, Fahmeen.

"If I can't join you..." His voice brings me out of my daydream.
"Then I'll just watch you."
Rolf starts stroking himself and his eyes selfishly wander my body. His body relaxes and he sighs, rolling his shoulders.
"Use a little more soap, darling." His voice comes out low. It's predatory. It's sexy and I am insanely hot for him. My pussy is aching.
I oblige his request because this was the plan. I make a show in pouring shower gel onto my chest and rub it in. I know he's speeded up his stroking and I hear his sigh.
"That's it, baby."

I feel sexy doing this for him. Showing myself off to please him. He knows just how turned on I am because whenever I clench myself, he notices. He smirks and strokes harder.
"Fuck, you're so sexy." He groans, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Are you still not gonna let me inside?"
I bite my lip. I shake my head no and he strokes aggressively now. His muscles pumping and gleaming in the bathroom light. He's approaching the beginning of the end. Sweat accumulated on his forehead and face. I step closer to the shower door and just watch him now. He's lost in his pleasure.
"I wanna be inside you so bad, baby." He moans.
"You know what I'd do?"
He's panting now. I can see pre cum leaking from his swollen cock head.
"Tell me." I'm desperate to know.
"Fuck." He swallows hard and stares at me. His eyes take a turn for the dark green.

"I'd take you against that door you're behind right now. My cock would buried inside you..." He curses and leans his head back.
Once his eyes find me again, he continues.
"And I'd play with that clit. Your tits. Pull your hair. Maybe choke you a little. Would you like that?"
Fuck yes.
I simply nod.
"Maybe I'd turn you around and eat your pussy. Feast until you come inside my mouth. Until I taste you on my tongue-
Fuck!" His loud groan marks his near climax. He's so close.

"Come." I tell him.
"No. I won't come until I'm inside." He slows his strokes and his eyes focus on me again, determined.
"Not gonna happen tonight." My eyes challenge him back and he sees I'm serious.
"Fuck." He moans and slows till he stops. He's successfully edged.

"Like I said. Till I'm inside."