“Come on, Sam. Let’s dance,” Luke said, trying to take away my anger, grabbing me around the waist and imitating the dance moves I had made earlier. He made me giggle. He was so fun and was making a fool of himself dancing to make me happy. I forgot all about my anger at Ellie.
Maybe I was with the wrong brother? I mean, Luke was gorgeous, had a great body, and made me laugh. Plus he had the added bonus that he was single.
Mmm, something to think about, my inner self said.
For the next three songs, we danced silly moves, laughing at each other until a slow song came on. He raised his eyebrows questioningly.
I glanced to Blake’s table. Ellie was sat on Blake’s lap, smiling smugly at me.
“Can we dance this one? And then go get drinks? Since we are supposed to be on a date, we better look like it.” I smiled a small smile. I should have been there now with Blake, not poor Luke, forced to dance with me.
“Yeah, I’m actually enjoying it,” Luke said, moving closer to me and taking me in his arms. I snuggled in close to him, and we started to move in time with the rhythm. It was nice being this close to him, being in his big, strong arms. I breathed in deep. His aftershave was nice and clean smelling.
“Me too. Thanks for this, Luke. You’re so sweet. You shouldn’t let her talk to you like that. You don’t deserve it. She’s such a bitch.” I hadn’t moved my head off his chest when I said it, and for a while I thought he hadn’t heard.
As I picked my head up to look at him, he replied, “You don’t have to thank me for dancing with a beautiful girl, Sam. I like you. I wanted to dance with you. I’m glad that Ellie came. Can I kiss you, Sam?” he asked. He was so kind and cute and handsome. I couldn’t find the right words, so I just nodded.
He bent down and kissed me lightly on the lips, short, fast kisses, teasing me, using his tongue now and again to dart in and out of my mouth. I got up onto my tiptoes to be able to reach him better and kissed him fully. He moaned into my mouth and moved his hands from around my back to my hips, pulling me hard against him. His hands moved again, cupping my ass. My dress had risen, and his hands were up inside it. I could feel his hardness pressing against me. I closed my eyes and got lost in Luke. He was a really good kisser, teasing me gently, his tongue slipping in and out of my mouth expertly.
When the song ended, I didn’t want to leave the dance floor, and I held him for longer than I should have. He held me too, though, breathing into my hair. But eventually we made our way to the bar and sat on a pair of bar stools.
I looked over and saw that Natasha was having fun with my brother, Jax, and Sarah, who must have come in when we were dancing. I looked to Blake’s table. He was not at it, and neither was Ellie.
“So, Luke, can I ask you something?” I found myself a little nervous around him now.
“Yeah, of course,” he said, placing a hand on my knee.
Sparks flew. His touch was electric, and I felt myself beginning to get wet for him. My heart was racing, and I was sure he could see my need for him in my eyes, as he licked his lips extra slow and rubbed his one hand up his thigh. I shifted myself on the bar stool to get comfy, and his hand slid a little farther up my thigh. I gasped a little, and I was sure he’d heard it, but he didn’t comment.
Wow, how could two brothers be this sexy? He was amazing and sexy and kind and sweet and…not Blake.
“How come you don’t have a girl?” I asked, curious.
He laughed a little. “Ah, I did. We were together for a while, but in the end, we wanted different things, so we called it off about three months ago. It was a joint decision, and we are both happier for it. That’s when Blake moved in with me. And until now I haven’t wanted anyone else,” he explained, running his hand up and down my bare thigh.
I raised my eyebrows at the last sentence, but he didn’t say any more, and I didn’t ask. I really liked the way that he touched me.
He stepped toward me and kissed me lightly on the lips, taking me into his strong arms.
My body, still aroused from my time with Blake, responded immediately. I ripped his top off and pulled his shorts down slowly, taking in every part of him, his rippling muscles, nice and tanned, the tribal tattoo that ran down his left thigh. His big, throbbing cock, pulsing, just waited for me, and I wanted it just as badly.
He pulled the straps of my swimsuit down until he could see my breasts. He bent down and started to kiss and suck my nipples. I gasped in pleasure and ran my hands through his hair.
“Yes,” I murmured.
He pulled my swimsuit all the way off and got on his knees. He started to kiss my pubic area. I spread my legs for him, and he started to kiss and lick my already throbbing clit. I could see a huge tattoo of a pair of angel wings down the length of his back and at this moment in time felt that I had found my very own archangel of sex. My body jerked in response to his kisses, and I nearly called out loud.
“Luke. Oh my, Luke. Fuck me, Luke,” I whispered.
I ran my hands through his hair, and when I got too close to climax, I tugged it slightly. He looked up into my eyes. He was so gorgeous. I pulled him back up to stand in front of me.
I pushed him onto the bench at the other side of the cubicle. His cock, standing erect, looked huge, and I wanted it in me immediately. I quickly straddled him. As he entered me, I did feel a pang of guilt that I was having sex with Blake’s brother, until he arched his hips to enter me more deeply. Then everything and everyone was forgotten.
I started to ride him slowly at first and then picked up the pace. He grabbed my ass and dipped his head to once again suck my nipple. The muscles inside me clenched around his cock as I continued to ride him.
I quickly brought myself climax.
“Yes, Luke, yes,” I called out as I finished.
I loved the sound of his heavy breathing, and every time he whispered my name, a wave of pleasure would roll through me.
“Sam, Sam, oh yeah, babe, more,” he moaned.
“Bend me over and fuck me, Luke,” I whispered to him. I was now totally lost in the throes of passion, and I just needed it rough.
He didn’t say anything, just nodded. I got off him, waited for him to move, and knelt up on the bench. He came up behind me and slowly entered me, his hardness pushing aside the wet folds inside me.
“Is that ok?” he asked.
“Yes, harder, Luke,” I told him.
He did as I asked. He was so good at it. His breath was coming harder now, and he called out my name as his movements became faster, harder, and jerkier as he came.
Luke moved away from me slowly, I got off the bench and we both got under the shower. He grabbed my shower gel and started to rub my chest, down to my breasts and stomach. I loved the feel of his hands sliding all over me, and I returned the favor.
I moved around to his back. He placed both of his hands on the wall and put one foot in front of the other to steady himself. I ran my soapy hands down his back, admiring the size and detail of his angel wings tattoo that ran from his shoulders to the bottom of his rib cage. I kissed him along the edge of his tattoo as my hands cupped his ass.
“I love this tattoo,” I told him, once again returning to kiss it.
I pushed my wet naked body up against him, crushing my breasts between us, and moved my hands around to his front. His cock was just starting to get hard again. I felt so lucky. I wanted him again. I rubbed at him, and when hard enough, I started to move my hand up and down his length to get him harder.
“Fuck, Sam, yes. You are my angel, Sam,” he moaned.
I moved around in front of him. He picked me up, entered me easily, and pushed me up against the wall, moving in and out of me slowly but thrusting hard.
I looked into his eyes as we came together. He called out my name, and I liked the way it sounded coming from his lips.