Libby
Frisco’s lips are hot and commanding against mine, and before I know it, I’m melting into the kiss, leaning into him as his presence overpowers me. It’s like he’s all around me, a dominating force, a black hole that’s sucking me in, and I’m helpless to escape. His thumbs run over my cheekbones as he shifts closer to me, his body nearly touching mine, and I can’t help the soft sound that escapes me as I melt under his touch.
That seems to set the huge male off, and Frisco moans, deepening the kiss as one of his arms circles my waist. Finally, finally, his chest presses against mine, the ferocity of his touch only intensifying as his tongue works its way into my mouth. The intrusion has me trembling, my legs snapping together automatically as a rush of arousal floods my pussy. I can’t think coherently. I’m too caught up in the feeling of his hands on me.
But as passionate as the kiss is, we eventually have to breathe, and Frisco pulls back, but only just. His gaze bores into mine as our foreheads rest against one another, both of us breathing hard. Then, I notice something I never did before: while Patrick’s eyes are a dark blue-gray, Frisco’s are an icy sapphire, as cold and calculating as the man himself. They’re looking at me hungrily, desire radiating from him with unbelievable intensity. In that moment, I realize I’m completely at his mercy. He’s the predator, and I’m the prey. And I’m ready for him to devour me.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he rasps, his eyes never leaving mine. It’s a revelation that surprises me, but I can’t think back to our past meetings right now. His hand is already making its way lower, squeezing my ass and tugging me insistently closer.
“Frisco,” I breathe almost reverently.
My saying his name makes him growl, and he pushes me forward, pressing my back into his plush sofa as his mouth attacks mine again. His kisses are growing more insistent, and as he tugs my bottom lip with his teeth, I groan and thread my hands through his black locks. Frisco pulls back a little, and I whine, “Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to stop,” he grunts, his fingers already going to his shirt buttons. I fumble to help him, and as he discards the fabric, I’m treated to the sight of a perfectly-sculpted torso. I can’t help but run my palms down his hard chest, but Frisco isn’t interested in lingering; he’s already attacking my own shirt, stripping it up and over my head with practiced ease. I’m left in my bra, and he makes a low noise as his eyes sweep over my décolletage. I can feel his erection against my skirt, and I grind against him in desperation as he drops his mouth to my neck. “I’ve thought about this for so long,” he mutters against my skin, sucking it hard enough to leave a mark. “I want this.”
“Please, Frisco,” I plead, sounding desperately needy, “please-”
I don’t even have to finish the sentence for him to catch my meaning because the next thing I know his hand is lifting my skirt and plunging under the hem to caress the heat between my legs. The movement makes me shiver, and to my shame, my lace panties are already soaked with arousal. This doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Fuck, Libby,” Frisco groans, sinking his teeth into my neck for a fresh burst of delightful pain. He grapples for a moment before thrusting his fingers into my panties, tracing my drenched pussy with single-minded intent. His fingers are feather light when they brush my slippery nub, sending a fresh wave of desire through my body. That’s all the warning I get before he slides a digit inside me, his thumb returning to stroke my clit as he searches for my g-spot. By now, I’m not much more than a puddle, writhing underneath him as his deft movements light up my core. “So wet already,” he growls against my skin, and I tighten my grip on his hair just as his mouth returns to mine.
I kiss him back desperately. It’s the only thing I can do at this point because my orgasm is already building. Have I ever been with a guy this skilled in bed? It’s like he’s carrying me away on a wave of pleasure. In all the months I spent with Patrick, he never brought these feelings out in me, not even in our most intimate moments. What have I been missing out on?
That’s all I have time to think about though, because in the next second I’m coming, bucking up against the alpha male’s hand as stars burst in front of my eyes. Frisco doesn’t let up as I ride out the aftershocks, and it’s only when he finally withdraws his hand with a slick pop that I’m able to think clearly. Still panting, I gasp, “Do you want to-”
“Yes,” he says, not letting me finish. He sits up for a moment, treating me to another view of his gorgeous body, before he urges me upright and attacks the clasp of my bra. The next thing I know, the lace on the floor, leaving my breasts uncovered. The cold air makes me shiver, my nipples already hardening, and I feel a strange bout of self-consciousness. This was my idea, but being exposed like this makes me feel incredibly vulnerable.
But Frisco’s eyes sweep over my large tits hungrily, drinking me in like I’m the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen. “You’re so beautiful,” he rasps, and then he lowers his mouth to take one nipple in his mouth. I cry out with pleasure.
“Oh! Unnnh, yes!”
The feeling of his tongue and teeth on my breast is enough to drive me crazy, and even though I just came, I can already feel myself revving up once more. “Please, please,” I whimper, my hands running over his carved muscles.
Frisco doesn’t need telling twice because he hauls my skirt and panties down in one fluid movement. I kick them off, now completely nude in front of him, and drop my hands to the button of his pants. I can see his erection straining against the fabric, and even though he’s still covered, I can tell he’s big. Like, big big. Goosebumps cover my arms as I wrestle his pants off, and I shiver in anticipation as Frisco pushes me back onto the couch, hooking one of my legs up over his hip as he lines up and then enters me with one smooth push.
My arms drop to the couch, and a daze overtakes me at the feeling of him stretching me open. Holy hell, I’m being split in half and I let out a small cry of mixed pleasure and pain. Frisco, his ice blue eyes boring into mine, gives me a moment to adjust to his girth before he begins to move, his strong arms supporting him as he thrusts into me.
“You’re doing great, baby girl. You’re taking me like a champ,” he rasps.
Before long, I can feel another orgasm building in the pit of my stomach, and it’s all I can do not to pass out as my pussy clenches with ecstasy. Adrenaline surges through me, my body flooded with electricity and pleasure as he gradually picks up the pace. Soon he’s fucking me hard, and all thoughts of Patrick and revenge have evaporated completely. All I can think about is the euphoria his brother is giving me, and it’s all-consuming.
Frisco’s fingers return to my clit, and it’s not long before I’m coming again, digging my nails into his back and gasping with pleasure.
“Friscoooo!” I scream. “Oh god!”
The sight of me experiencing the ultimate release is what does it for him. “Libby,” he gasps, my name a prayer on his lips, and then he comes inside me, filling my spasming pussy with hot, passionate virility.
We lie there for several seconds, our foreheads touching as we recover in the aftermath of that incredible session. Neither of us says anything right away, too lost in the emotion of what just happened. To be honest, I’m not sure what I should be feeling. Guilt? Nervousness? Anxiety? But instead, I feel completely safe, like I could float away with this man and never return to Earth.
Meanwhile, the handsome CEO leans down and nuzzles my throat, a contrast to his fierce passion just moments ago. When he finally breaks away, his eyes are hooded. “Was that okay?” he asks gently.
“That was better than okay,” I murmur with a smile. “That was incredible.”
“You’re incredible, Libby,” Frisco growls. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that with you.”
I stare at him, my eyes wide.
“Really?” I ask, feeling absurdly shy.
He nods, and there’s no teasing in his expression. “Ever since I met you,” replies, “I’ve wanted you. It was wrong, but you can’t help but feel what you feel.”
My cheeks flame redder than they have all night, and I duck my head. Frisco gazes down at me for another moment, chuckling, before sitting up and pulling out of me. His enormous member emerges, glistening with our combined fluids, and the sudden emptiness makes a soft whine escape my lips. He grins knowingly.
“Don’t worry, little girl. You’ll get more of this, if I have anything to do with it.”
Then, I watch as he wordlessly goes to the bathroom before returning with a damp washcloth. The alpha male’s movements are gentle as he ministers to the space between my legs, and I gasp at his gentle touch. Who knew it could be like this? This is more intimate and tender than anything I’ve experienced with any man, let alone his brother.
It’s a long time before either of us speaks again, and I’m swooning by the time he’s done. Then, Frisco pats me on the butt and grins again.
“Do you want to spend the night?” he asks lazily. “I don’t want you going home alone at this hour.” There’s something possessive about the way he says it that makes me shiver with delight.
“Are you sure?” I ask, somewhat tentative.
“I’m always sure,” he replies. “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.”
Wow, he’s so confident and collected. Meanwhile, I’m floating on Cloud Nine, so I merely lean back and smile, watching as he gets up again. But I can’t let myself go entirely because things have turned out different than what I planned. Yes, I was going to seduce Frisco Arrington, and I did. But now, revenge seems petty and insignificant compared to the incredible session we just shared.
“Frisco,” I say cautiously, “what does this mean? What happens now?”
The CEO looks at me, blue eyes gleaming.
“We’ll see,” he replies, “but I know one thing. I’m not letting you go, Libby Rain. You belong to me now.”