Brad

She was asking for it.

We were just there to hang out with our buddy, maybe smoke a little, get drunk and shoot the shit. No one asked her to come out of her bedroom in that thin shirt that fit her in all the right places but only showed a modest amount of skin, as if she didn't know how fucking great her tits are. No one told her those dark jeans that hugged her ass so perfectly were a good choice for sitting around on the porch with her boyfriend and his two friends.

She sat across from me and whenever I said something she would fix me with those dark green eyes, her wavy hair framing her face, the tiniest hint of cleavage peeking at me, and I actually lost my train of thought once or twice. She didn't seem to notice she was the cause. She'd just slide her dark-rimmed glasses up her nose with one graceful finger and raise an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue. I thought my cock was going to burst through my pants.

Her boyfriend, a pretty tall and strong but easygoing guy, just kept passing the bowl and grinning at everyone and everything. I think he saw my discomfort but it didn't faze him. That guy is too happy if you ask me.

Allen definitely noticed. I figure she was having the same effect on him. He exchanged glances with me once or twice when she was busy checking her phone for messages. He kept pounding the shots of Black Velvet but I wasn't really into it for some reason.

"Brad." I finally realized she was talking to me. My head snapped back from where it had been contemplating the whiskey bottle and met her gaze. She held out her hand wordlessly for my keys with an affectionate half-smile on her face, as if I were a little brother she had to be protective of. That pissed me off; she may be four years older than me but I can take care of myself. I was cursed with a slender frame but I work out regularly and I'm pretty damn proud of the build I've slowly achieved. Plus I was still stone sober; I could drive if I wanted to. However, I handed them over without saying anything. An idea was already dancing at the edge of my mind. As I stood up to excuse myself to the bathroom, I was awarded the satisfaction of her following me with her eyes. I know she was looking at my tightly muscled body in its snug black t-shirt.

Now all I had to do was wait.

She went to bed early since it was a weekday and she had to work the next morning. Fucking tease. Allen and Paul, the boyfriend, were snoring in front of the TV by three AM. I stealthily made my way back to the bedroom. As I entered the hallway, I looked back toward the couch. Paul was staring at me. I jumped. He knew. I knew he knew. Where I was going, what I planned to do. As I waited for him to get up and kick my ass, he smiled a conspiratorial smile and closed his eyes again, feigning sleep. After a second I exhaled slowly and kept going, a little in shock. Was this some kind of game between them? Fuck it. I didn't care if I was a pawn, I was going to have her.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar. I slid it noiselessly inward and when my eyes adjusted to the darkness I saw where the bed was. She was lying on her back, naked except for the silver satin sheets. I knew she was naked because the sheet wasn't completely covering her and I could see a smooth line of pale flesh on the side nearer to me, stretching from her neck to her feet. The swell of her right breast was visible, as well as her right hip where the cloth should have been if she were wearing panties. My cock swelled, as did my irritation. Two horny teenage guys in her house and she sleeps nude with the door open? As I closed the door she moved a little and her eyes opened. She must have mistaken the lust and hostility in my face for something else because she sat up a little, the sheet sliding farther down her chest and exposing the light brown edge of one areola. "What's wrong?" she said, her voice thick with sleep. "Is Paul okay?"

"Fuck Paul," I growled. I grabbed the edge of the sheet, threw it off her and straddled her on the bed in one quick motion, my knees on either side of her stomach.

"What the fuck, Brad?" she got out before I leaned forward and slammed my forearm against her throat.

"Make another sound and you'll fucking regret it," I hissed. Her eyes went wide but she froze and fell silent. In that instant she knew all her superior worldly control was gone. I had the power now. I took off my belt with one hand, gave her a menacing glare before I lifted my arm from her neck, and secured her wrists to the headboard. She was still afraid to speak but before I sat back I put a pillow over her face anyway and just let it rest there, to remind her to stay afraid.

With her arms lifted above her head her huge soft tits were more enticing than ever. I took my time exploring her with my eyes in the dim moonlight before I touched her. She couldn't see what I was doing and was getting pretty nervous, little twitchy movements suggesting she wanted to do something, to squirm, to try and buck me off but was afraid to do it. God that was hot.

I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned forward again and braced my arms on either side of her chest. I bent down and lightly flicked my tongue over one nipple. Her whole body convulsed. I didn't let up, kept flicking it faster and faster for what seemed like forever. It was like velvet at first, and then it puckered up and hardened. She squirmed and twisted violently and I think I might have heard her let a little moan escape. I stopped and moved my mouth to the other nipple, doing the same thing for even longer. By the end her hips were slowly thrusting into the air like she couldn't help herself, and all I had touched her with so far was the very tip of my tongue. I knew the bitch was mine.

I pulled the pillow off. She must have thought this meant she could talk because she started, "Brad"-- before she was cut off by my hand tightly covering her mouth. "I'm not interested in your opinion," I said. She exhaled sharply, contracting her sexy stomach, and kept those doe eyes fixed on me as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it somewhere. I slid down her body, enjoying her fear and desire as she watched me.

I used my hands to part her legs; there was only token resistance now. I knelt there admiring her moist, cleanly shaven pussy for a minute before beginning to explore it with my fingers. I slid one between the lips gently and brought it back out shining with her juices. I held her eyes with mine as I sucked every drop off my finger. She knew that I knew she was soaking wet.

"I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked, you little teasing bitch, and you're going to like it," I said. "You're lucky I didn't throw you onto the ground out on the porch earlier and do it right in front of your boyfriend." I knew I wouldn't have, but this kind of talk was obviously turning her on like crazy, and me too. I stepped off the bed to remove my jeans, but quick as lightning I was back on her, one arm against her throat again.

"Take my cock, bitch," I said in a low voice just before I rammed it all the way into her hot snatch in one movement. She managed to endure it without squealing, but her chest was heaving and her eyes were wild. I used my free hand to manhandle her tits while I thrust into her hard and fast. I squeezed them and rolled the nipples roughly between my fingers. I put a little more pressure on her throat and covered her mouth with mine, making it hard for her to breathe. I forced my tongue into her mouth while she thrashed helplessly, straining at the belt that held her wrists. "Fucking take it, whore," I said fiercely between thrusts. "Take my cock. This is what you fucking deserve for teasing me all night. Did you really think you were going to get away with that, you fucking slut?"

That's when she came. It was so unexpected I was stunned for a second. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she wrapped her legs around my back and bucked uncontrollably. Her pussy walls clamped tightly around my cock and she breathed hard through her nose. She didn't even whimper, but it was unmistakably an orgasm. It was so fucking hot to watch. I felt my balls do that final tightening and my own climax ripped through me while I pounded away at the hot bitch's cunt. She went limp and lay there flushed and sexy as hell as I emptied myself into her.

Once I was done, I felt humanity return to me in a rush of fear and guilt. But she gazed up at me through half-lidded eyes, her face taking on that patronizing smile again. "See you later," she said. Neither she nor her boyfriend has mentioned it since, but I can't wait til the next time he calls me looking for some weed.