Unleashing My Boyfriend's Brother Desires

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*** Selena's POV ***

My hipbones press harshly into the counter as Alexander's body presses against mine. My whole body shudders and I have the urge to sink my elbow into his stomach so i could get away, but the way his perfume wraps itself around me like a haze, makes me doubt myself.

I swallow past the lump in my throat and my eyes flutter closed when his hand brushes over my stomach slowly, before his fingers dip into my side and he presses me a little harsher against himself.

His other hand brushes gently up my arm, while his nose remains buried into my hair. He seems to be in some sort of trance or maybe I was just being stupid... because he seemed to really be living the moment-

Part of me told me I should stop him before this got too far. Where was it going anyway?

the hand that moved up my arm, slowly came to rest underneath my chin, forcing me to tilt my head so that I could expose my neck to him. With a gentle touch, he brushes away the strands of hair that covered my neck, before he leaned down and brushed his lips over the exposed skin.

His lips were moist, and the hotness of his breath made my skin crawl and my knees grow weaker.

A shaky breath escapes me and I can feel his lips curl into a pleased smirk right against my skin, as his touch moves down, from behind my ear, to my exposed clavicle bone.

Was it bad timing to wear a boat neck top?

"Alexan-" I start speaking again, as his lips start peppering long, passionate kisses on top of my skin.

"Don't talk." he rasps, his voice low, making my skin turn to goosebumps and the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I could feel my n*****s grow harder, brushing roughly against the padding of my bra, and just as I grow painfully aware of my own body, I feel his fingers skim over my stomach. Somehow, I have been a little too distracted by his kisses to notice that he had snuck his hand underneath my top.

I want to move, but he doesn't allow me. His fingers hook underneath my jaw, not painfully, but enough to make me stop from squirming and trying to get away, while his other hand slowly moves between the valley of my breasts and his fingers slip into the cup of my bra.

The touch is cold and greedy and I almost melt into him...

My eyes close and I don't want to think much of it. I don't want to think there was anything beside lust, alcohol and maybe boredom. Maybe this was the only thing i was good at-

His fingers find the stiff peak of my breast which they squeeze with curiosity.

I let out a sharp hiss and my thighs press together tightly, trying to suppress the heat and the need that was startling to bubble deep within my core.

My lips part again, but I don't have anything to say. A low moan escapes me and by now I am too far gone to feel any sort of shame. I wouldn't have wanted to stop him, I wouldn't want him to stop either... and after all, I was somehow happy that he was the one to make a move. It made me feel a little better about myself.

It made me think that I was not the only one thinking of him in the middle of the night. Even if I had Max sleeping right beside me... I always wondered how his long fingers would feel wrapped around my neck like this.

His teeth nibble lightly on my collarbone and I hum, a little hum of pleasure, pressing my ass into his pelvis a little more, trying to get him to move a little faster, a little more confident. Not that confidence was a problem here. There was a tightly bound boner tucked right between my ass cheeks and he was definitely not ashamed to grind himself against me with that-

Alexander might have been one of the most arrogant people I have ever met. And I was certain that you could strip him of his titles, of his material possessions, and he'd still not be someone less arrogant.

His teeth scrape up the junction of my neck and then he bites into my neck lightly, sucking on the skin.

My eyes go wide for a split second. A hickey! I was easy to bruise, but he seemed to intentionally want to mark me like this-

He sucks on the spot a little longer than needed, making sure that by tomorrow there would be a bruise, before slowly pulling away so he could admire what he had done.

With the corner of my eyes, I take in the smug expression on his face. He was definitely drunk. His cheeks were a light pink color and the pupils of his eyes were blown as if he had been smoking the whole night- There a sly smile harbored on his lips and the way the tip of his tongue brushed over his lips told me he enjoyed this a little more than I'd have expected him to.

I wished I could gather the courage and touch him back, but it felt illegal, so I didn't.

"Do you want to -"

"I want you-" he rasps and for a moment, I don't recognize his voice. "- to only open that mouth of yours if I ask you to." he whispers, his lips against my ear, his breath fanning over my skin. "Do you understand that?" he adds with enough confidence to make me feel like I am about to melt right against him.

I nod lightly and he seems pleased with himself. His nose traces the contour of my ear and I shudder again, allowing my eyes to close once more, while fully leaning into him.

Alexander slowly straightens himself, slowly slipping his hand out of my bra.

"Here or the bedroom?" he asks, drunk on his own lust and need.