The temptation of my brother-in-law-Chapter 118 - One Hundred and Eighteen

Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen

Malachi’s POV

I pressed Alicia against the dusty wall of the old room, my lips crashing into hers. The air smelled like mothballs and forgotten books, but all I cared about was her. Her mouth was soft, warm, tasting like the cherry lip balm she always wore. My hands roamed up her sides, feeling the curve of her waist under her thin shirt. We had to be quiet. The house was full of people downstairs, laughing and talking like nothing was happening up here.

She moaned softly into my kiss, and I pulled back just enough to whisper, "Shh, baby. They’ll hear us."

Her eyes sparkled in the dim light from the cracked window. "Then make me quiet," she teased, her voice barely above a breath.

I grinned and kissed her again, harder this time. My tongue slipped past her lips, tangling with hers. She arched into me, her body pressing close. I could feel her heart racing against my chest. My fingers found the hem of her shirt and slid under, touching her bare skin. It was smooth, hot. I traced up to her bra, cupping her breast through the lace. She gasped, but I covered her mouth with mine to muffle it.

But really, I just wanted her. Needed her. Alicia was like a drug, and I was hooked. Her hands tugged at my belt, fumbling with the buckle. I helped her, undoing it quick and quiet. The zipper sounded too loud in the silence, but no one came knocking.

She pushed my jeans down my hips, her fingers brushing my hard length through my boxers. I groaned low in my throat, biting her lip to keep it in. "Fuck, Alicia," I muttered against her neck. I kissed down her throat, sucking lightly so I wouldn’t leave marks. Not yet, anyway.

Her breath hitched as I unhooked her bra with one hand. Practice makes perfect. I lifted her shirt, exposing her to the cool air. Her nipples hardened, and I took one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. She threaded her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. A tiny whimper escaped her, and I glanced up. "Quiet, remember?"

She nodded, biting her bottom lip. God, she looked so hot like that, all flushed and wanting. I switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. My free hand slid down her stomach, popping the button on her shorts. I dipped inside, finding her panties already damp. I rubbed her through the fabric, feeling her clit swell under my fingers.

"Malachi," she whispered, her hips bucking against my hand.

I slipped under the edge of her panties, touching her bare. She was wet, slick. I circled her entrance, then pushed one finger inside. She clenched around me, her eyes squeezing shut. I added another, pumping slow and deep. Her walls gripped me tight, and I imagined how she’d feel around my cock.

We kissed again, messy and desperate. She reached into my boxers, wrapping her hand around me. I was rock hard, throbbing in her grip. She stroked me from base to tip, her thumb swiping over the head. Pre-cum leaked out, making it slick. I thrust into her hand, matching the rhythm of my fingers in her.

The floor creaked under us as we moved. I froze, listening. Voices drifted up from below, but they sounded far away. Good. I pulled my fingers out, bringing them to my mouth. I sucked them clean, tasting her sweetness. Her eyes widened, dark with lust.

"Turn around," I said softly.

She did, bracing her hands on the wall. I yanked her shorts and panties down to her ankles. Her ass was perfect, round and firm. I squeezed it, spreading her cheeks a little. She looked back over her shoulder, her hair falling in her face.

I pushed my boxers down, freeing myself. My cock slapped against my stomach, eager. I rubbed the head along her slit, coating it in her wetness. She pushed back, impatient.

"Easy," I whispered. "We gotta go slow."

I eased in, inch by inch. She was tight, hot, wrapping around me like a glove. I bit my lip to stifle a groan. When I was fully seated, I paused, letting her adjust. Her breath came in short pants, her forehead against the wall.

I started moving, pulling out almost all the way, then sliding back in. Slow at first, to keep the noise down. But it felt so good, I picked up speed. The slap of skin on skin was faint, but I angled us so the wall absorbed most of it.

Alicia’s knuckles turned white on the wall. She reached back, grabbing my hip, urging me deeper. I wrapped an arm around her waist, my other hand covering her mouth just in case. I thrust harder, feeling her pussy flutter around me.

"You’re so fucking wet," I breathed in her ear. "Love how you take me."

She nodded, her muffled moans vibrating against my palm. I slid my hand down from her waist, finding her clit. I rubbed it in circles, matching my thrusts. She tensed, her body shaking. I knew she was close.

"Come for me, baby," I whispered. "Quietly."

She did, her walls clamping down hard. I felt her pulse around me, her body trembling. I kept thrusting through it, drawing it out. Her hand flew up to bite her own knuckles, stifling her cries.

It pushed me over the edge. Heat built in my balls, racing up. I pulled out at the last second, stroking myself fast. I came on her ass, hot spurts painting her skin. I groaned low, burying my face in her shoulder.

We stayed like that for a minute, catching our breath. I grabbed an old rag from a nearby shelf, wiping her clean. She pulled up her shorts, turning to face me. Her cheeks were pink, lips swollen.

"That was close," she said with a giggle.

I kissed her forehead. "Worth it."

She was worth every risk.