Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2) (35 page)

“No, you’re not leaving here in this state, come and have a drink, calm yourself down.” She pulls at my arm, trying to get me to budge for her.

“Seriously, I’m not in the mood, sweetheart.” She is only twenty-three, I am nearly twenty-eight, and she is my best friend’s baby sister. This is a no-go zone.

“I don’t care what you’re in the mood for ‘sweetheart’; you are coming and having a drink. Tonight has been big, Ant. Let me care for you, please?” She is so sweet, it is breaking my heart further because I know she likes me, she always has, and the stupid fling we had when she was all but seventeen, hasn’t helped to discourage her. I had been in love with Georgia then, she was the only other girl I had the very same feelings for as Abbi, but after her brother had found out, threatened my arse and scolded his sister for getting with older men, we hadn’t seen each other.

“George,” I say simply, trying to get away from her. If I really tried, I know I would be able to easily pull my arm away, but stupidly I don’t, my irrational side is taking over and letting me follow her.

“Ant,” she says back. I want to slap her fucking arse for being so cheeky. A throbbing hand and a red backside are sure to make me feel better, but I am a hundred percent dead if Leighton ever found out I subbed out his sister.

“Stop, sweetheart. It’s best if I go home, okay,” I warn her. I know if I stay; drink with her, see that beautiful face of hers as she relentlessly flirts with me the way she always has, that I am going to wake up in her bed. That won’t help anybody out, other than the throbbing dick in my jeans.

I push my hand down to flatten my erection, to stop her from seeing how bad she really is affecting me. Her sexy silky pyjamas are deadly, clinging to her toned body so perfectly I want to peel them off with my teeth.

FUCK! Ant, stop it now.

I pull my arm free from her grip, needing to leave now.

“Come on Ant, just one drink and then you can skedaddle. Just one teeny tiny drinky poos?” She squeezes her finger and thumb together, motioning the small measurement of alcohol I am told I should have.

I give up. I give up because I can’t bear to see her face sad. “Fine, one, only one, then I’m fucking off home.” I slump onto the sofa, the leather cooling my back. I lean my head back on the cushion while Georgia goes off to make me a drink. I rub my hands over my face, trying to collect some semblance of normality. I look to the ceiling, knowing above me, somewhere, Abbi is lying confused, and possibly a little sad at my departure. I wonder if Leigh is with her, if she has told him, if she feels the same.

Ant, stop torturing yourself and get over the girl.

“Here, bottoms up Mario.” Great, so we are back to her little nickname for me. Yes, I am part Italian, yes, I look and sort of sound Italian, but I am not a plumber who wears overalls and jumps down pipes all day. Okay sometimes I am inside pipes, or someone’s in mine.

“Cheers.” She clinks her glass to mine and we both swallow the vodka she has poured. “You always did have a fancy to this shit, didn’t you?” I ask, putting my empty glass on the table. I hate vodka with a passion, why anyone wants to drink something that tastes like paint stripper instead of a nice smooth brandy, I have no idea, and insane is the only explanation to me.

“That’s because, Mario, vodka makes me wild and I know you like me like that too, don’t you?” she asks, sitting as close as she can to me, without sitting on my lap. She is looking at me with those sparkly green eyes, a little glazy, so I wonder how many of these she has drunk before I came down. Pearly white teeth bite that gorgeous plump lip and I have to clench my legs together to stop my cock exploding out of my jeans.

“Georgia.” I warn her again, but she is getting closer to me, sitting with her chest to my arm, her breasts press deliciously to my skin. I can feel the heat of her skin through the beautiful silk.

“Antonio.” She replies again, her lips so close to my neck I can feel her every, hot steamy breath.

I breathe in hard, closing my eyes to force her face out of my eyes, and imagination.

“We can’t,” I tell her, none too convincingly.

“Oh yes, Mario. We really can, hard, fast, deep and
very
wet.” She swings her leg over mine and pushes herself around so she’s straddled on my lap, the sneaky little bitch. “This is happening, baby, because I want it to, and you know me, I always get what I want, don’t I?” she informs me. She has always been so good at wrapping people around her finger. Her father was a big sucker for that, and then there was me, who had fought against her for years as a teenager, just to have her weasel her way in and get my dick anyway,

“No,” I tell her. I really shouldn’t let this happen, but so wrongly, I want it to, I need it to happen.

“Ah-huh.” She nods as she lowers her lips to mine, capturing me in the hottest kiss I have ever had. Her skin fuses to mine, as her tongue pushes through my lips. I can’t stop myself as my tongue shoots forward and attacks hers with a ferocity that has been building for far too long.

Her hands reach up and thread through the back of my hair, entwining it in her grip. I nearly die when she starts grinding her hot pussy against me once again, that goddamn silk in the way. I know, just from the raw heat she possesses, she has no panties on underneath and it drives me insane.

“George,” I moan as I pull away from her. She pushes her face into my neck and begins sucking and nibbling at the skin there, her breath is warming my veins and skin.

I try to stop my hands as they round her body and cup her arse, I really do. But right now my fucking dick is controlling me and there is no stopping that bastard when he takes over.

“We can’t do this here, babe,” I inform her. All I need is Leighton walking in to his best friend fucking his sister, just after said friend fucked his fiancée. I'm sure that’d end marvellously.

“Your room or mine?” she asks, whispering into my ear.

“Yours, sweetheart,” I tell her, lifting her up around her backside, carrying her towards the stairs. I pick the half-drunk bottle of scotch from the worktop as I pass, tucking it in between our bodies. “Which room?” I ask her.

“Opposite wing, master suite.” I climb the stairs with her around me, her pussy warming the hard cock that stands proud and ready between us, the tight denim currently crushing him. I can't wait to pull them the fuck off.

She leans behind her when I get to the door, turning the knob. I push it open and then kick it closed behind me. I turn us and slam her against the wood of it, crushing my mouth to her again. “We do this, we do it my way Georgia,” I command her as I need that right now. It needs to be this way.

“Yes,” she hisses through her teeth, my teeth moving to graze the slender column of her throat. Why a woman’s neck could drive a man insane I’ll never know, I just hope it always does.

I frame her body, pushing my hips to hers to hold her to the door as I clasp either side of the V in her top, pulling hard to pop every single button off the material. They scatter crazily across the floor, the noise penetrating my eardrums. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan out, rolling my eyes as I take in her fantastic form. She has grown into herself a lot more than when I had last seen her this way. Her tits have grown, her hips have become even more curved, her tiny waist pinched in and her big green eyes portray the innocence her body denies her.

I bring my hands up, attempting to cup a breast in each one. I push them together, lowering my head to kiss each one, moving lower to nip each of her nipples. “Ant,” she moans, pushing her groin into me further. I lick up her chest, her neck and to her mouth. I kiss her once and then clamp my teeth down on her lip, tugging it slowly towards me. Her eyes roll back into her skull, my dick hardening more, almost busting the zipper on the front of my jeans.

I cup her arse with my hands again, lifting her slightly and carry her to the perfectly made bed, that won’t last long. I push her down onto the mattress, moving my hands to her waistband as I stand, pulling the silk with me. “Shit.” I struggle to breathe, as I look to her bare shaven pussy, so neat and tight.

I stand to my full height, all six foot six of muscle. I remove my shirt and then my jeans, sighing in relief as I finally allow my dick to breathe. “Wow.” I see her amazement at the size of me. It is a wonder why she wouldn’t remember me; I have to have been the best she’s ever had.

“Yeah, back at you babe,” I tell her, kneeling at her feet and burying my face between her legs. Fucking heaven, that’s what it feels like to inhale that intoxicating scent that only a sweet pussy can possess.

Finally, it has only taken all day to crack him. I had known something was up with him, that he didn’t really want the bitch that was sitting on his lap the entire time, because his eyes were continuously flitting between me and Abbi, Leighton’s fiancée. There is definitely something between the two of them and I wonder, deep down, if my brother even knows they are fucking behind his back.

The sexual tension between them could’ve been cut with a fricking knife. Crazily, his desire for my new sister in law only makes me hotter for him, makes me want to drive him so mad with desire, he forgets all about her. She has a man, a good one at that. It is my chance to find someone, and I want that someone to be my ex-boyfriend-friend-with-benefits, Antonio.

I have had a crush on the guy from as early as I can remember, being a little perv, watching him working out, playing football with my brother and even pleasuring myself one too many times over the thought of him. It wasn’t until I was seventeen, managing to get the guy as drunk as was needed to get him to finally acknowledge me and fuck me into oblivion.

Damn those were awesome times, well until my party pooper brothers ruined it for me. Then mum died and Leighton went on his hunting mission for our father, taking Antonio with him.

“Argghhh, god,” I moan loudly as I feel his strong, wet, hot tongue glide the length of my pussy. “Ant, baby.” I move my hands into his hair, holding onto the flicks hard as I grind up onto him, my clit assaulting his tongue, or the other way around more like.

My back jolts from the bed as his fingers ease themselves inside my slick opening, two of them, I guess, are stretching me so erotically I nearly cum on the spot. “Argghhh, god,” I scream a little loudly. Those two words are quickly becoming the most used in my vocabulary.

“You like that George, you want more?” he asks me, looking at me from between my thighs. “Gosh, you taste so fucking fantastic.” He delves into my pussy again, licking, sucking, biting and spearing me so hard I am nearing orgasm faster than I want. I am sure it will blow me apart at the seams and that’s the furthest from what I want now.

“Ah-huh, I want you in me, NOW!” I pull his hair slightly so he will follow the path I form. His huge frame slides up my body, every muscle gliding amazingly against my taut stomach. His mouth reaches mine and I attack it, sliding my tongue in and duelling with his. I can feel the heat of his dick as it teases my entrance, jutting forward, wanting to slide in.

“This cannot happen again after tonight, okay?” he asks me, looking intently into my eyes. I’ve never forgotten those deep brown eyes of his, like a puppy dog, always capable of getting whatever the fuck they like.

“Of course, now fuck me Ant.” I move my hands around him, holding his firm arse cheeks and then pull him inside of me. It is effortless, sliding perfectly into me. My walls stretch to accommodate his huge size, fitting him like a glove. I know there is no way in hell he is going to fit himself completely inside of me, there is no feasible way to fit a fucking cannon up a vagina.

“Holy hell Georgia, you are so fucking tight. Has no one been in this pussy since me?” he asks me, his words sending glorious shivers through my body, every nerve ending standing proud.

“Nope,” I reply, my breath becoming short and sharp. I haven’t been with anyone other than Ant in my entire life. Maybe it is some fucked up dream of mine, hoping he’d one day forget my brothers stupid macho bullshit and want to be with me again.

“Why? You could have had anyone, fucked anyone you wanted to. Why?” He is sliding slowly inside me, withdrawing torturously slow. It is driving me up and beyond anything I have ever experienced before. I’ve never got myself off anywhere near as hard as I know this is going to be.

“You, it was always you Ant,” I confess as my ecstasy drives me higher, a place where I can’t control what leaves my stupid damn mouth. He won’t want me after this; I am a kid in comparison.

“Baby, this can’t happen. You know your brother. He’d kill me.” He grinds his pelvis down into me, the bones rubbing my clit perfectly. I am close to coming and there’s nothing that can stop it.

“You seem to want it rather a lot right now, baby. Fuck! I’m going to cum,” I cry, tears springing in my eyes as I climb the peak that is imminently going to make me crumble to a big pile of fully fucked-ness.

“Good girl, cum for me.” One of his hands reach up to cup my breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers as he continues to plough into me. The stinging pain of the biting pinch, sending me over the edge into the bright abyss of pleasure that is about to consume my fucking soul.