EroticReverie

Alessandra Anderson

What the fuck did he mean he thought about that night all the time? He hasn't said a god damn word about it to me until just now. Didn't bother to text, or call, or ever even speak of it. Pretended like it didnt happen. Sure, I could have brought it up too, but I wasnt the one that just came out of a five year marriage. I thought maybe I was a fucking rebound, a one off, a one and fucking done. 

All I needed to do ws get through tonight. Everyone else would be arriving tomorrow. Then, for the rest of the week, I'd have other people as  buffer between myself and Brian. It was easier to distract myself from constantly day dreaming about fucking him again, when other people were around to distract me. 

I knew he was outside. I'd purposely gone out there naked. I'd planned on pretending on not even seeing him, just getting in the sitting pool for awhile, and pretending to relax while being all wound up and fucking frenzied , like I have been since he showed up at the door to the honeymoon cottage earlier. 

I take the towel off, and throw on a loose oversized shirt. Ready to just crawl into bed and force myself to sleep, when I jump at the sound of the door being pounded. The bungalow im in, is set up, with a small sitting area, with a large white couch and a telelvision. Then there's a small kitchen and dining nook at the back of the open concept. Then past the walls, is the small bedroom, that mostly just the giant bed and a small closet and a bathroom. 

I know it's him. I walk over and unlock the door and open it a sliver.

"What?" I ask. Looking up at him. He's shirtless, wearing slippers, and thin jersey knit sleep pants. His dark brown hair is a mess.

"Don't you fucking what me...open the door." He says and I jerk back at his tone.

"No. I'm going to bed." I say. 

"We need to talk." He growls. I narrow my eyes at him.

"No. We don't, goodnight Beckham." I say and shut the door. 

"I will break this fucking door off the hinges Aly." 

"Kind of dramatic since it's still unlocked , idiot." I yell through the door. 

He turns the knob, I step back, and he pushes the door open. 

I stand there, in just my t shirts, his eyes fall down to my legs, back up them. To my face.

"What do you want?" I ask and cross my arms, jutting out my hip. Trying real fucking hard to act like I don't want him to maul me and screw me like he did two years ago. 

"Why did you fucking run off the next morning?" He asks and I just stand there blinking. 

"What?" I ask, my arms dropping and he lifts both hands to the door frame, not coming in, like he's some fucking vampire that needs to be invited in before crossing the threshold. Good. Let him stay there. Im not sure I can handle what happens if he comes in. 

"You left before I got up. Why?" He asks and I just blink, my mouth opening and shutting. 

"Did you regret it?" he asks. 

"What?" I ask.. Because apparently that's all I've got as far as words. 

"Did you regret hooking up with me?" He asks. 

I shake my head. "no" I say softly. 

"Did I do something wrong?" He asks. 

"What? No." I say and shake my head. 

"You never brought it up afterwards." He says.

I huff. "Neither did you!" 

"Well im bringing it up now." He says, his jaw ticking slightly. 

"Now? NOW? TWO YEARS LATER?" I ask as I throw my hands in the air. 

"I want to know what happened that night." He says. 

"What the fuck do you mean?! You were there! and you werent THAT fucking drunk." I say raising my voice. Was he seriously about to pull the I was too drunk to remember? I'd fucking smack him. 

"Were you mad at me? Is that why you left? Did you think I took advantage of you?" He asks.

"What?!" I ask. "No!" 

"Then tell me why the fuck you were gone when I woke up." He says, and his hands grips the doorway. 

"Because!" I yell. 

"that's not an answer." he says through his teeth.

"I just assumed it's what you wanted! you were...i don't know....you were just divorced....and...i know I was just probably a rebound or something, and i didnt want you to feel like you had to-"

"a rebound?" He asks. His tone is...well...for lack of a better word. Pissed. 

I shrug.

"You think i'd rebound...with YOU? You think I'd fucking use you as a fucking rebound?" he asks. His nostrils flaring. 

"Fuck you Beckham, it's not like you fucking called me the next day, or EVER... so YES. I thought I was a fucking rebound. A good time. A drunken mistake." I say and cross my arms. 

"You're the one that fucking snuck out. I assumed you regretted it. Didn't want to talk about it. So I didnt fucking bring it up. But you werent a fucking rebound Alessandra."

"No, im just your best friends little sister, that you fucked when we were both drunk. Dont act like you planned on it, or wanted it before that night. I was a fucking rebound. A quick fuck. Thats why I left. I know im nothing to you, not like....like that. So why stay? To make it complicated? To have you awkwardly apologize to me or try to politely get me out of your hotel room?" I ask, waving my hands around. 

He takes a step in, I take  step back. 

"No, don't come in here." I say. He pauses. 

"Then get over here." he says. I shake my head. 

He inhales deeply, and exhales loudly. Licks his lips and steps his foot back outside. I swallow hard. 

"You're right. I didn't plan on it before that night. I would never fuck you as a rebound. I fucked you because I wanted you.....no.....because I HAD to. I had to fucking have you." He growls and I lick my lips. I step back further. Needing to fucking get away from him. 

"Quit moving away from me. Come here." he says and I shake my head. 

"I wanted you there when I woke up. I would never take YOU back to my hotel room, and expect you to fucking be gone when I woke up. If I wanted a rebound, I wouldnt have chosen my best friends little sister for one." He says and I don't speak. I just stand there. 

"Something just...fucking clicked that night." He says. "You've always been Alexander's little sister....you were like a sister to me....then....just suddenly...you weren't little at all....as if that little comment about you not wearing any panties flipped a fucking switch....all at once it hit me, how god damn sexy you were...how i didnt have to pretend you werent fucking gorgeous anymore....because you werent a fucking girl anymore...."

"And i've been thinking about that night, every fucking night since. I had to have you that night. So I did. I had you. And it was the best fucking night of my life. And I want more of you." He says and I suck in a breath. 

"just...sex?" I ask. 

"Anything you'll let me have. I want it." He says and I swallow.

"What does that even mean?" I ask breathlessly. 

"Invite me in." He says. 

I shake my head. 

"God damnit Aly" he growls and then pushes in through the door and charges right over, and I yelp, backing up and then he's grabbing me, pulling me to him. 

"Brian!" I yelp as he grabs my ass and lifts me off my feet and my legs wrap around him. 

"what are you....no....this is a bad idea" I pant as he carries me the few steps the the open bedroom and right to the bed. He lays me down, hovering over me. My legs falling from around him. Im breathless as I look up at him. 

"I want to fuck you Aly." he says quietly and I whimper.

He looks down, I watch his face as his eyes go to my nipples poking through my sleep shirt, to my hips that are bared, along with my pussy, the shirt around my waist, his one hand lowers to my hip. 

"I need to have you. And i don't mean just for tonight...I dont mean i want you gone in the fucking morning....i mean...i want to have you...i like you.....i know you....you know me....and....i think....you still like me?" he asks and Im fucking nodding as he looks up for confirmation. A small smile on his lips. 

"We couldve had this conversation that morning if you hadnt run off" he says and I narrow my eyes at him.  He smirks slightly, and  leans down. I lick my lips and he hums, licking his. 

"You better not be dating anyone." He says. 

My brows pinch. "and if i am?" 

"then they can fuck right off. Because im dating you now. Just me." he says and I suck in a breath. 

"kind of bold of you to assume i want -"

"dont be a brat, just fucking agree." he says and grabs my hip harder and then drops his hips and grinds his hard cock against my pussy though his sleep pants. I moan and my back arches. 

"You want to date this fucking dick Aly?" he groans and grinds into me again and I curse softly, nodding as I bite my lips together. 

"we.......should....keep it a secret....for now.....i don't want...mmmm" I moan as he grinds harder into me. "fuck" i whimper, losing my train of thought. 

"We'll keep things quiet for now." He agrees, because we needed to, at LEAST until after this week, until after the wedding. I wouldnt steal the show with telling my best friend a week before her wedding. "OH BY THE WAY, IM BANGING YOUR BROTHER".  And, I didnt want my brother to cause a scene when he found out his best friend was banging his little sister. Or "Dating". 

"how often did you think about that night?" He asks as he shifts off me. Pushing down his pants. My eyes drop and I whimper at the sight of his cock. God, I missed that thing. Real bad. 

"all the time" I whine as I writhe and pull him right back over me after he removes his pants.

"Take this fuckin shirt off so i can see you" he groans and pushes it up with one hand, I grab the hem, arching my back as I pull it up and off. He groans and dips down, kissing my chest. His warm breath huffing against my skin as his scruff scratches my flesh and I whimper. He places a kiss on one nipple, then the other, then moves his head up and kisses my collar bone, my neck, one of his hands sliding behind my head, the other braced on the bed, as he rocks his hips, his cock pushing against my pussy, till he feels himself lined up. I whimper, my feet leaving the bed, as I bend my legs at the knee, but keep my legs spread, my hands going to his hips. 

"i cant wait to fucking feel you" he whispers in my ear. 

I clutch his ass, digging my nails in impatiently, and I pull Brian Beckham into me.