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I arrive fashionably late to the pyjama party at Nick and Charlie's. It's fine - they didn't expect me to come at all. I didn't expect me to come either. Then I heard Nick's hot older brother David was coming…
I take the sleepwear dress code very seriously. I'm wearing snug blue boxers with sleeping sheep on them, nothing else. I'm cute and twenty-two and feel like causing a little mischief.
I knock at the door, and Charlie answers wearing Where's Wally pyjamas. Cute, bro.
"Is he hiding in your crotch brother? Cuz I love you, but I'm not searching down there." I sass my favourite/only brother.
Charlie rolls his eyes when he sees my 'sleepwear.' "Jeez, Oliver!"
I bat my eyelashes. He can't stay mad at me. No one can. I'm adorable.
I wander into the kitchen and mix myself a drink. I scan the room. There he is. Fuck me, he's hot. He's wearing dark pyjama bottoms and a plain black tee. Both are well fitted to his strong, muscular body. Both are mentally removed by me instantaneously.
I don't feel like waiting for an opportunity to talk, flirt, gauge his response, blah blah. Nah, I feel like experimenting. Playing. I grab a bottle and shout, "Call this a pyjama party? Spin the bottle time! I dare each and every one of you to get stupid with me!"
"Fucking finally!" Says Charlie's friend Darcy. She seems wild, so I've always liked her.
Everyone sits in a circle on the floor. I position myself opposite David. I wink at him as he takes a swig of beer and chokes a little. I'll give you something to choke on David.
"Me first!" I sing-song. I spin the bottle and smack my hand down on it when it points at David. "Whoops, lost my balance there!" I giggle. "David?"
Predictably he declines to kiss me.
"Are you mad?" He scoffs. Mad horny, yes. Good, refuse. Gives me chance to drag you away...
"Nick, Charlie, I refuse to ruin your party with an unfinished round of spin the bottle. You carry on, I'll hold him hostage til I get my kiss or the party finishes.” I shrug. “Rules!"
"You really don't have to kiss him, Oll!" Charlie grimaces.
"Brother." I look him in the eye, "when have you ever seen me admit defeat in parlour games? I am a true sportsman, and I will return victorious!"
"Eww, fine. I know you always have to win. It's probably because I never let you win Mario Kart growing up. I created a monster!"
The others turn back to the game. I drag a protesting David to the guest room and lock the door behind us. I push him against the door before he knows what's hit him. I'm a little taller than David, so I lean my head down to whisper in his ear.
"Better without the audience?"
"Oliver, what are you doing?" He says, calmly. Oh fuck, this isn't working. Not to be cocky or anything but I don't usually have to work for attention. I'm fit. I'm pretty. Boys (and girls) love me. And I'm in nothing but my fucking underwear... How is this not working? What the fuck David?
Fine.
"I'm following the rules of the game like a good boy. Unlike you. "I pout.
"You think you're being a good boy, Oliver, really? Flaunting that body, giving me eyes across the room, rigging the game like that? I don't think that's good boy behaviour, is it?" He growls.
Gotcha.
"If I've been such a bad boy, I'll have to make it up to you won't I, David?" I purr in his ear, pushing myself against him, feeling him harden beneath me. This will be fun.
I bury my face in his neck, sucking and nibbling and inhaling his intoxicating scent. He smells expensive. I know he has some big grown up job and fancy-arse car, so it doesn't surprise me. It makes me harder.
"Don't mark me, Oliver. I'm not a fucking teenager." He bosses. I love it.
I suck harder in defiance, curious how he'll react. He slides his fingers into my hair and tugs me off his neck. It doesn't hurt, but it doesn't not hurt. Yes, please. I bite my lip, drop to my knees and pull him out of his pyjamas. He is hard, and he is big. Heaven.
I take a moment to admire him before teasing his head with my tongue until he quietly grunts for more. I comply. I relax my throat to take as much of his huge cock as I can, digging my fingers into his firm arse cheeks for leverage.
We're interrupted by a rattle of the door handle. Thank fuck I locked it behind us. It's my brother.
"Has David kissed you yet, Oll? Eww, but seriously, come on!"
I pop off and reply "I think he's pretty close." I wink at David, and he scowls down at me, but I see a hint of a smirk on his lips. Charlie leaves, and David starts to fuck into my mouth. It's a little on the rough side, and I am here for it.
"You like that, you cheeky little shit?"
"Mmmhmm," I moan around his cock. Maybe it's the thrill of nearly getting caught, the vibrations of my moan around him or just the fact that I'm fucking good at this, but soon he's coming hot and hard down my throat. I take it all, then pull myself up to standing, licking my lips. He looks just the way I hoped – wrecked. So good. Fun party.
I wink and reach behind him to unlock the door and make my exit when he pulls me in for a long, hard kiss. Fuck me, where did that come from?
"For the game." He mutters before leaving the room. Damn, his kiss makes me dizzy. Wait, do I actually like him? Fuck.
