The living room was a cacophony of activity. Our nieces squabbled over dolls, while the nephews turned the sofa into a foam dart battlefield. Daniel, my husband, reclined on the other sofa, laughing with his brothers over exaggerated childhood tales.
I nestled into an armchair, phone in hand, a quiet observer amid the chaos. The screen’s glow offered a calm reprieve. No one noticed the quiet woman in the corner, not even the kids, too engrossed in their games.
Opening Lush, I felt the familiar thrill. The first part of my latest story, A New Year’s Feast, had gone live earlier that day. Comments flooded in, each one a validation of my work.
“Brilliant story, love the twist, please let there be more!” one said. Others echoed the sentiment.
Daniel’s teasing voice broke through. “Everything okay over there?”
I glanced up to find his playful smile. “Mm-hmm,” I replied, grinning. “Just checking on something.”
“Your readers enjoying their feast?” he whispered, his tone conspiratorial. I nodded, my grin widening. He chuckled and turned back to his brothers, sending a wink my way. He often teased me about how excited I got by the comments but knowing people had enjoyed my work, that it had turned them on and even made them cum was a heady, powerful feeling.
The notifications continued. I was immersed, savouring the connection with my readers, when one comment stood out:
“When is part two? I’m starving over here.”
It was from Will.I.Fuck, a regular reader whose cheeky appreciation always made me laugh. My reply was quick: “Part two is coming soon. Glad you’re hungry.” I liked Will.I.Fuck, we had chatted a lot, and done some very steamy roleplays, one I was planning on turning into a story at some point.
Seconds later, a message popped up in my inbox, it was Will.I.Fuck.
“This is one of my favourites. Can’t wait to see how you finish it off.”
I grinned, replying quickly.
“What’s your favourite part so far?”
His response came immediately:
“I loved the bit he realised he had made a mistake. Just picturing his face as he realised that wasn’t his wife he had just made orgasm from under the table. Chef’s kiss”
My cheeks burned, but my grin widened. This was what I loved, the thrill of creating something that could elicit such visceral reactions. Our banter flowed easily, teasing, playful, and just a little dirty for the next few minutes.
Then his next message froze me.
“I love your blue dress, by the way.”
My heart pounded. My blue dress, the one I was wearing right now. I scanned the room frantically. The kids played noisily, Daniel and two of his brothers deep in conversation. And then I saw him.
Will. Leaning against the doorway, phone in hand, a smirk on his face. Daniel’s youngest brother. His confident posture, knowing expression and the phone in his hand left no doubt.
I typed a single word: “WILL?!”
He didn’t move, but his smirk widened. With a deliberate wink, he turned toward the kitchen, as he typed. My cheeks burned as my phone buzzed again.
“Surprised?. Part two better live up to the first.”
I clutched my phone, my thoughts racing. How long had he known? How could I face Daniel’s family if they found out?
I followed him to the hallway, anger bubbling over. “What the hell, Will? How long have you known?”
He shrugged, his smirk infuriating. “Since that cruise story. Right after you got back from a Cruise too. I wasn’t sure but your reaction to my message just confirmed it.”
I groaned, frustration simmering. “Unbelievable. You initiated that roleplay after reading the story,” I said, my voice sharp but hushed. “You thought it was me, and you still did it! You knew! What the hell is wrong with you?”
He chuckled, the sound low and infuriatingly amused. “Well, yeah. Thinking it was you made it very… hot.”
I let out a frustrated noise, half growl, half groan, and he only laughed harder.
“You’re an ass,” I snapped, my voice still a fierce whisper.
“Oh, don’t be like that.” His eyes sparkled with a teasing glint that only made me angrier. “You had fun, didn’t you?”
I stared at him, my mind spinning between fury and embarrassment. The worst part? He wasn’t wrong. I had enjoyed it.
But that didn’t mean I was going to admit it.
“You’re impossible,” I muttered, crossing my arms as I glared at him.
“And you’re blushing,” he teased. I stormed off before I could respond, my emotions a tangled mess.
As the evening wore on, I struggled to focus. The kids settled, the adults chatted, but my mind was elsewhere. I needed to talk to Daniel.
When Daniel stepped into the kitchen for another beer, I followed, closing the door behind me. “Daniel,” I said sharply, trying to steady my frustration.
He turned, eyebrows raised. “What’s up?”
“Will knows about my writing,” I blurted. “He’s Will.I.Fuck. He’s read my stories, commented on them, and even roleplayed with me.”
Daniel blinked, then burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Will? My brother?” he gasped. “That’s hilarious.”
“This isn’t funny!” I snapped, heat rising to my cheeks.
“Oh, it is,” he said, grinning. “Will.I.Fuck? Perfect.”
“He knew it was me and played along,” I insisted, crossing my arms.
Daniel leaned back against the counter, his grin growing with every passing second. “You know,” he said, his tone maddeningly casual, “this whole thing feels like one of your stories.”
I snapped my head up, fixing him with a glare that could have melted steel. “Oh, does it?” I asked, sarcasm dripping from my voice. “If this were one of my stories, Will and I would end up actually fucking. How’s that for a plot twist?”
I expected my bluntness to stun him into silence, to wipe that infuriating smirk off his face. Instead, I saw something flicker in his eyes, a flash of curiosity, intrigue.
My stomach dropped. “Oh my God,” I breathed, horrified. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
Daniel gave a dirty chuckle, sending a ripple of irritation through me. He took another slow sip of his beer, his expression almost thoughtful as he nodded. “Maybe a little.”
My jaw dropped. “Daniel!”
“What?” he said, laughing now. “You’re the one who brought it up. I’m just… following the logic.”
“There is no logic!” I snapped, my cheeks heating furiously. “This is your brother we’re talking about!”
“And?” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “It’s not like you two haven’t already, you know, in your own way.”
I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re blushing,” he pointed out, his tone infuriatingly light and teasing.
I stomped off again. This fucking Family! Daniel using the same line as Will, was maddeningly irritating. Made even worse by the fact I knew I was blushing, I was used to being confident and dirty online but I was a lot more demure in person.
Later, after dinner, Daniel’s mum announced the wine was gone.
The family’s reaction was instant, a chorus of groans and exclamations of disbelief that made me stifle a laugh. They drank like fish, and the thought of finishing the evening without more alcohol clearly didn’t sit well with them.
“I can go,” I said, rising to my feet. “I haven’t been drinking, so I can drive. Just tell me where the nearest shop is.”
Daniel turned to me, his expression far too innocent to be genuine. “Oh, someone can go with you and show you the way,” he said quickly. “I’d do it, but…” He trailed off, dramatically pressing a hand to his chest. “I just agreed to put my lovely nieces and nephews to bed.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, immediately suspicious. Then he gave me a wink so exaggerated it could probably be seen from orbit, though it was clearly aimed directly at me.
“Hey, Will!” he called out, his voice carrying over the noise of the room. “You wanna ride with Katie?”
Flushing, I hurried outside before people could see. Will joined me moments later, sliding into the passenger seat with his signature smirk.
As we left the driveway, the car was heavy with silence, though Will’s gaze burned into me. It wasn’t long before he spoke, his teasing tone breaking the quiet.
“So,” he drawled, “are you going to accidentally play some erotica? Like in that other story of yours?”
My grip tightened on the wheel. “Very funny, this is not one of my stories.” I replied, my tone clipped.
Will chuckled. “It not yet a story, but I’m sure you’ll write it soon enough.”
I glanced at him, narrowing my gaze. “As if I’d ever publish this.”
His smirk widened. “True, it’s not sexy enough yet.”
Despite myself, I laughed, the absurdity of his confidence disarming me. I grinned and without much thought, I pulled the car into a quiet layby and parked.
Turning to him, I challenged, “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Will blinked, his bravado faltering. “What?” he stammered, visibly flustered. His reaction sent me into a fit of laughter.
“You should see your face!” I gasped, tears of mirth pricking my eyes.
“You’re evil,” he muttered, though his grin returned.
I started the car again, the tension between us melting into easy humour.
For the rest of the drive, I couldn’t stop smiling. I felt victorious having knocked his confidence, it felt better than it should have.
And yet, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of disappointment. Just a flicker, at the thought of what might have happened if he’d risen to the challenge. I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the road ahead and the grin that still tugged at my lips.
By the time we reached the off-licence, the earlier charge had softened. We moved through the aisles in near silence, grabbing bottles and avoiding lingering glances.
On the return drive, Will broke the silence. “That layby is coming up,” he remarked casually, though his tone carried an edge.
I smirked. “Oh? Want to stutter at me some more?”
Will smirked, but instead of answering, he shifted in his seat. I heard the unmistakable sound of a zip being undone. My eyes flicked toward him, and my breath caught as he pulled out his cock, already rock hard, his hand wrapping around it as he turned to face me.
“No,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I want to fuck you.”
My eyes went wide, and my heart was hammering in my chest. He was big, thick and I could see the veins bulging from it. I opened her mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out.
Without thinking, without even realising I was doing it, I turned the wheel sharply, pulling the car back into the layby. The tyres crunched on the gravel as they came to a stop, the sudden quiet of the engine amplifying the tension that crackled between us.
I sat there for a moment, gripping the wheel tightly, my mind racing. I could feel the heat radiating off my skin, a mixture of shock and arousal.
My chest rose and fell as I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The rational part of my mind screamed at me to stop, to think this through, but another part. The part that wrote my stories, whispered a very different suggestion.
I reached out, and my hand wrapped around his shaft, tightening slightly and then stroking him with deliberate slowness as his groans filled the car. His head lolled back against the seat, eyes closed. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, or how much it was turning me on.
“Fuuuuck,” Will groaned, his voice low and strained, sending a thrill straight through me.
My mind raced, though not just about what was happening in the moment. I thought about Daniel. His maddening wink, his teasing smirk. Had he meant for this to happen? Had he really been serious earlier? Or was he just joking, never imagining I’d actually…
My thoughts fractured as Will let out another groan, his hips shifting slightly under my touch. Without stopping, I reached for my phone with my free hand, the screen lighting up as I swiped to call Daniel.
Will cracked one eye open, his brow furrowing with curiosity. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice rough.
“Just… hold still,” I murmured, my hand never breaking its rhythm as I put the phone to my ear.
Daniel answered on the second ring, his voice cheerful. “Hey, love, what’s up?”
I hesitated for only a moment. “Were you serious?” I asked, my voice quiet but firm.
“About what?” he asked, the sound of clinking glasses in the background.
I licked my lips, trying to steady my breath as my hand continued its slow, deliberate strokes along his brother’s cock. “About finding it hot if I fucked Will.”
There was a pause on the other end, followed by a low, surprised laugh. “Oooh, shit. Really? Fuck, he’s there, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” I admitted, my cheeks burning as Will’s eyes met mine, full of curiosity. “We… erm, may have started a bit.”
Daniel let out a breath, a mix of disbelief and arousal colouring his tone. “Alright,” he said finally, his voice quieter now. “Film it.”
I froze, my hand stilling briefly. “What?”
“You heard me,” Daniel said, his tone playful but firm. “Film it. I want to watch. And don’t pretend you don’t want to. I can hear it in your voice, you’re past the point of no return, aren’t you?”
I glanced at Will, who was watching me with a smirk, clearly amused by this end of the conversation. I swallowed hard. “Fine,” I said, my heart beating in my throat. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” Daniel replied, the warmth in his voice unmistakable. “Have fun. I’ll tell everyone you had a bit of car trouble, but don’t be too long.”
“Well,” he said, his voice thick with amusement, “looks like you’ve got the green light.”
I let go of Will, my hand leaving his hard length as I slid my phone into the car’s phone holder, I turned on the camera, my finger hesitating briefly before pressing record. The small light blinked on, and I exhaled a shaky breath.
While I set it up, Will wasted no time. The sound of rustling fabric drew my attention, and when I turned to look, he was already undressing. His shirt hit the floor first, revealing a well-toned torso, the kind you wouldn’t expect from someone so effortlessly casual.
“Not bad,” I said, my voice steady despite the wild pounding of my heart.
He smirked, his confidence clear, but there was a flicker of pride in his expression at my words. The dim light from the street lamps filtered through the car windows, casting shadows that danced across his chest and shoulders, highlighting the lean lines of his muscles.
My breath hitched as I reached for the hem of my dress, lifting it slowly, deliberately. His eyes were locked on me now, his movements slowing as he kicked off his shoes and unzipped his trousers. I let the fabric slip over my head, leaving me in just my bra and pants, feeling both vulnerable and thrillingly exposed under his gaze, and the watchful eye of the camera.
Will’s hand drifted down, gripping himself lightly, his slow strokes mirroring the steady rise and fall of his chest. His eyes burned with hunger as I reached behind me to unhook my bra, letting it fall away and revealing my chest to him.
“Fuck, Katie,” he murmured, his voice rough with arousal. As his eyes locked hungrily onto my nipples.
I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my panties, sliding them down slowly, inch by inch, until I sat bare before him, the cool air of the car brushing against my skin.
Will’s eyes roamed over me, taking in every curve and shadow. His hand moved faster now, his breath hitching as he stared, completely captivated.
This wasn’t like any story I’d ever written. This was real, and the thrill of it made my whole body hum.
I leaned back against the seat, my body stretched out, exposed and unapologetic. “Well,” I said, my voice low, carrying an edge of challenge. “Is this what you had in mind?”
Will’s lips parted, and he let out a breathless laugh, the sound thick with heat. “Better,” he murmured, his voice gravelly and raw.
“Are you nervous?” I asked softly.
His hand stilled briefly, his gaze meeting mine. “You make it hard to think straight,” he admitted, his tone surprisingly honest.
That caught me off guard, and a small laugh escaped my lips, easing the weight of the moment. “You’re not exactly making it easy on me, either,” I replied, letting the edges of a smile tug at my mouth.
Will leaned in, his movements hesitant at first, as though he wasn’t entirely sure I’d let him close the distance. My heart raced as his breath ghosted over my lips, his nervous energy mirroring my own. When our mouths finally met, the kiss was tentative, testing, a slow exploration of boundaries neither of us had expected to cross.
For a moment, it felt almost awkward, the kind of kiss born of too much anticipation. But as his hand brushed lightly against my waist, something shifted. The nervous tension melted away, replaced by more urgent, hungry, and I found myself responding in kind.
My hands slid up his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palms as I traced the hard lines of his body. His skin was warm, and as I moved upward, my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He groaned against my lips, his hands moving from my waist to my back, his fingers pressing into my skin as though he needed to feel every inch of me.
It wasn’t romantic, this was something raw, untamed. There was no pretense, no softness, just the overwhelming pull of need. His lips moved against mine with a ferocity that made my head spin, his stubble grazing my skin in a way that sent shivers racing down my spine.
His hands began to explore, sliding over my hips and thighs, his touch growing bolder with every passing second. My own hands roamed freely now, tracing the curve of his shoulders and the contours of his chest. Every inch of him felt solid, warm, and the way he reacted to my touch only fueled my own desire.
Our kiss broke as Will’s hand slid between my legs,…
