ALYSSA {mature content}

We had barely made it through the front door before his lips were on mine once again. My arms were wrapped tightly around his neck while his hands fumbled with the zip at the back of my dress and, when I felt his hands against my skin, it was like he was lighting a fire which had long run out of fuel.

"Bedroom," the word was hoarse against my lips and I was just about able to remove my arms from his neck, stumbling a little as we continued to walk into my apartment, to point at the door opposite the entrance. I was surprised that we were able to get from the door to the bedroom without killing ourselves because of the amount of clothes and rubbish which littered the floor. I had never even realised that it was possible to be as sexually frustrated as I currently was, not until his lips reconnected with my own in an urgency which I was only too happy to reciprocate.

I aided him in sliding his jacket from his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor along with my dress, and I felt my nipples harden as they came into contact with his somewhat bare chest. His hands groped at my ass and he lifted me from the ground, leaving me with no option other than to wrap my legs around his waist, trusting him to guide us towards the bed.

"So beautiful," he placed me on the bed and started down at me from above. His eyes wandered over my body and I didn't miss the lust which was washing over his expression in a matter of seconds.

"I'm waiting," I moved my hands slowly down my body, only stopping when I reached my breasts, taking a nipple between my thumb and finger, rolling it around in an agonisingly slow manner teasing, not only myself, but also Darren as I watched him struggle with his self-restraint.

"Show me how you like it, Alyssa. Show me how you make yourself cum," Darren's voice was hoarse, but still remarkably sexy, and I didn't bother to hide the smirk as I saw just how turned on he was from the simple act of me touching myself. I released my breasts from the lace bra in which they were contained and the cold air hit me like a tonne of bricks, causing my nipples to grow impossibly harder and, when I took them between my thumb and finger again, the sensations went directly to my groin and I don't think there was a dry patch remaining on my underwear.

I wanted to pleasure myself in front of him, mostly because I wanted him to see just what I liked, but I needed him more than anything right now. I knew that, if I was to touch myself, it would only take a matter of seconds for me to reach my release, because I was such a hormonal mess and I was still frustrated from Darren teasing me in the restaurant. I was no stranger to using my fingers, or to even using my battery operated boyfriend, but now that I had the real thing, I wasn't in a position to waste it because I didn't know what I was going to get the chance to have fun like this again.

"Allow me," Darren whispered in my ear as I used my eyes to tell him what my mouth couldn't say. He nibbled gently on the lobe of my ear and pulled my thong off without too much effort, throwing them somewhere into the darkness at the end of the bed. "You are so damn wet, Alyssa."

"Please. Darren," I didn't give a damn that I was begging for this man, and I certainly didn't give a damn about how desperate I sounded right now, because this was the first time in a long time that I had felt pleasure this bloody good. His thumb was applying a pleasurable pain to my clit, my head rolling into my pillows and my back arching off the bed to get closer to his talented fingers, and it was with that that I found my release in an explosion of pleasure which I hadn't been expecting—it was a thousand times better than any orgasm I had ever been able to give myself.

"Tastes good," Darren smirked with his fingers in his mouth, and he seemed more than satisfied with the effect he had had on my body, "I need more."

I didn't see him move off the bed, so much as I felt him move towards the end, his hands resting on both of my thighs, giving him the power which he needed to move them apart and give himself better access to my sex, as he pulled me towards the edge of the bed with my legs over his shoulders and I couldn't prevent the low moan which filled the room around the both of us.

His breath hit my pussy, sending shivers up my spine, and turning me into nothing more than a writhing mess, and he was the one who had all the control over what happened to my body. The pleasure was too much, I wanted to close my legs and he hadn't even touched me, but his grip was preventing me from going anywhere as he began his assault and, when I felt his tongue, I all but forced myself into his mouth and Darren's chuckle sent vibrations against my highly sensitised clit.

"Fuck. You're so tight," Darren muttered but all I could do was thrash around in frustration and cry in satisfaction, his mouth making quick work of my pussy, and it wasn't too long before his mouth was covering my clit, sucking furiously as my hips bucked wildly against him in an attempt to get closer to his tongue. Never before had foreplay felt this amazing and it was taking all my willpower not to come as quickly as I just did, my hands balled into fists at my side, gripping at the sheets around my body, and my body wound with tension to the point that it was almost torturous. "Cum for me, Alyssa."

And it was those words which were my undoing. I came, shamelessly shouting his name, my hips bucking wilding and my entire body squirming as I emptied myself into Darren's mouth, a sound of approval emanating from Darren as his mouth remained firmly attached until I had ridden out my orgasm—I was unable to think of an entire sentence, let alone put a full sentence together and, when a man brings you two orgasms in the space of ten minutes, you know he's good and you know he's a definitely worth keeping.

"So—" a voice ruined the after bliss from the doorway, "I did warn you, Miss Lopez. Dinner with Darren always leads to something in the bedroom."

"What the fuck?" I pulled the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around my body. He had already seen me naked, but that was a mistake, and he sure as hell wasn't going to get the enjoyment of seeing my naked twice because he had decided that he was going to break into my apartment. "How—"

"If you plan on fucking a guy, Alyssa, it's only common sense that you ensure your front door is closed beforehand," I am sure Andrew would have laughed but, given the situation and the compromising position he had just found Darren and myself in, it was good job that he didn't laugh because I didn't find this in the slightest bit amusing.

"You have no fucking right to be here," I didn't feel awkward that he was standing in my bedroom doorway, while I was totally naked and Darren was partially naked, but I also felt extremely uncomfortable because he had allowed himself into my apartment, once again, and he had ruined the only fun I was going to get before I was forced to spend the entire weekend with Andrew in a totally different state.

"Just doing my good deed for the day, and saving an employee from my waste of space half-brother," Andrew shrugged.

"Half-brother?" I looked between the man, who was still sitting at the end of my bed and the man who was standing with his arms across his chest in the doorway of the room, and I couldn't hide the confusion which covered my face. They looked nothing alike, they acted nothing alike, and I was pretty sure I had met the woman who had been fortunate enough to mother Andrew, and she definitely told me that she only had two sons—but, if there was one way to kill the mood, then it was discovering that you were about to sleep with your boss' half-brother.

"Indeed. Our father had a difficult time keeping it in his pants and had no problems with hurting my mother for his own gain," Andrew replied coolly.

"Something, it would seem, runs in the family," I didn't care that I would piss Andrew off, or that he could come back at me with some half-hearted comment, I just wanted to be left alone now so that I had time to digest what I had just been told, and I wanted to sleep so that I was ready for work in the morning without the worry of what had happened this evening.

"Difference being, our father was married to my mother at the time he was conceived, and then our father expected us just to welcome him into the family," I didn't miss the tone of underlying hatred in his comment which was clearly aimed at Darren to make his point.

"Well, now you have successfully stopped me from fucking your brother, I think it's time you were going," I didn't need to know any further problems which existed in Andrew's life, I already knew more than enough, and I definitely didn't need to know about all the ways in which his childhood sucked and how all his faults are a result of some deep, hidden memories of his younger life.

"He would never have spent the night. He would have fucked you and walked out, because that's what Darren does, and it's not possible for him to change," Andrew sighed. He walked into my room and took the seat which he had been sat in just this morning and, for some strange reason, I got the impression that he did actually give a damn about me and that he actually did want to look out for me.

"But, brother, this was nothing. She was the one who demanded I bring her back here and fuck her. I was, for once, prepared to just have dinner with the girl and then bring her back here. But, she was the one who started it, and I was simply finishing it," Darren finally decided that he was going to open his mouth but I sort of wished that he had just remained silent, because he made it sound a whole lot worse than it actually was, and he almost didn't seem to care that I was willing to give him the one thing I hadn't given a male in a very long time—I was using him and, in return, he was using me because he would have walked out of here like it was nothing; I would have been satisfied for a couple of weeks before I needed him again but I would make it work.

"Yeah. What he said. This was all down to me," I muttered in vague agreement.

"Perhaps we can try this again some other night?" I am sure he was only doing it to piss Andrew off and prove that he couldn't dictate my decision, just because he didn't approve of them, or the way in which I was spending my time outside of the office.

"I'll get in touch and let you know. I've got a pretty packed schedule for the next week," I smiled. I wasn't necessarily blowing him off, I did want to see him again, but I had things which needed to be done before I went to Chicago with Andrew, and going on a second night out with Darren wasn't included in those plans—though I wouldn't mind him showing me just how much of an expert he is in the bedroom without Andrew interrupting us before we can get to the good part.

"We might be able to finish what we started here this evening," Darren winked and then walked out of the bedroom.

"I know where you live, Darren. Don't forget that," Andrew shouted after him, to which I had to bite my lip to prevent a chuckle from escaping, because I didn't want him to know that there was a part of me which appreciated him looking out for me, even if he was a total dick to me every other time that he saw me.

"Good job I don't plan on taking us back to my place then, isn't it?" were the last words I heard from Darren before the sound of my front door closing, properly this time, informed me that it was just Andrew and I left in the apartment now. I wanted to ignore him, and I thought that in pulling the blanket as high as it would go and sinking into my pillows, that he would get the message and leave me the hell alone.

But, since he was Andrew, he, of course, didn't get the message and assumed that I would actually want him to stay with me. I felt the bed dip down behind me when he sat down and then I felt has hand on my exposed shoulder, almost as though he was trying to be nice and make up for the dick he had just been where his brother was concerned.

"I met your mother earlier. Well, at least I think it was your mother, either that she just has the misfortune of sharing your surname," I joked when I realised that he wasn't going anywhere.

"She does live on the ground floor of this place. So it's entirely possible that you did meet her," Andrew chuckled.

"How did she end up living in a place like this? I thought your entire family was made of money and could afford to live in seven bedroom apartments in the middle of the city," I quickly accepted that he wasn't going to go anywhere, so I may as well make the best of the situation, and just hope that he was willing to open up some more to me and tell me some more about his life—I may not have wanted to know about all his problems, but that didn't mean that I didn't want to know more about the man who both infuriated and intrigued me at the same time.

"She does have the money, but it all belonged to my father, and she wanted nothing to do with him after she found out about his infidelities. When I was younger, we lived in a three-bed apartment just round the corner from here and I shared with Ben, until Ben moved out when he was sixteen and I moved out when I was seventeen, and then my mother moved into this place with my sister," Andrew replied quietly. His finger was drawing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder and it was actually doing wonders in helping me drift off to sleep.

"She told me that the only company she has these days is that of your sister and niece. How come you and Ben don't bother visiting her anymore?" I was overly nosey when I wanted to be and this was one of those moments where I wanted to know more than I was entitled to know, but his mother had been the one to tell me that neither of her sons visited her anymore, and I simply wanted to know Andrew's reasons for not spending time with his mother—he was lucky that he could still his and spend time with her, I couldn't do either of those things because my mother was on the other side of the world and in a totally different time zone.

"I guess I just couldn't bring myself to see after the way our last encounter ended but I can't answer for Ben and his reasons for not seeing our mother. But, if you wanted to, we could go and see her now?" I found myself rolling over and looking into his eyes, as though looking to find some hint that he was lying and that he didn't want to spend time with me in the same place as his mother, but instead I was met with the faint smile which he had somehow managed to find.

"I don't understand you, Andrew Collins," I sighed with my hands on the top of the covers, "I mean, you act like an ass and you treat me like shit, as well telling me what to do like my own father would, but you almost seem to care at the same time and actually want to keep me safe from something."

"Darren may seem like a sweet guy and he sure as hell knows how to please the ladies, I've caught him more than enough times to be able to tell you that one, but that's the only thing which he can do. Because, once he has what he wants, he will never want to see you again and, if he does want to see you, he will use the fact you slept against you so that he can hurt you," Andrew sighed and there was something I had never heard before in his tone, there was an underlying element of care and protection, and it surprised me that he was willing to go to any extent to make sure that I stayed the hell away from his brother, "I don't want you to become another one of his personal jokes, Alyssa. I don't want to see him hurt you for his own amusement."

"Why do you care so much? Yesterday you were telling me that you would never fuck me and now you are trying to protect me from your own brother."

"Trying to protect you from a member of the male species who deserves to have his dick chopped off, just because I don't want to see you hurt by him, doesn't mean I want to fuck you, Alyssa. I just don't want to see you broken by my brother, especially after the pain you've already had to endure at the hands of selfish male," I did have to consider what he was saying, and that meant I needed to stop being a stubborn bitch, because he was genuinely trying to protect me and save me from the same hurt which I had already been through with Dean.

I had wanted to prove a point, but I don't even know what point I wanted to prove, I think I just wanted to show Andrew that he didn't have the power to control me and that he couldn't tell me what to do as though I was his child. I also wanted to piss Andrew off and I wanted to have fun with my life for a change, but being childish about the entire thing was only going to get me hurt in the end, and then I will have proved nothing other than that I don't know how to look after myself.

"Look, I won't sleep with him, but I am still going to go out with him. I don't have any friends, so it would be nice to do something other than sitting inside this apartment all the time," I replied.

"If you can become friend with Darren, infamous womanizer and renowned bringer of orgasms in the bedroom, then you shall be a better woman than all others who have tried to achieve that status in their relationship with my brother," Andrew laughed and, for the first time in the last two days, I managed to genuinely smile back at him.

"I do believe you offered to introduce me to your mother. So, is that going to happen, or are we just going to sit in my bedroom for the rest of the night?"

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