One Night Stand With My Husband’s Brother

The waiter placed two margaritas on the table, and Chase watched Mackenzie grab her glass and take a shot of the cocktail. She dropped her glass back on the table and glanced sideways at him.

She met his unwavering gaze, and asked, “What?”

He only gave a half smile and raised his own glass to his lips. They were in a private booth in some bar that was good but not really popular like Nightshade. After the uproar taking root in internet right now, the least they can do is avoid paparazzi.

Especially as Chase knew Mackenzie was not in a great mood after seeing the article.

Mackenzie stared at Chase, wondering why he was smiling secretly to himself. She tried to make herself feel annoyed, but all she could really feel, were butterflies. His smiles were something he reserved only for her, and they were heavenly.

Beautiful, even.

And the seating arrangement in this booth was so intimate, that Mackenzie had been trying all along to ignore it by focusing on her fear and the drinks. But even that had nothing on Chase when it came to having her attention.

They had requested for the most private area the bar could provide, and they ended up in some lover’s nest together. The comfortable couch they were sitting on made Mackenzie be in front, with Chase right behind her, reclined comfortably.

All she had to do was lean to the side, and she’d be right in his arms. The thought made her blush bright pink.

It was not helping that his cool, male cologne was all she could breathe in, and his warmth and deep voice caressed her skin like silk. From the moment she had hugged him back in the factory, she could not stop thinking about peeling his shirt off and feeling all that hard, muscled and toned warmth under her hands.

Clearing her throat, she leaned towards the window through which the waiter could place their orders on a counter near it.

“I’d like something stronger, please.” She said.

The waiter’s head popped up at the window, cleaning a cup. “I can get you the drinks menu so you have a variety to choose from.”

Mackenzie shook her head in dissatisfaction. “That won’t be necessary, just get me tequila-”

“You know what happened the last time you had tequila, right?” Chase cut in with a raised eyebrow.

She glanced at him. “No? What happened?”

“Exactly. You don’t even remember.” He said and leaned forward to slam the window shut, blocking out the waiter and the rest of the world. The motion made him press against her, and her body was screaming inside for more contact.

She felt a tugging discomfort between her thighs, and she shifted to ease it a little. But it was not going anywhere. Instead her little squirming rubbed against Chase’s crotch, and he paused, and looked down at her with barely contained desire blooming in his sea blue eyes.

She had no choice but to hold his intense gaze, feeling her breath quicken. The sexual tension between the both of them had finally climbed to the degree where it was sizzling and potent. Mackenzie could not hide it anymore, she knew exactly what his gaze was telling her.

“The last time you had tequila…” Chase said in a voice thick with arousal. “We ended up alone in a dark room. And you told me to strip you naked, and fuck you.”

Mackenzie’s eyes widened, as a flaming blush hit her cheeks. She could not believe what she was hearing, and him saying it so brazenly, without hesitation, made her heated body gravitate further in his direction.

He reached out and placed a thumb on her lips, watching it hungrily. “I was so tempted to just throw you on that bed, and fuck the living daylights out of you, Mackenzie. Like you wanted. Only a shred of willpower kept me from doing that… ”

“W-why?” Mackenzie could not believe she just asked that when she knew she was such a coward, that only when she was drunk could she be open about craving him so bad.

His hand trailed from her lips down to her neck, and moved to the dip in her shirt, right above her cleavage.

“You were dead drunk. You would not remember a thing.” He answered, then met her eyes again. “I want you to remember everything I do to you. Every depraved sexual act I subject your beautiful body to… Fuck, the things I want to do to you, Mackenzie. You’d be scared if you knew.”

Her breath was coming out in shallow breaths of arousal, and her nipples went tart in her clothes, become visible through her silk blouse.

She licked her bottom lip softly, but it was enough to push Chase over the edge. He leaned in and claimed her mouth in a hungry, hard kiss, chasing for that little tongue of hers, hungrily. He fisted her hair in one hand to keep her in place, and his other hand grabbed her waist, pulling her closer against his body.

Her heart was slamming in her chest, her hand flying to hold his shoulder for balance.

He licked her open with his tongue, and went deeply against her mouth like he was starved. He was starved, and she found herself responding with an intensity she never knew she possessed.

Chase’s hand slid from her waist, to her thighs, pushing them apart so his hand slid under her skirt.

She squirmed and held his wrist, not sure if she was pushing his hand away from such an intimate part of her, or telling him to go on. He helped her decide by brushing his fingers over her panties.

She was already sexually starved, incredibly aroused and soaked, so the slightest contact ripped a moan out from her. Something flashed in Chase’s eyes at the sound of it, and he grabbed her thighs and positioned her legs, so one was hooked over his thigh, and the other spread on the couch.

“You like that, don’t you, Mackenzie.” He said to her in a low tone, finding her clit through the wet fabric of her panties, and slowly rubbed on it.

Electric jolts speared through her immediately, and she jerked with a gasp. Chase’s grip on her kept her from going anywhere other than in his arms. He slid his fingers under her panties to touch her directly, and her eyes fluttered close in pleasure.

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She squirmed, lips falling open with every stroke of his expert fingers. Chase eyes darkened further, and he landed a wet smack right on her clit. She let out a cry, legs trembling.

“I…I…yes..” She quivered out.

Chase grabbed her panties completely down her legs, balled it and stuffed it in his pocket. Mackenzie watched him with a flaming face, eyes filled with desire as he popped her shoes off and peeled her blouse away to leave her naked, except from her skirt bunched around her hips.

His gazed raked down her naked body possessively. The bounce of her breasts with any slight movement, and beautiful tart nipples. Her smooth pale skin that flowed down to her curvy legs, which were pressed together to hide the fucking heaven between her legs.

He flipped her over his thighs, and slid his hand between her soft ass cheeks to find her pussy, and he slid two fingers into her from behind.

She arched with a gasp, grabbing his thigh in shock and pleasure as his long fingers dipped further inside her. Her mouth fell open, and she tried to squeeze her thighs together, but he landed a smack on her naked ass, pulled his fingers out .. and back in. Slowly.

He was tormenting her.

“Chase…” She moaned, feeling him increase the pace of his fingers entering her from behind.

He held her ass cheeks apart with one hand while he increased his pace to a very fast rhythm, wet sounds following every thrust. He was biting his bottom lip at the sight of Mackenzie like this, naked, lewd and exposed. His cock was rock hard in his pants, threatening to burst free, but he had to make her cum first.

He had to make her come undone, delirious with pleasure. The sight of that is something he slaved after like a fucking insane man.

Mackenzie threw her head back, moaning nonstop as his fingers threw her into a sudden climax that racked her entire being with the force of an earthquake. Her toes curled and she bent her knee, digging her short nails into his thighs as she came.

Her sexual juices coated his fingers as he slid them out, and hungrily sucked them clean.

She was panting, when he placed her back on the couch. She could barely even see straight after that shattering orgasm she just had after such a long time. The sound of a buckle hitting the floor brought her back to the present, and she turned to see Chase looming over her, completely naked.

The sight sent such a strong jolt through her womb, that she thought she might fall pregnant just from looking at him.

He was…. magnificent.

The lowlight in the room washed smoothly over his tan skin, casting shadows over his broad, manly chest and on the ladders of hard abs that lined his torso. His strong, thick stallion thighs flexed under each movement… and his big veiny hand was stroking his beautiful, veined and fully erect monster of a cock. And it was dripping with pre cum.

Mackenzie felt her mouth dry up.

Her eyes fluttered up to meet his, and she could see all of the naughty intentions threateningly swirling in those blue eyes completely darkened by desire and raw male need.

How long had it been? Because right now, she felt like a virgin again. She was not the most innocent, but compared to him and that dark aura around him, she could be a saint. She was scared, anxious and unbelievably aroused at the gorgeous sight in front of her.

“Come here.” He ordered.

His voice, his words, he got her moving immediately, crawling on the couch till she was right in front of his cock. He grabbed the back of her head and pressed the tip of his cock against her lips. She took it in and sucked the salty fluid off it.

He closed his eyes from the pleasure, but then, pulled his cock away from her soft mouth and moved to recline back into the leather couch. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, making her straddle him, both of her knees spread wide on opposite sides of him, while her small hands held his shoulders for balance.

His cock was right under her pussy, waiting and throbbing to be let in.

Chase cupped her ass, looking straight up at her as he gave one dark order. “Ride me.”

If Mackenzie was not scared earlier, now was a good time to, because his strong hands guided her hips down and moved his cock to the entrance of her pussy. The sheer size of the tip had her shaking. He caressed her naked thigh, while his other hand alternated between cupping her soft ass and grabbing her waist.

She moaned softly at the exquisite feeling, until he rammed all his cock up into her in one go. Her moan turned into a loud cry of surprise and pleasure, which the waiter must have definitely heard from outside.

Chase leaned his head back against the couch and groaned, crushing her tighter against him as he guided her up his cock, and down again, sliding smoothly and so fucking deliciously that he could fucking feel his balls tightening, ready to shoot out their load deep into their womb already.

Just his maddening hunger for her got him ready to cum the moment he stripped her naked.

Mackenzie was going feral, clutching his hair and bouncing up and down his cock, hitting her g-spot with every smooth thrust. He had his face smothered by her bouncing breasts, as he cursed into her soft skin.

“Ah..” She arched, grabbing the couch with one hand and clutching his soft hair. Their pace was increasing so fast, that the leather couch had started to creak, and the small private lounge was permeated with the sounds of her wet flesh slapping down on his balls.

His hands hungrily ran down her waist, as he leaned forward to fucking smother her moans with a punishing, primal kiss. Her entire body danced against his, with strong arms caging her in, without nothing else to do but to ride his throbbing hot cock.

The stimulation peaked, and she trembled, pussy clenching hard as her orgasm hit struck her like lightning. The feeling of her sex canal strangling the life out of his raging cock, was enough to send his release roiling like a volcano eruption.

He let out a deep sound between a curse, growl or groan as he lifted her slightly and pulled his cock out of her, shooting out his warm semen all over her belly and thighs.