The temptation of my brother-in-law-Chapter 141 - one hundred and forty one
Chapter one hundred and forty one
Alicia’s POV
Malachi’s lips met mine in the dim light of the office, and everything else faded away. The kiss was soft at first, like he was testing the waters, but then it deepened, his tongue brushing against mine in a way that sent sparks through my body. My butt was pressed against the edge of the wooden table, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat building between us. We were alone in here, but the building wasn’t empty. Voices murmured from the hallway, footsteps echoing now and then. We had to be careful, quiet. But God, it was hard to think straight with him so close.
His hands rested on my hips, gentle, like he was afraid I might break. I’m soft, curvy in all the places that make me self-conscious sometimes, but with Malachi, it felt different. He pulled back just a little, his breath warm on my cheek. "You okay?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Does this hurt? The table, I mean."
I shook my head, my heart pounding. "No, it’s fine." But really, the pressure against my butt was nothing compared to the electric buzz where his fingers touched my skin through my blouse.
He smiled, that slow, teasing grin that always made my stomach flip. His thumbs traced circles on my sides, light as feathers, sending tingles up my spine. "Good. Tell me if I should stop, Alicia. Anytime." His eyes locked on mine, dark and intense, like he meant every word. But then he leaned in again, kissing my neck, soft pecks that made my skin prickle.
I tilted my head back, giving him more access. His lips were so gentle, barely grazing at first, then sucking lightly on my pulse point. It felt like tiny shocks, each one building on the last. My hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer. "Don’t stop," I breathed, trying to keep my voice down.
He chuckled against my skin, the vibration humming through me. "Oh, I won’t. But I might make you beg for more." His hands slid up my back, under my blouse, fingers splaying across my bare skin. So soft, like he was memorizing every curve. He found the clasp of my bra and paused, his mouth hovering over my ear. "This okay? Can I?"
"Yes," I whispered, my body already aching for him. He unhooked it with ease, but instead of rushing, he let his hands wander back down, teasing the hem of my skirt. His fingers brushed the tops of my thighs, just under the fabric, light touches that made me squirm. Electric, like static electricity jumping from him to me.
"You’re so soft here," he murmured, his voice dirty and low. "Like silk. Makes me want to touch you everywhere." He inched higher, fingers grazing my inner thighs, so close but not quite there. I pressed my legs together, trying to ease the throb building between them, but he nudged them apart gently with his knee. "Uh-uh. Let me tease you a bit. You like that, don’t you?"
I nodded, biting my lip to stifle a moan. His touch was maddening, circling higher, brushing the edge of my panties. He hooked a finger under the lace, tugging lightly, but not pulling them down. "So wet already," he said, his breath hot on my neck. "I can feel it through the fabric. Does that embarrass you, baby? Or does it turn you on?"
"Both," I admitted, my voice shaky. He laughed softly, rewarding me with a firmer stroke, his thumb pressing against my clit through the thin material. The jolt was intense, like a spark igniting fire. I gasped, and he covered my mouth with his, kissing me deep to muffle the sound.
"Shh," he whispered into the kiss. "We don’t want anyone walking in, do we? Though... that might be fun." His free hand cupped my breast through my blouse, thumb circling my nipple until it peaked. He pinched it gently, rolling it between his fingers. "Does this hurt? Too much?"
"No," I managed, arching into his touch. It was perfect, electric waves radiating from my chest down to my core. He unbuttoned my blouse slowly, one button at a time, his eyes never leaving mine. Each pop exposed more skin, and he kissed the newly bared spots—my collarbone, the swell of my breast. Soft, reverent kisses that made me feel cherished and desired all at once.
When my blouse hung open, he pushed my bra straps down, exposing me. The cool office air hit my skin, making my nipples tighten further. He stared for a moment, his gaze hungry. "God, you’re beautiful. So full, so soft." He leaned down, taking one nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. His tongue swirled around it, light flicks that sent shocks straight between my legs. I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him there, but he pulled back with a pop, grinning. "Not yet. I want to hear you say please."
"Please," I whispered without hesitation. He teased the other nipple with his fingers, pinching just enough to make me whimper. "Malachi..."
"That’s my girl." He kissed down my stomach, dropping to his knees in front of me. My butt was still against the table, supporting me as he lifted my skirt. His hands were so careful, sliding up my thighs, spreading them wider. He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then another, inching closer. Each touch was electric, like his lips were charged. "Tell me if it’s too much," he said, looking up at me. "If I should stop."
"Don’t stop," I begged, my voice barely audible. He hooked his fingers in my panties and slid them down slowly, teasingly, exposing me inch by inch. The fabric dragged against my skin, heightening every sensation. When they pooled at my ankles, he lifted one foot, then the other, tossing them aside.
"Look at you," he murmured, his breath ghosting over my core. "So pretty and wet for me." He leaned in, but instead of diving right in, he kissed around it—my thighs, the crease where leg met hip. Teasing kisses, light and fleeting. I bucked my hips, seeking more, but he held me steady with gentle hands on my thighs. "Patience, Alicia. Let me savor this."
His tongue finally flicked out, just the tip brushing my clit. The shock was immediate, a burst of pleasure that made my knees weak. He did it again, slower, circling lazily. "Taste so good," he said between licks. "Sweet, like honey." He sucked gently, then pulled back, blowing cool air that made me shiver. "Does that feel good? Or should I go harder?"
"Harder," I whispered, gripping the table edge. He obliged, his tongue pressing firmer, lapping at me in long strokes. Electric pulses shot through me with each pass. His fingers joined in, one sliding inside me slowly, curling to hit that spot. He added another, pumping gently, so careful not to hurt.
"You’re so tight," he groaned against me. "Gripping my fingers like you don’t want to let go." He teased me with his words as much as his touch, describing everything in that dirty whisper. "Imagine my cock here instead. Would you like that? Me filling you up right on this table?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"Yes," I moaned, too loud. He shushed me with a finger to his lips, then dove back in, sucking my clit while his fingers thrust deeper. The build was intense, every nerve on fire. But just as I neared the edge, he slowed, pulling back with a wicked smile.
"Not yet," he said, standing up. He kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips. His hands roamed my body, soft caresses over my breasts, my hips, my ass. He squeezed gently, pulling me against him so I could feel how hard he was. "Feel that? That’s what you do to me."
I reached for his belt, but he caught my hand, kissing my knuckles. "Let me." He undid his pants slowly, teasing me with the wait. When he freed himself, he was thick and ready, the sight making my mouth water. He stroked himself once, twice, eyes on me. "You want this inside you?"
"Please," I said, nodding frantically.
He positioned himself, rubbing the head against my entrance, coating it in my wetness. "I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts." He pushed in inch by inch, so gentle, stretching me perfectly. The fullness was electric, every vein pulsing against my walls. When he was fully in, he paused, kissing my forehead. "Okay?"
"More than okay," I whispered. He started moving, slow thrusts that built a rhythm. His hands held my hips softly, guiding me. He teased my clit with his thumb, circling in time with his hips. "You’re clenching around me," he murmured. "So hot. Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up."
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. The table creaked softly under us, but we were lost in it. His thrusts picked up, still gentle but insistent. He kissed my neck, whispering dirty praises. "Love how soft you are, how you bounce with every thrust. Perfect for me."
The pressure built again, coiling tight. "I’m close," I gasped.
"Come for me," he said, his voice rough. "Quietly, baby." He covered my mouth with his hand as I shattered, waves crashing over me. Electric bliss pulsed through every inch. He followed soon after, pulling out and spilling on my thigh with a low groan.
We stayed tangled, breathing hard. He cleaned us up with tissues from the desk, then held me close. "You alright? Didn’t hurt you?"
I smiled, kissing him. "Perfect."
