Chapter 5

• ALICIA POV
• “Seriously, Harden? Do I really have to take his food to him in his room? What’s wrong with his hands or legs? They work just fine, don’t they?” I grumbled to my brother, clutching the plate of spaghetti and meatballs. I’d gotten home late, hoping Harden might already gone to his room, but no. Carmen wanted me to take the food up.
• My brother, Carmen, looked at me with a serious face. “You have to, Allie. It’s important. It’s our way of saying ‘thank you’ for letting us stay here. We need to do this, even the small things we do matters a lot. He might be my friend, but not all friends are as nice as Harden!”
• I sighed, puffing out my cheeks. "Ugh, fine," I muttered, mostly to myself. I really didn’t want to do it, but Carmen had that look that meant there was no arguing.
• “You know, you could take it to him,” I tried, hoping he’d change his mind. “It’s weird for me to go into Harden’s room, especially since you usually don’t like me being around your friends.”
• Carmen scoffed, a little smirk on his face. “Hey, Harden’s different. And besides, you’re definitely not his type, so don’t even worry about it.” He waved a dismissive hand.
• My jaw dropped. “Excuse me?” I shot back, sticking my tongue out at him. He just chuckled. What a jerk! I turned and stomped toward the stairs, heading for the top floor. It was clear Carmen trusted Harden completely, thinking nothing could ever happen between us. He really had no idea.
• As I climbed to the third floor, my heart started to beat faster. My hands, holding the tray, started to shake a little. My stomach felt fluttery. When I reached the long hallway on the left side of the house, all I wanted to do was turn around and run back downstairs.
• But I couldn't. I took a deep breath, pushing those nervous thoughts away. I walked slowly towards his door, my hand reaching out, almost shaking, for the doorknob. It clicked softly, and I pushed the door open, peeking inside.
• The room was huge, the biggest one in the whole house. Ever since we moved in, all the other rooms were usually open, but this one had always been closed. It looked neat and tidy, really well-furnished. I looked around, but he wasn’t there. A small sigh of relief escaped me. Okay, good. I could just drop the food and leave. I walked towards a table at the far end of the room, ready to place the plate down.
• “Well, well, we finally met again.”
• A deep voice, right behind me, made me jump. My hand was already letting go of the tray, thankfully. It landed on the table with a soft clink.
• I spun around, and my mind just… stopped working. He was standing there, right in front of me, looking like he’d just stepped out of the shower. And he looked amazing.
• “Get a grip, Alicia,” I told myself, but it was hard. His skin was glistening with water, and the smell of his body wash—or maybe just him—hit me, making my knees feel like jelly.
• I couldn’t stop staring. He took a few steps closer until he was just four steps away. This was only the second time I was meeting him, and both times, he’d only had a towel on. I honestly tried not to look at his body, but I failed badly. My eyes just kept staring, so obviously. Then my gaze slowly went up to his face, to those lips… Oh, goodness.
• My eyes, against my will, slowly dropped lower, to where the towel ended. And I could totally see the outline of… cock. Just poking out from under the towel. That thick… cock that probably wouldn't fit in my hand, let alone my mouth. And it was pointing right at me, almost like there was an invisible string pulling us together. My body felt… warm. And wet.
• “Is there a reason you keep staring at me?” he asked, his voice low.
• My cheeks instantly burned red. I quickly looked away, squeezing my thighs together. I looked around the room, anywhere but at him.
• I tried to focus on anything else, but then I smelled him again, so close now. He was right next to me. Close enough for me to breathe in every bit of his scent.
• I swallowed hard and slowly, slowly, turned my face to look at him.
• “Uhm… I… I honestly didn’t mean to walk in on you like this,” I mumbled, tripping over my words. “My brother… he insisted I bring you your food. I really wasn’t for it, but he just kept saying I had to.” I pressed my lips into a thin line, not knowing what else to say. Standing here, in front of Harden, was making it hard to breathe.
• He chuckled softly. “You don’t have to be so nervous around me, Alicia. Look, what happened last night… it was a mistake. A big mistake. I… I thought you were someone else. I want you to just forget it, okay? Like it never happened.” He said it firmly, then turned and walked towards a clothes rack, grabbing another clean towel to dry his wet hair.
• “Oh… okay.” I felt a little sting at his words, but quickly pushed it away. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” I said, looking back at his towel. And yes, something was definitely poking out there. “But… I never for a second thought you were my brother’s friend. Things just… went wrong for me last night.”
• “Is there something on my towel, Alicia?” he asked, his voice a bit sharper now.
• My eyes snapped to his face. “No! No, nothing.” I quickly shook my head.
• He looked at me, his gaze serious. “I just want you to know that what happened was a big mistake. And that you are Carmen’s sister, and not the type of girl I would ever be interested in.”
• The moment he said those last words, I felt a familiar prickle behind my eyes. Tears. Why did that hurt so much?
• “If I’m not your type of girl,” I heard myself say, surprising even myself, “then why do you keep getting an erection down there?”
• He stared at me, his eyes wide, like I’d completely lost my mind.
• “That’s because I just came out of the shower, Alicia,” he said, his voice tight. “You brought me food, thank you. You can leave now.”
• But before I even knew what I was doing, my feet started moving. I walked right up to him, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed him. Right on the lips.
• At first, he didn’t kiss me back. But then, his hands grabbed my waist, pulling me hard against him, and his lips… oh, his lips took mine. And wow. His lips fit mine perfectly.
• Last night was my first time doing… anything like BJ. But this wasn't my first kiss. Still, it was the best. I’d heard girls talk about their knees going weak while kissing, but I’d never felt it before. With this man, my brother’s friend, I felt everything. Things I’d never felt before.
• His lips pressed hard against mine, almost like he owned them. His arms around my waist pulled me even closer, pressing my body against his. And that’s when I felt it. He was hard. So hard. His thick Cock was pressing against my stomach, right there. And his tongue found its way into my mouth, dancing with mine.
• My arms, almost on their own, wrapped around his broad, strong shoulders. I kissed him back, but he completely took over the kiss I started. His tongue played with mine, devouring me. His hand, still on my waist, started to roam lower, squeezing my butt. He sucked on my lips like his life depended on it. A soft moan escaped my throat, lost in the kiss. I pressed my hips against his hardness, and he let out a low growl that only made me feel wetter.
• Suddenly, he lifted me, pinning me against the wall. His hands slipped under my shirt, then pushed through my bra, finding my nipples. He pinched them gently, and they instantly hardened, sending a shock through me, all while his lips kept kissing me deeper and deeper.
• Then, just as quickly, his hands pulled away from my clothes. I cursed under my breath, still kissing him.
• And then he pulled away from my lips, dropping me back to the floor.
• “Don’t kiss me like that again, or you might get punished, Licia,” he said, his voice rough. Then he turned and walked back into the shower, leaving me standing there, completely stunned.
• I wanted more from him. For reasons I couldn’t even understand, this man had just made me so incredibly wet without even trying that hard. I didn’t know what kind of punishment he meant, but one thing was for sure: I was ready to be punished by him.