Filthy Desire

The beach house was quiet. Too quiet for a summer stay. Ember was already fully settled in, and the silence had clung to her like second skin. The place stretched. Wide and endless. Silent, peaceful. Exactly what she wanted. She could already picture it, just her, and her best friend Kimberly lounging around together. And maybe if she even had the time, she could curl up in a corner with her laptop, pretending to study while actually putting down her dirtiest fantasies.

It was a perfect plan. A simple plan. Just both of them, crashing at Kimberly's family beach house. That was until she received a text from Kimberly. "Hey girl, forgot to tell you, my big bro's there. Sorry bitch, it slipped my mind 🤦🤷"

Ember stood frozen for a full ten seconds.

Allen Colton. 25, Smart, Hot, smug, built, practically literally sin on legs. He's seven years older than her, and has been her dirtiest fantasy since she was 14. Yes 14.

"I can handle it. It's just three weeks of Summer vacation. I can handle it. I'm a grown up now" she thought but even she wasn't convinced. She was still stuck in her own thoughts when a deep, velvety voice called her out.

"Ember?"

"Why are you standing in the hallway staring at nothing?"

It was Allen. He was here, he had just called her name, while standing there shirtless, the hard lines of his chest, broad shoulders and abs on full display under the lights of the hallway; in nothing but grey sweatpants, that did nothing to hide how blessed he was down there. She was staring, shamelessly, unapologetically.

"Ember" he called again firmer this time, snapping her out of her wild thoughts She blinked, realizing she had been checking him out, then let out an awkward cough and looking away in embarrassment, suddenly hoping the floor open up and swallow her.

"Huh? Umm, s-sorry, I, I just got here"

She responded which wasn't a lie, except she got there a full two hours ago so it wasn't exactly the truth either.

"Okay, maybe you should take a shower, and try to get some rest. I already made dinner, you can serve yourself. Kim said she'd be here tomorrow evening." he said, already heading back to his room.

At that point, Ember knew one thing, she most certainly could not handle Allen Colton. And she could only but pray she survived the holiday without casualties or disaster.

A few days had passed, Ember spent most of it trying to avoid Allen. Why you might wonder? because she couldn't stop ogling him, she couldn't stop staring at him, and she was afraid she'd embarrass herself. Today she was in her room, still in her nightgown. Earlier that morning, Kimberly had asked her to go to the mall with her. Ember had no intentions of staying home, she had genuinely wanted to go with Kim, but unfortunately she'd been up late the previous night and was having a terrible headache. Kim had decided to just let her sleep in.

She was trying to go back to sleep when she started to hear muffled groans. At first she dismissed it, but now she was convinced there was a ghost in the house, she got out of bed to take a look.

She sat up slowly, carefully. Left her room, completely forgetting her fuzzy slippers in her quest for ghosts and started her ghost hunt. She followed the sounds, her feet padding on the wooden floor, and it led her to Allen's room "there's a ghost here?" She wondered. When she got to his door, it was slightly ajar. At first she was going to walk away, then she heard it again. Clearer. It was her name. He was groaning her name. Why was he groaning her name.

"F*ck.........Ember...."

She peeked in, and part of her immediately regretted it, but the other primal, dark part of her felt hot at the sight. She clenched her thighs subconsciously. Allen was in there, shirtless, leaning against the headboard, skin flushed, sweatpants pushed low, his hand wrapped around his cock, while his other hand held her black lace panties, holding it up to his nose, breathing her in, his eyes were shut tight, his lips parted. Her breath hitched. She should run, she told herself, she should pretend she didn't see this, or hear this, but her body wasn't cooperating.

Ember took a slow shaky step inside her bare feet quiet on the rug in his room. Allen hadn't noticed her yet, still caught up in his haze of pleasure. She watched him, heat pooling low in her belly, her thighs clenching, her pussy getting soaked making a mess of her panties. She was already a wreck. And that's when she realised something. She was completely exposed and vulnerable to this man. And he hadn't even noticed her or done anything to her yet.