I'm Greedy, I want my Best friend's brother.

Sarah’s POV I shifted under the thin blanket on the floor of Sarah’s bedroom, the hardwood floor was pressing uncomfortably against my hip but I had no other place to sleep. The clock on the nightstand glowed at 1:17am. Sarah, my best friend, lay on the other side of the room, her soft snores filled the room, light and steady. We’d stayed up late watching movies and gossiping like always. But tonight, sleep wouldn't come for me. I’d seen him earlier. My crush Jake, Sarah’s older brother. He was home from grad school for the weekend. Tall, broad-shouldered and that quiet intensity that always made my stomach tighten. He’d nodded at me in the hallway, his dark eyes lingering a second too long on my bare legs beneath my oversized sleep shirt. But I’d pretended not to notice. A floorboard creaked outside the door. I froze. The door eased open, and Jake stepped inside, closing it silently behind him. I could see the hard lines of his jaw and the way his t-shirt stretched across his chest. He looked straight at me. “Couldn’t sleep either?” he whispered low enough not to wake Sarah. My heart hammered. I shook my head. “Nah I couldn't.” He crossed the room in three quiet steps and crouched beside my makeshift bed. His hand brushed my arm, warm and deliberate. “You’ve been teasing me all night in that little shirt.” “I wasn’t—” His fingers pressed over my lips. “Shhhh. Sarah’s right there. You don’t want to wake her.” The warning sent heat flooding between my thighs. Jake’s eyes darkened as he saw my reaction. Without another word, he slid under the blanket with me, his large body pressing against my back. One arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel his c**k already hard against my ass. “Jake… we can’t,” I breathed, even as my body arched into him. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?” His hand slipped under my shirt, his fingers tracing up my inner thigh. When he reached my panties, he chuckled softly. “Soaked.” I bit my lip hard as two thick fingers pushed my panties aside and stroked my slick folds. I whimpered. “Quiet,” he growled in my ear. Before I could protest, he pulled my damp panties and shoved them into my mouth, gagging me. The taste of my own arousal made my face burn with shame and filthy excitement. “That’s better.” His fingers returned, circling my c**t mercilessly. My hips jerked. He pinned my thigh open with his leg, holding me spread for him. Two fingers plunged inside me without warning, curling hard against my g-spot. My muffled cry was barely audible, but he didn’t stop. He f****d me with those fingers, his thumb grinding against my swollen c**t. The sounds of our activity started getting loud in the quiet room. Sarah stirred once, murmuring in her sleep, Jake froze, his fingers still buried inside me. But the snores resumed. Then he went harder. As he finger f****d me, my first orgasm crashed over me without mercy. My p***y clenched around his fingers, releasing juices soaking his hand and the blanket beneath us. I screamed into the gag, my body shaking violently. But Jake kept pumping through it, forcing me higher, drawing it out until tears pricked my eyes. “Good girl,” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “Give me another.” He added a third finger, stretching me. The pressure was overwhelming. His free hand slid up to pinch my n****e through my shirt, twisting just enough to make me sob into my panties. The second orgasm hit even harder, my thighs trembling uncontrollably as I gushed around his fingers. Jake finally pulled his hand free, glistening with my c*m. He yanked the gag from my mouth just long enough to push those wet fingers between my lips. “Taste how much you want your best friend’s brother,” he ordered. I sucked obediently, whimpering at my own tangy flavor. Jake positioned himself behind me, spooning me tightly. I felt the thick head of his c**k nudge against my entrance. “Jake… condom,” I gasped. “No time. And you’re going to take every drop like a good little slut. Do you hear me? This p***y was made for my cum.” He pushed forward, stretching me open in one slow, relentless thrust. My eyes rolled back to my skull. I'd been fantasising about Jake all evening. But I never imagined he'll be this big. He was thicker and longer than my fantasies, and the angle we were lying in had him hitting impossibly deep inside me.. He clamped a hand over my mouth and started f*****g me with short, powerful strokes, careful not to let the bed creak too loudly. Every thrust pushed me closer again. The risk of getting caught, with Sarah sleeping just feet away made everything dirtier, more arousing. Jake’s breath was hot against my ear. “You’re clenching so tight. You love this, don’t you? Getting f****d by me while your best friend is right there.” I nodded frantically, drooling against his palm. His pace quickened. The wet slap of skin grew louder despite his efforts to stay quiet. I came a third time, my muffled scream vibrating against his hand as my p***y spasmed around his c**k. “f**k… I’m close,” he groaned. “Gonna fill you up.” I shook my head weakly, but my hips pushed back against him, betraying me. Jake buried himself to the hilt and stiffened. Hot spurts of c*m flooded my p***y in heavy pulses. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his seed deeper, claiming me completely. When he finally pulled out, I felt the immediate rush of warmth. Thick c*m leaked from my stretched hole, dripping down my thigh and onto the blanket. I panicked, trying to clench my thighs together, but Jake held me open. “Don’t,” he whispered. “I want to see it drip out of you.” He reached down and pushed two fingers back inside my c*m filled p***y, stirring the mess. I whimpered, overstimulated and still trying desperately to stay silent. More c*m oozed out, coating my skin. Sarah rolled over in her bed. We both froze. After a tense moment, the snoring resumed. Jake kissed my shoulder, almost tenderly. “You’re going to sleep like this tonight. Full of my c*m. Every time you move, you’ll feel it.” He tucked the blanket around us and held me close, his softening c**k nestled against my ass. I lay there, my heart racing, my thighs sticky, and the evidence of what we’d done slowly leaking out of me while my best friend slept peacefully nearby. I should have felt guilty. Instead, I squeezed around the remnants of his c*m and wondered how soon he’d f**k me again.