One Night Stand With My Brother's Killer Best Friend

Olivia's POV

"Bend over," Harmon said, motioning towards the desk in his office with his head.

I was so blown away words failed me. The brand new COO of Hunter Industries/my brother's best friend just told me to... what now?

"Wh-what?" I finally stammered, watching him take off his jacket and toss it onto his chair before my gaze fell on the hard dick in his pants.

"Do you want it, Olive?" he asked, his matter of fact tone making me uncertain he meant what I thought he did as his gaze followed mine down to his dick. "Bend the fuck over so I can give you my dick," he persisted, taking his cufflinks off.

He placed them on the desk and rolled up his sleeves.

My mouth went dry and my body complied all on its own. As I laid my hands on the cool mahogany desk before me and bent over before him, flashes of him taking me from behind last night went through my head.

Yes boys and girls, my decade long crush fucked me silly last night. And no, my forbidden obsession did not disappoint.

By the time he fucked me doggy style, we were already on round three. Despite the intensity of rounds one and two, he only seemed to be more turned on as he hammered away at my cunt. The man had limitless stamina.

"This is what you want, right?" he asked, a slight edge to his voice as his hands slid under my skirt and onto my thighs.

"Harmon," I purred, instantly going weak in the knees, a shiver going down my spine.

"Come now Miss Hunter, be a good girl for me. You need to stay upright if I'm going to fuck you the way you like it," his husky voice whispered, his lips pressed up against my cheek as his arm wrapped around my middle to steady me.

"What happened to it won't happen again?" I whimpered, struggling to get the words out as his thumb hooked into the band of my thong.

He dragged the band down one thigh slowly then moved over to the other.

Did a part of me die when he said that to me after I woke up to my dream come true? Yes.

Was I willing to let that be the end of it? Fuck no.

"What choice do I have, Olive? If I don't fuck you, you'll never be satisfied. I rather hoped last night had done the job, but here you are, trying to ruin my life for dick." He seethed, pulling the rug out from under me with the sudden hardening of his tone. "How many more times do you want it, baby girl? How much do I need to fuck you so you'll stop fucking with me?"

Once again, the rejection hurt like a bitch. Olivia Hunter didn't have feelings though. He wasn't about to see that I was dying inside.

"Get over yourself, you dick. I'm not fucking going to Cupid's Cove for you," I sassed him, the rage I had been wrestling with exploding out of me as tears prickled at my eyes.

I tried to spin around to face him head on despite my emotional state because I was a fucking Hunter and he was just a boy. Anticipating this move, he grabbed onto me by my hair and pinned me down onto the desk face first. My wet pussy came instantly.

Nope. Not a boy. Definitely all man.

When did this shit start? What the fuck was wrong with me? I just wanted a fuck from him. Nothing more. That was who I was. Fun. No relationships. No commitments.

Unless of course the man was Harmon Chancellor, the only person I could never be with. Having him remind me of the same was like a bitch slap to the face.

"Wake up, Olivia." He hissed, pulling my skirt up and grasping the fabric of my thong to yank it down to my knees before spanking my ass. "Will would lose his mind if he knew what I was doing to you right now. Remember Will? My best friend? Your brother? Our boss. I'm Harmon Chancellor. I don't do dumb shit, baby girl."

So he said, but the thunderous sound of one of his big hands connecting with my ass cheeks split the air between us. He held me down firmly with his other hand.

"Exactly. Our boss. This trip is work. If you happen to pay me some special attention along the way, I won't say no. There's nothing dumb about improving a girl's opinion about your performance in bed, Harmon." I taunted him, voice rising with each word as the slaps to my ass increased in intensity.

Being Will Hunter's sister meant no one expected me to have a brain. I was just a good fuck. Billy deserved better. He believed in me. I didn't want to let him down when my new internship already came as no surprise to my colleagues.

What they didn't know was I worked my ass off for Hunter Industries long before my official position was given to me. Billy wanted to make me an executive right away after I graduated from business school based purely on my experience, but I declined. I wanted to earn it. Same as everyone else.

Harmon knew this shit. Until last night, he was my biggest supporter. Then we fucked and suddenly I was a distraction? Oh fucking really?

My sass was my undoing. The burning sensation left behind by his spanking bought the dwindling orgasm roaring back to life. Before my quivering legs could give out, he spun me around, grabbed my thighs, picked me up and placed me on his desk.

"Shut the fuck up. People will hear you. You've had better? Lying slut," he said with a low, menacing growl as his hulky body stood between my spread legs, hands wandering up to my hips.

I smirked, catching a glimpse of the hunger etched into his facial muscles before his mouth came down hard on mine.

I knew saying that to him would get under his skin, but it was only defense to him telling me, "This never happened."

My legs wrapped around his waist without a second thought as I pulled him down onto me. We claimed each other's lips readily, opening up for each other like lovers do, pulling at each other's tucked in shirts.

As his lips traveled down to my neck, hands grabbing at my breasts through the fabric of my shirt, I bit down on my lip, willing myself to be quiet. Emboldened by his frenzied movements, I slid a hand down the front of his pants, my fingers wrapping around his dick.

Me touching his naked cock shut the kissing and groping down instantly. He pulled away from me forcefully, staggering backwards. Cursing under his breath, he stood up straight and started tucking his shirt back into his pants. Lustful eyes trailed up and down my body as he worked to steady his breathing.

"You're my sister, Olive. He's my brother. You're my family. I can't be the guy you're fucking, angel. You're too important to me for that," he said, imploring me to understand as he let me down gently.

A burning heat ripped through my chest. My pulse dropped. The panting stopped as the breath hitched in my throat.

"What the fuck was I last night, Harmon? Available?" I threw back at him sharply.

What was I saying? Olivia Hunter usually begged for them to leave.

"Precious," he said, reaching out to cup my cheek like he was used to doing.

I turned my face away from him with a frown and he let his hand drop before it could reach me.

"But not mine. There's more to me than you know, Olivia. I'm fucking dangerous and not just to your cunt," he said, unfolding his sleeves.

I watched him turn into the flawless Harmon I was used to as he put his cufflinks back on. By the time he slid his jacket on, the soulless eyes were back.

"I've known you half of my existence. If I don't know you, I don't know anyone Harmon," I said matter of factly, feeling vulnerable and small.

"You're not going. End of discussion," he said, that cool finality that I always thought was so sexy deepening the sting of rejection.

It hit me like a truck, blindsiding me. Holy fuck. I liked Harmon. It wasn't a silly school girl crush. I really, really liked him. He didn't feel the same way about me, or at least didn't want to. That hardly mattered. Hunters took what they wanted.

"If I'm not on that plane with you tomorrow, prepare to explain to Billy how you fucked me while I was drunk out of my mind," I said, pseudo bravado consuming me as I fought against my better judgment to blackmail my oldest friend.

In the end, my heart sided with my pussy against my brain. Two against one.

"I'll ruin you, Mr. Inconsequential. By the time I'm done with you, you won't be COO of shit."

"Do you want to run that by me again, baby girl?" he asked coldly, voice so chilling it sent a shiver down my spine. "Daddy's an alpha male. Better do it right if you're going to threaten me. Do you understand the stakes, Miss Hunter?"

His hardened facial features had me faltering, but there was no way I could back down now. Something in the way I moved made his shoulders drop. He sighed, watching me close the distance between us.

Harmon wasn't the enemy. He was my protector. I wasn't used to us being on opposite sides. It was fucking with me, but I just couldn't let it go. There was no going back after last night.

"You want to fuck me again, Harmon. Billy doesn't have to know," I said, turning up the charm as I reached for his tie, desperately hiding my nervousness behind a sultry, seductive voice.

"I'll know. If we happen and it goes south, I won't just lose my job, I'll also lose him. I'll lose you, Olive," he said, his voice dropping low, eyes cast down as he watched my fingers play with his tie.

I might have been mistaken, but I swore I heard his voice break on the word you. He had me transfixed. Rooted to the spot before him. Getting lost in drawing closer. The scent of his cologne. How quickly he'd dressed himself again, not a hair out of place. So taken in by him. For a moment there my heart convinced me he cared about me like a lover should.

He didn't though. My crush was unrequited. In his eyes, I was his fucking little sister. That was all I would ever be. Four years of begging him to fuck me taught me this and yet, last night taught me something else.

An eight year age gap. I was his intern. He was the most powerful man at the company, second only to Billy. Who could blame him for seeing nothing but a child?

I was wrapping my arms around his neck again before I knew what I was doing. Why was I trying so hard when he clearly didn't want me? At this point, did I want a fuck or to just be in his arms again?

"Harmon, can't we just-" I spoke with trembling lips as my mouth neared the collar of his shirt, a dull ache taking root in my chest.

"Daddy doesn't think with his dick, baby girl. I decide who I fuck and it's not going to be you. I won't tell you again. You're staying in LA," he said sternly, grabbing a firm hold of my arms and dragging them away from his body. "Now leave. I have preparations to make for my trip tomorrow."

Later that night, I decided to join my friends at a frat party to drown my sorrows.

"Graduation body shots!" I screamed out into the crowd.

Harmon and I had been buried under work lately so I didn't have the chance to celebrate my graduation. Now seemed as good a time as any. My pride wouldn't let me keep arguing after he flat out said he wouldn't fuck me again. Back to basics. I had heard the words so many times before. So why did it hurt so fucking much this time?

My declaration from atop my makeshift stage - a coffee table - was greeted with coos, wolf whistles and cheers of affirmation from beefy fuck boys and girls. Was I completely wasted as I laid myself down on the table and lifted up my shirt? Why yes, yes I was.

"Is this what heartbreak feels like? It sucks ass," I yelled out into the crowd, replaying his words in my head over and over as the crowd I was drawing cheered.

I decide who I fuck and it's not going to be you.

The crowd around me didn't feature the friends I came with. Still I wasn't about to back down. One of these pretty boy jocks would do nicely for tonight. He wouldn't be Harmon, but then that would be half the fun. A revenge fuck of sorts. The only thing that would get me off more than some random fuck boy sticking it to me tonight was if I could make Harmon watch it happen.

Fuck. Please don't tell me...

"Shit. Did I call Harmon... Or not?" I blurted out, my index finger squishing a pair of soft lips as they approached my alcohol laden navel. "You might want to reconsider if I did."

Harmon was number two - number one was obviously Billy - on my speed dial. Without fail, Harmon was the one I would call when I was in trouble. This was such a time. The last person I wanted to see was him, but old habits die hard. Did I drunk dial him? I was so wasted I couldn't be sure.

"Harmon can wait his turn, just like the rest of us," fuck boy number one of the evening declared, his peers cheering their agreement.

"I'm not really the patient type," said the man of the hour, his broad shoulders effortlessly forcing their way to the front of the crowd. Harmon held out a big hand to me and said, "Come."

Laying eyes on him gave me butterflies in my tummy. I broke out into a fit of giggles as a mixture of joy and sadness crashed down on me.

Then, still beaming from ear to ear, I said, "Don't you remember, daddy? It takes a little more work to make my pussy do that."

With a snide smirk, fuck boy number one bumped his shoulder into Harmon's. His group of friends came to surround Harmon and he said, "Sounds like the lady wants to stay and have a good time."

I shook my head faster than a drunk off her ass person should and rambled, "Time to goooooo," knowing, even in my inebriated state, how this ended if I didn't leave with Harmon.

I hated myself for wanting to take Harmon's hand and leave with him. No persuasion needed.

"Sounds to me like you're looking for a fuck toy for the night. Look elsewhere," Harmon said stoically, turning to face the fuck boy of the evening head on despite being surrounded.

The harder the men glared at each other, the more space the spectators gave us. The crowd I drew thinned. Less and less people were looking to get with me as the vein on the side of Harmon's forehead became engorged. My revenge sex plan was not Harmon approved.

My drunken brain didn't register when the beefcake jocks and Harmon started trading blows. I only knew we were leaving because I recognized the sequence of events that followed Harmon knocking out the pushy twenty something asshats one by one. Before the stranger whose bed I was not making it into tonight could hit the floor, I was tossed over Harmon's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Deep, harsh strides soon carried us outside, my face rubbing up against Harmon's toned back muscles through his fitted shirt. Was this why I came out tonight? To give him a reason to come after me? Long before we fucked, the feeling of being thrown about by his strong arms never failed to get me all hot and bothered.

"Harmon, you're cock blocking me," I screamed from my upside down posture, getting dizzier with every step Harmon took as I threw my tantrum.

He set me down on my feet gingerly, then opened the door to the passenger side.

"Maybe when you start selecting companions with dick sizes that indicate some form of maturity, I'll stop. Get in the car." Harmon growled, barely able to contain himself.

"Make me," I said, folding my arms in a huff.

"Get in the fucking car or I'll bring Will out here to see what a train wreck his sister is," he ordered, knowing he wasn't playing fair.

It wasn't like I didn't already know I was going with him. It just annoyed the hell out of me how much I still wanted him.

It should be illegal, the way he mocked every man in his vicinity, knowing he was drop dead gorgeous and they were all just boys compared to him.

"I tried the whole big dick thing earlier today, remember? You refused to stick it into me," I sassed him, puckering my lips and blowing him a kiss before bending to his will and sliding into my seat.

He slammed my door closed and jogged over to the driver's seat. Now sitting next to me, his whole body turned towards me and he leaned in.

"Ouch," I said, wiping away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth with my fingertips.

Genuine concern flooded my body, despite Harmon having bled far worse for me in similar situations.

"You've got to stop showing up like this. You'll make me think I still have a shot, daddy."

I said this to him, eyes closed, on the brink of dozing off as I grabbed onto his tie and pulled him towards me. For better or worse, no matter what was going on between us, I was safe with him. Fuck my brain, heart and pussy for still thinking that way around this man after the way he obliterated my pride.

"Well you don't," he said pointedly, his fingers overlapping roughly with mine as he removed his tie from my grasp and put my seat belt on for me. "Believe me when I say I wish you would stop finding yourself in positions which require you to call. Grow up, Olivia. Mr. Hunter-"

"Doesn't give half as many fucks about who I screw as you do, Mr. Chancellor," I interrupted boldly, my eyes fluttering open to stare Harmon down.

Despite passionate facial expressions, Harmon did not rise to the challenge this time.

"Is that really what I am to you, daddy? A child? Even after you fucked me like a man fucks his woman?" I mumbled drunkenly, unable to stop the words from flowing.

"For fuck's sake, Olive." He seethed. "Stop fucking being a whore."

The gnawing ache between my legs that started when he invaded my personal space intensified as he moved back, jaw set in anger when he started the car.

"Never bothered you before," I said with a giggle.

"Well it bothers me now. Are you fucking happy?" I could have sworn I heard him spit out.

"Then take me with you on your business trip and make sure I'm good for you, daddy," I mumbled.

If he responded, I didn't hear it. By this point I had dozed off.

Harmon sped down the busy roads of LA, leaving me on the verge of throwing up by the time the car stopped. I found myself in a familiar garage. This brought a smile to my face despite how sick I felt. Harmon had elected to bring me back to his.

"No need to ruin Will's delusions of you becoming an adult by having him see you like this tonight," Harmon chided, unbuckling my seat belt.

Harmon played the whole I will tell on your brother card all the time, but he never did. Because he knew what Billy's opinion of me meant to me. Fucking likable asshole. He got out of the car, then came over to my side to open my door for me.

"Is that the only reason I'm here, daddy?" I asked, taking the warm hand he offered me to help me get out of the car.

"You think I'd fuck you in this state while being sober myself? Jesus Olive, what do you think of me? Get the fuck out of the car," he demanded.

Losing patience, he pulled me towards him and out of the car. Then he shut the door with the sole of his shoe and picked me up into his arms bridal style.

Experience had taught me he was taking me upstairs just to dump me on the couch for the night, but my body was not as clued in. My panties got wet the moment my feet left the ground. I all but swooned as he carried me over to the elevator.

Back up in his apartment, the very place we had our night together, he laid me down on the couch like I was precious cargo.

The pain in my chest intensified. What was worse, I was crazy turned on. Felt cared for and like I mattered.

We came face to face once more as he covered my body with a blanket.

"Don't pull any weird shit tonight. I'll be gone tomorrow. A month is enough time for this to blow over. It's going to be okay, Olive. We're going to be okay," he said dotingly, cupping my cheek.

I could feel his eyes on me. His body lingering by my side. For a moment there, he had me thinking I'd get a steaming goodnight kiss.

Just as I was about to force my eyes open to see if I could make it happen, his phone rang, breaking the spell. Only one person called him this late at night.

"Tell Macy I said hi," I mumbled groggily, turning my back on him.

I heard my name mentioned several times in the back and forth between them, unable to tune out their argument despite it happening in his bedroom. It was all I could do not to cry out his name for her to hear as my fingers slipped past the fabric of my thong.

I laid back, rolled up in a blanket kissed by his scent. Too turned on for tears, I slid two fingers into my pussy, wishing they were his dick.

Look what you do to me, Harmon Chancellor.

He was on the verge of getting back together with his ex and what was I doing? Fantasizing about him fucking me while masturbating on his couch.

The next few minutes were a euphoric blur as I fingered my wet pussy to fantasies of him nailing me rough and hard. In and out of my fuck hole my fingers pumped relentlessly, speeding up rapidly, desperate for quick release.

"Harmon, yes daddy, yes," I moaned into the cool night. "He wouldn't have felt as good as you. Nothing does. I fucking loved you inside me. Heaven. Hell. God. Devil. Mr. Chancellor, you're everything. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. YES, PLEASE BABY, YES."

"Please what Olive? Tell daddy what you need," his voice filled my ears as my climax approached.

"More daddy, more, more," I begged desperately. "Please Harmon, just a little more," I said in between ragged breaths, jamming a third finger up my cunt, pumping furiously in and out of myself, using my other hand to rub my clit.

"Come take what you need, baby girl. Let daddy fuck your horny, frustrated pussy. Come get my dick, Miss Hunter," his voice spoke once more.

It was enough to send me over the edge. My pussy was soaking wet, desperate to cum, but I held off.

"Yes daddy, whatever you want. Take my pussy again. Fuck it good and hard," I slurred, tossing the blanket off me.