Stepbrother Takes (His Twisted Game, Book Five) (3 page)

Our kiss deepened as Cole’s mouth pushed
harder against mine, our tongues intertwining.
 
His hands moved down over my ass, squeezing my cheeks.
 
I could feel his hardness through his jeans,
and I tried to push myself against him, but he pulled back.

“No.”
 
He put his finger over my lips. “I’m in charge.”

I nodded, knowing better than to
protest.
 
He pulled off his leather
jacket and set it down on the folding table.
 
Then he grabbed the chair that was behind the table and
dragged it into the middle of the room.

He sat down and stared at me for a long
moment, and his lips curled into a slight grin.
 
The lust burned in his eyes as he motioned me toward him
with one finger.

I walked over until I was standing in
front of him.

“Take your shirt off, Avery,” he
demanded.
 
“Show me those tits.”

His words seared through me.
 
The vulnerable Cole was gone, replaced
by the demanding stepbrother who knew what he wanted from me and would do
anything to get it.

I reached down and grabbed the bottom of
my t-shirt with both hands and began raising it over my head.

“Nice and slow, baby,” Cole ordered, and
I forced myself to slow down as I pulled it over my body.
 
I wasn’t wearing a bra, and as the soft
material slipped over my breasts, I felt my nipples get even harder than they
were.

I stood there for him in just my thong,
letting him get a nice long look at my body.

“God damn it, Avery,” he said.
 
“You are so fucking sexy.”
 
He reached out and grabbed the tiny
string that served as the waistband of my thong and then let it go, snapping it
against my hip. “Turn around.”

I turned around.

“Nice, baby,” he said.
 
“Bend over and show me that ass.”

I bent over toward the ground, letting
him get a good long look at me, and he reached out and slapped my backside.
 
I felt my cheeks jiggle as his hand
moved over my skin, spanking one cheek and then the other.
 

“Fuck, Avery, you’re making my cock
hard.”
 

I loved that I was turning him on, loved
that he wanted my body on display for him.
 
So I bent over further, raising myself up on my heels a
little bit.

“Yeah, baby, work that ass for me.”

I kept going, shaking my butt for him as
he spanked me.

“Turn around,” he demanded finally, and I
did.

He reached down shucked off his shirt and
I took a moment once again to just admire his body -- the flatness of his
stomach, the ridges of his six-pack, the way his shoulders looked as if they’d
been carved out of stone.
 
Then he
reached out and with his strong arms pulled me onto his lap so that I was
straddling him.

He was still holding his shirt, and he pinned
my arms behind my back with one hand, then tied my wrists together with his
shirt, holding the bottom tight so that I couldn’t move.
 
The position forced me to arch my back
and my breasts were just millimeters from his face.

He held my arms with one hand as he
lowered his mouth to my right nipple, sucking on it hungrily.
 
He kneaded my breast with his hand,
moving back and forth between both of my tits.
 
His tongue flicked out and licked my peak, teasing me,
before he went back to sucking me hard.

I moaned in pleasure, and he pulled his mouth
away and then yanked on my wrists, forcing my back to arch even more.
 
“Shh,” he warned.
 
“Quiet.
 
Someone’s going to hear us.”

I nodded my understanding, but the way he
was looking at me, the way he had me so vulnerable, straddling his lap with my
arms pulled so far behind me, melted all my self- control.
 
It was too much, and another little
whimper escaped my lips.

“I mean it, Avery,” he growled.
 
“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, please don’t stop.”

“Say it again.”

“Please don’t stop, Cole,” I
pleaded.
 
“Please, I want you so
bad.”

“Beg me.”
 
He yanked on his shirt again, and I could feel the material
biting into my wrists.

“Please,” I pleaded.
 
“Please, Cole, I’ll do anything you
want.”
 

He stood up then, releasing the t-shirt
from around my wrists, and grabbing my ass.
 
I wrapped my legs around him as his mouth moved against
mine, kissing me, hard and deep.

He set me down on the ground so that I
was standing in front of me, then sat back down in the chair.

“On your knees,” he commanded.

I dropped to my knees.

“Push your tits up.”

I held them together and pushed them
up.
 
He reached down and grabbed my
nipple, twisting it so hard that I cried out.

He smiled and pulled out his cock.
 
It was rock hard, and he slapped it
against my tits, rubbing it against my nipples until they were slick with his
precum.

“Spit on my cock, baby,” he said.
 
“Get it nice and wet.”

It was so dirty, so debasing, that I
hesitated for a moment.
 

“Avery…” he warned, and I spit on his
cock.

“Good girl,” he said, taking his cock and
stroking my spit onto it.
 
He
placed his hard dick between my tits.

“Hold your tits around my cock.”

I did as I was told, pushing my tits
together, and then pressing them around his cock.
 
The slickness of his precum mixed with my spit created a
lube that allowed him to move up and down between my breasts.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he titty-fucked me.
“That’s good, baby, stay still, just like that.”
I stayed still, letting him use my tits.

His eyes stayed on mine the whole time,
the sexual energy pulsing between us like a live wire.
 
His eyes burned with lust and want, and
he reached down and pulled off his pants and boxers until he was naked.

Then he pulled me back onto his lap,
grabbing my legs and pulling them around me, his mouth returning to mine.
 
He kissed me and played with my breasts
until I felt dizzy and out of my mind.
 
I could feel his cock pushing against my pussy, the only thing between
us the thin fabric of my thong.

His hands were big and strong around me,
and he reached behind me and grabbed the string of my thong, pulling it tight
so that stretched against my pussy, outlining my lips.
 
I was dripping wet and my panties were
soaked, making the outline of my pussy even more visible.

“God, I want to fuck you,” Cole
breathed.
 
He held onto my hip with
his other hand, sliding me up and down over his hard dick.
 
My clit pulsed with every movement,
driving waves of pleasure through my body.

“Fuck me,” I said.
 
“Please, fuck me.”

“I have to,” he said, pushing my panties
to the side so that my bare pussy was exposed.
 
His finger slid up inside of me, and ran over my clit.
 
“I don’t think I can stop.
 
Your pussy feels too fucking tight and
wet, baby.”

“Please,” I said.
 
“Please fuck me, Cole.
 
I want you inside of me so bad.”
 
I knew how much it turned both of us on
for me to beg and plead with him, and I was hoping the more I begged, the
harder he would fuck me.

“Shit,” he swore, and the next thing I
knew he was pulling the waistband of my thong until the fabric ripped.
 
He slid the ruined panties over my
pussy and dropped them onto the floor.

He grabbed my hips and held me so that I
was poised right above his cock.

Our eyes locked on each other, both of us
acknowledging the moment.
 
If we
did this, there was no going back.
 
But I wanted him.
 
I wanted
to feel him inside of me so badly.
 
I’d wanted it ever since he’d come back into my life, and probably even
before that.

I held my breath as the tip of his cock
pushed inside of me just a tiny bit.
 
Then he grabbed me around the waist, stood up and carried me over to the
door.
 
I wrapped my legs around him
and he pushed my hands up over my head.

There was a hook that was slung over the
top of the door.
 
It was designed
to hang clothes on, and it was sturdy enough to hold my weight.

“Hold on to this,” he whispered into my
ear, placing my hands around the metal.

I held on, bracing myself as he slid into
me.

I gasped at his width, at how amazing it
felt to finally have him inside of me.

“Fuck,” he breathed.
 
“You’re so tight, baby girl.”

He slid out a little bit and then back
in, getting me used to his cock.
 
And then he was done being gentle.
 
He started fucking me hard, thrusting in and out.
 
My tits bounced up and down, and I held
onto the hook over the door, the metal cutting into my palms.

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me
into him, making me take him hard and deep.

I moaned, louder than I probably should
have, and I bit my lip.
 
The
sensation of my center stretching out around his huge cock was an exquisite mix
of pleasure and pain, but soon I got used to him, and it turned to just
pleasure.

The deepest, most intense pleasure I’d
ever felt in my life.

He pumped me harder and harder, reaching
up and sliding a finger in my mouth when I moaned too loudly.
 
I sucked on him hungrily.

“Look at me fucking you, Avery,” Cole
demanded.
 
“Look at my cock sliding
right into your pussy.”

I did as I was told, looking down and
watching his dick move in and out, almost not believing something that big
could fit inside of me.

He reached down with his finger and
rubbed my clit as he fucked me, and a second later, I came all over him, my
pussy contracting on his dick.

As my orgasm tore through me, he began
fucking me even harder, my back banging against the door behind me.
 
He was like a wild animal, his blue
eyes bright with lust and desire, taking what was his.

It didn’t matter if we made noise
anymore.

The consequences to our actions didn’t
matter.

All that mattered was us, in this moment,
the two of us joined as one.

“I’m gonna come,” he said a second
later.
 
“I can’t help it.
 
You feel so good, Avery.”

“Come inside of me,” I told him.
 
“Please, I want you to come inside of
me.”

My words were enough to push him over the
edge.

He groaned, unloading a hot load of come right
into me.
 
I could feel it warm my
core, shot after shot.

When he was finished, he collapsed
against me, his heart beating hard against mine.

I slid my legs from around him until I
was standing up.
 
I felt woozy and
weak, not only from being held and manhandled in that position, but from the
knowledge of what we’d just done.

We just stood there for a moment, letting
our heartbeats slow.

And then Cole reached down and scooped me
into his arms, lifting me off the floor.

“Cole!” I squealed, trying as best as I
could to keep my voice down.
 
“What
are you doing?”

He carried me across the hall to his old
room and set me down gently on the bed.
 
He covered me with a blanket, and then slid in next to me.

We laid in the dark, facing each other.

“You should go,” I said, reaching out and
tracing his jaw line with my finger.
 
“If he catches you…”

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“Cole…” I felt the first rumblings of
reality starting to set in, the first realizations that what we were doing
couldn’t last.
 
“I don’t know.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not… I want to,” I said.
 
“But it’s so hard.”

“What is?”

“Being with you, like this.”
 

He nodded.
 
He knew exactly what I was talking about.
 
I couldn’t be with him, not the way I wanted
to.
 
There was too much at stake
– the shared trauma of our pasts bonded us together, but it also made us
all wrong for each other.
 
We were
stepbrother and stepsister.
 
We’d
grown up together.
 
We were family.