by Chloe Hawk
I kissed him back hungrily, trying to grind my pelvis against his. Even though I’d already come twice tonight -- three times, if you counted the orgasm I’d given myself while I’d lain on the floor in his office -- my body was already responding.
I knew now why all those girls had become so obsessed with him in high school, why they would cry in the hallways at school when he inevitably left them. He was intoxicating and addicting, and the way my body felt when I was close to him was like an inferno, scorching and burning and ready to explode.
He knew exactly what to do with his mouth, his hands, his fingers, his cock. I was under his control, and I would do whatever he wanted.
“You’re horny, aren’t you, baby girl?” he breathed into my ear.
“Yes.”
He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off me in one smooth movement, dropping it onto the balcony. Then he got down on his knees, pulled my jeans all the way down, and kissed my stomach, his tongue searing a hot trail across my abdomen. He kept going, licking my pussy through my panties, his mouth hot through the thin fabric of my thong.
I moaned and he grinned up at me, his eyes devilish, the look on his face full of mischief – he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he loved it.
He stood up and pulled his own shirt off, his biceps flexing as he did it. His chest was smooth and perfect, his stomach ripped and muscular. I reached my hand out and ran my hand down over his washboard abs, enjoying the feeling of his six-pack under my fingertips.
“Get in the tub,” he growled.
I turned and walked to the tub slowly, knowing he was watching me, knowing he was checking out my ass. The water was warm, and the bubbles frothed around me as I slipped into the water.
Colt took off his pants, leaving him in just his boxers as he climbed into the hot tub and sat down across from me. The outline of his cock was visible through his shorts, and I felt my body flood with desire and want, imagining him inside my pussy.
“Hi,” he said. The steam swirled around us, making his hair curl just a tiny bit around the bottom.
“Hi.”
“Why are you so far away?”
“Why are you so far away?” I shot back.
“Come here,” he commanded.
I moved over until I was sitting next to him, but he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me on top of him so that I was sitting on his lap sideways. I felt his hardness against the crack of my ass, and I wondered what it would be like to have him inside of me there. I was surprised to find it turned me on.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Cole said. His hands pushed my damp hair away from my neck.
“Nothing.” My face flamed.
“Tell me.”
“No.”
“Yes.” His hands tightened around my hair, twisting the strands just a tiny bit, letting me know he was in control, and if he wanted me to tell him something, I would.
“I was just thinking about how beautiful it is out here.”
“Liar.”
“It’s true.”
“Tell me.” He pulled my hair tighter, then lowered his head to my neck and kissed it.
“Cole…”
“Tell me or I won’t touch you. I won’t fuck the shit out of that tight little pussy like I’m about to do.”
I whimpered, half from the pain of him grabbing me the way he was, and half from the excruciating pleasure that was radiating through my body. I couldn’t take the thought of him not fucking me, couldn’t take the thought of him not putting his hands all over me.
“I was thinking of you fucking my ass,” I said.
The side of his mouth twitched up, like he was amused by this. “Oh, yeah?” he asked. “You were thinking of me sliding my hard dick into that cute ass?”
“Yes,” I said. My face flamed.
He took my hand and placed it on his dick. “You think you could take that?”
I wrapped my fingers around the thickness of his shaft. “I don’t know,” I said.
“But you want to try, don’t you, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Say it.”
“I want to try.”
“You want to try what?”
“I want to try to take you in my ass.”
He trailed his hand down my back, under my thong and over my ass. His hand spread my cheeks just a tiny bit, and his finger slid down. Even though he was nowhere near my hole, I gasped.
Cole laughed. “You’re not ready for that,” he said, but he didn’t move his hand away from my ass. “But you will be soon.”
He slid me closer to him, moving my legs so that I was straddling him. He slipped my bras straps down over my shoulders, and lifted me a tiny bit out of the water. I shivered as the cool night air hit my skin.
His hands found the cups of my bra, which were wet and sticking to my skin, my nipples sticking out in two peaks.
“Fuck, you look good,” he said as he loosened my tits from my bra. I moaned as he began sucking my nipples, moving back and forth between each one, biting and licking them faster and faster until I felt dizzy.
Then he turned me over and pushed me up against the back of the hot tub and kissed me hard.
He took my hand again and placed it on his cock, guiding it up and down until I was stroking him under the water. “Yeah,” he said. “Just like that. Stroke my dick, baby.”
I kept going, stroking him harder and faster as he kissed me and played with my tits. We made out for what seemed like forever, his dick so hard in my hand I thought it was going to rocket it off of him.
“Pull my boxers off,” he commanded, and I slid them off him, letting his huge rod spring free.
He made me stroke him for a while, and then stood up in the hot tub. I was still sitting down and he rubbed the engorged head of his dick all over my face, making my skin wet with his precum.
“You are so beautiful, Avery,” he said as he kept rubbing me with his cock. “Do you see how hard you make me?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Look at me.”
I looked at him, our eyes locking on each other as he grabbed his shaft and stroked himself in front of me. “Take my balls into your mouth.”
I opened my mouth and did as I was told, taking his balls into my mouth and sucking on them hungrily. They were swollen and filled with cum, and I imagined him exploding all over my face, marking me.
He jerked himself off, his hand moving fast over his shaft as I licked his balls. Every so often he would take his dick and slap it on my face. The whole time, we looked at each other, our connection deep and intense, the electricity crackling so brightly you could almost see it pulsing rhythmically between us.
Finally, when my mouth was just staring to get sore, Cole grabbed me and turned me over.
I was still in my bra and thong, but my tits were out, and he pushed me up against the side of the hot tub until my nipples were pushing into the cool surface of the wall of the tub.
He reached up and grabbed my hair again, before his hand moved from my neck all the way down my back, his nails digging into my skin as he moved downward. When he got to the strap of my thong, he pulled my panties over to the side, so that my pussy and ass were exposed to him.
I felt his dick push against the crack of my ass, and I gasped, waiting for him to take what was his.
He leaned down so that his body was on top of mine, and he held my hip with one hand while he pulled my hair with the other. “I own you.”
I moaned as he pushed harder against my ass crack.
“Say it.”
“You own me.”
“Again.”
“You own me, Cole.”
“Again.”
“You own me.”
He pushed harder against my bare buttocks, rubbing his dick against my hole before pulling it back and shoving it hard into my pussy. I’d been so focused on him trying to fuck my ass that I gasped from the pleasure of him filling my center.
; He stayed buried all the way in the pussy, not moving, before he finally pulled back and slapped my ass. A stinging pain spread through my skin, and I whimpered. He slapped me again, this time on the other cheek.
I knew I would have red marks there tomorrow, and it excited me, to think about Cole’s handprints branding me.
He started thrusting harder, the intensity increasing as he began really railing me. My tits bounced and rubbed against the ceramic, my nipples brushing against the hard surface of the hot tub.
I moaned as he pummeled me, and he smacked my ass, so hard I cried out.
“Shh,” he said. “Quiet, baby girl. You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” His tone was teasing, like he knew there was no way I was going to be able to stay quiet.
And he was right. I couldn’t stay quiet. I squealed and moaned from pleasure, until finally Cole put his hand over my mouth, silencing me, using his grip on me for leverage as he pumped inside of me.
You own me, I thought. You own my soul, my thoughts, my pussy, my body. The thought of it, along with his hardness filling my pussy to the hilt, pushed me over the edge.
I came, struggling against his hand on my mouth as my center convulsed all over his dick.
As soon as I was done, I collapsed against the side of the hot tub. But Cole wasn’t done with me.
He flipped me over and then stood up. He reached down and grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him, and then he held his dick in his hand. “Open.”
I opened my mouth and put my tongue out, letting him slide his cock over my tongue. He grabbed the back of my head, pushing me down on his dick, making me deep throat him.
“I’m gonna come on you, baby,” he growled. “Keep sucking me like that.”
I kept sucking, but it was more like he was fucking my face. He held the back of my head and pushed me into him, choking me.
Finally, when I felt like I couldn’t breathe, he pulled out.
I gasped for breath as he grinned down at me.
“Look up at me, baby girl.”
I looked up at him and opened my mouth obediently.
He stroked his shaft over my face until he exploded a second later, shooting me with a hot, sticky load of his cum. It hit my tongue, my cheeks, and my lips. Rope after rope of it dripped over my skin and slid down over my neck.
“Fuck,” Cole groaned. “Shit, you look good covered in my cum.”
I watched as he reached over and grabbed his cell phone from where it was sitting on the side of the tub. He snapped a picture of me, all wet and sticky and covered in him.
“Now I can see you like that anytime I want, baby,” he said.
I licked my lips, enjoying the taste of him as the warm liquid slid down my throat.
“Come on,” Cole said, grabbing my hand. “Let’s get you clean.”
***
He took me to the shower, where he rubbed me down with body wash and shampooed and conditioned my hair. He was gentle with me, his hands moving over my body softly, his mouth placing tiny little butterfly kisses on my wet skin.
When we were done showering, he dried me off with a fluffy towel and sat me down on the bed.
“You need to eat something,” he said.
I was shocked to realize I was starving.
He crossed the room to where our suitcases were sitting by the door and rummaged through his bag. He pulled out a clean t-shirt and then pulled it over his head. His pecs flexed, and I let my eyes wander over his body, counting his ab muscles until I got to six.
I sighed in relaxed pleasure, then stood up and walked over until I got to my own backpack, the one I’d brought from Jersey. I unzipped it and started looking for something to wear.
“No.” Cole pulled my towel off of me, tossing it away from me and onto the floor. “I like you naked.”
I rolled my eyes. “I can’t stay naked all the time.”
“If I say you will, you will.” He grabbed my wrists and kissed me hard and deep. “Avery,” he said when he pulled away. He pushed my hair away from my forehead. “I’m sorry that happened tonight. I’m sorry that…” He trailed off and swallowed. I could tell his was hard for him, having to talk about how he felt. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’m going to protect you.” He pulled me close to him, and I snuggled against his chest, inhaling the fresh scene of his laundry detergent and the shampoo we’d both just used. “I’m going to take care of you. I promise.” He kissed me on the top of my head. “Now I’m going to go get us some food. Stay here, and keep the door locked, okay?”
I nodded, and a second later, he was gone.
I sighed and threw myself down on the bed, my heart pounding.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just done with my stepbrother.
I own you, Avery, he’d said. Say it.
And I’d said it. I wanted him to own me, wanted him to take me, to do whatever he wanted to me. I blushed as I remembered his dick pushing up against my ass, how I’d wanted him to take me there, how he’d covered me with his cum and then taken a picture of me all sticky.
I couldn’t believe I’d let him do that!
Now that I had a chance to clear my head, anxiety filled my body.
I remembered what my mom had said about Cole being dangerous. About him doing something so terrible she couldn’t tell even tell me what it was.
But that was impossible – my mom was just trying to protect Gordon, and she wanted me to come home.
Why, though? Why would my mom want to get me away from Cole so badly unless she really did know something horrible about him? Just a few days ago she wanted me out of the house for good, had told me I couldn’t come back.
No, I told myself. I wasn’t going to doubt Cole.
I was falling in love with him.
A strange sensation spread through my body as I thought about the fact that I was falling in love with my stepbrother.
Love.
It was such a strong word, and it scared me. How could I love someone I could never really be with?
Not only was he my stepbrother, but he had too many secrets. Even if I didn’t believe anything my mother said, what about the police who’d shown up at his office asking me about Cole’s criminal record I knew nothing about? What about how he wouldn’t tell me anything?
I pushed the thoughts out of my head, then wandered into the bathroom to get dressed. I knew Cole liked me naked, but it was damn cold in here, and if he wanted to get me naked, he was gong to have to strip me down later. I shivered at the thought.
I dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, then started searching around for a hair dryer.
I finally found one in the bottom drawer of the sink, and I pulled it out.
I frowned. It was pink. What the hell was Cole doing with a pink hair dryer? Maybe it had come with the room, I told myself. But even as I was saying it, I knew it wasn’t true.
It must have been someone else’s.
Lucy’s.
Her name vibrated through my brain. Her long dark hair, her perfect body, her straight white teeth – everything about her was gorgeous. A flash of her in this room with Cole, out on balcony in his hot tub, flashed through my mind.
Had he done the same things to her that he’d done to me?
I own you.
Did he own Lucy too?
I stood up, and as I did, I noticed a post-it note on the counter.
C –
I had a great time with you at the shoot today. Thanks for letting me come over, it was amazing.
Xxo,
~L
My breath caught in my chest.
The photo shoot.
It had just been yesterday.
And Cole had brought Lucy back here to do God knows what.
Hot tears burned in my eyes, and a knot formed in my stomach.
I put the hair dryer back where I’d found it and then took the post-it note from where it was sitting on the sink. Then I
walked back out into the room and sat down on the bed.
When Cole got here, I would ask him about the note.
And this time, I was going to demand answers.
About everything.
My eyes fell on his suitcase. It was still open, a jumble of clothes peeking out of the top. But there was something else peeking out of Cole’s bag, too -- a sheaf of papers, folded carefully in half.
The papers Cole had stolen from Gordon’s office earlier.
They had to be.
My heart pounded in my chest. I walked over and pulled them out of the suitcase. To look at them would be a violation of Cole’s privacy, a violation of the trust between us.
What trust? He doesn’t trust you at all. Otherwise he would tell you what the hell was going on in his life.
My mom’s words echoed in my head again.
He’s done bad things, Avery. Unspeakable things.
I took a deep breath.
Then I unfolded the papers and began to read.
END OF STEPBROTHER PROTECTS.
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