The stepbrother beneath her bucked up, jabbing his cock sharply into her vagina once, twice, three times before he split his seed.
She tore away from the kiss long enough to look behind her and tell the brother up her ass, “Please, cum all over me. I want to feel it.”
“And I want to taste it,” her female lover added.
He buried his cock deep inside her ass one final time, then pulled out and jetted creamy spunk all over her firm, rounded cheeks and up her spine. When he was finished, the little blonde licked her clean, then she sucked all the cum off his spent cock too.
***
Trent brushed short, auburn hair from his forehead. He looked at the man across the table. “So they know everything.” It was a statement, not a question.
The man nodded, lit up another cigar. “Yup. We got outta that place just in time.”
Trent knew he referred to the house they’d just ditched. The place where they’d been storing some of their cocaine shipments. A house that belonged to him, which meant any fallout from that place rested entirely on his head. He didn’t like where this was going, but it was too late to back out of the mess he’d gotten himself into now.
“I…” He sighed. His throat seemed tight and the words didn’t want to come out. “I can’t do it.”
The man on the other end of the table puffed his cigar, shrugged. “Who says you have to do it? You just have to pick them up, bring them to the place I told you. I’ve got someone who can do the rest.”
Trent nodded, tried not to choke on his reservations. It was a little late in the game to develop a conscience, he supposed. Still, it nagged at him just the same. “Can’t we just hold them up until all this blows over? Do we really have to kill them? I mean, she was my girlfriend…”
The man gave him a steely glare. “Did Sally or Hunter hesitate when it came to selling you out?”
He shook his head, looked at his lap.
“Then I think you have your answer.” The man got up from the table and left the sparse, murky kitchen.
***
Sally and Shane parted ways with Hunter and Mickie outside the amphitheater. It had been quite a night, and Sally had experienced more sexually with Shane this week than she ever had in her entire life. He was a rock ’n’ roll bad boy, there was no doubting that, but she’d also found he had a heart, too. He was a compassionate person and he’d listened to her, asked questions while trying not to pry about her life with Trent. He’d let her cry on his shoulder, just like Hunter would.
Sally admitted, even though she’d just met Shane, she was falling in love with him. But she knew he could never return her feelings. He was a soon-to-be rock star. The world was at his feet, and so was any woman he wanted. She couldn’t compete with that.
“So you wanna head over to the hotel with me?” he asked, eyes still sparkling from the sexual charge of the orgy they’d engaged in.
“More sex?” She giggled and raised her eyebrows. “Yeesh, don’t you ever get tired, rockstar?”
His grin widened and he lifted her hand to his lips to kiss each fingertip. “Never.”
She shivered. “What the hell? I’m only gonna live once, right?” She shrugged, smiled, and tried to control the butterflies of renewed anticipation fluttering in her stomach.
He took her hand and led her to a luxurious stretch limousine that the band and some girls were piling into.
Sally wedged herself between a redhead in a cute, pink polka dot halter top and the Italian Stallion—the nickname given to the band’s bass player for his sexual prowess. And, judging by what she’d seen during the orgy, his endowment in certain areas. Shane told Nathan, the stallion, to move over and let him sit next to his woman. Sally’s heart thrilled at that, but she reminded herself it meant nothing to him.
The back of the limo was huge, and Sally marveled at the luxury. Growing up lower-middle class, she’d never seen anything like this. Not even at her prom. She knew most of the guys in the band weren’t wealthy, so she wondered if Shane’s dad had splurged on them tonight. Maybe to celebrate their first concert. She didn’t bother pondering it long. She was too busy soaking in her surroundings.
Plush, velvety seats stretched across the back of the limo on either side of the long passenger side doors. A console jutted up from the floor, holding buckets crammed with ice and bottles of champagne.
A raven haired beauty plucked a bottle of champagne from one of these buckets and she swirled her tongue over the cork while she watched the lead singer. He licked his lips as she slipped the neck of the dark green bottle into her mouth. Her eyes never left his as she sucked and slurped on the chilled, sweating glass like it was his dick. Sally had no doubt the woman’s show was a blatant invitation to her intended target.
Judging by the growing bulge in the lead singer’s snug pleather pants, he was more than ready to accept.
The raven haired beauty wore a tight, short royal blue mini with white piping across the top of the bodice. She lifted the hem of her dress, revealing she wore no panties beneath. She hiked the dress up over her hips, displaying her glistening, shaved pussy to all. Then she spread her legs and propped one silver stiletto heel up on the door handle. Now positioned, she slid the neck of the bottle up and down her inner labia. She gasped from the cool touch of the glass, and Sally’s noticed pretty much every guy in the limo was getting a hard on.
Sally couldn’t blame them. The woman put on quite a seductive show. She watched the lead singer, her intended quarry, as she slipped the corked end of the bottle inside her cunt.
Slowly she thrust the cool glass in and out of her. Sally watched as her pink, shining hole gripped the bottle tight with each motion. The lead singer dipped his head and his tongue flit out to taste the woman’s clit.
The woman moaned and clutched at the man’s mass of thick, blond curls. She pumped the bottle in and out of herself faster. The man between her legs now sucked her clit into his mouth and wrapped his hand around the bottle, taking over for her. She clung to him as she shivered and moaned from the building pleasure.
Shane nuzzled Sally’s neck and his hand slid over her thigh. Everyone in the limo was getting horned up, and who could blame them! She turned in his arms and gave a shy smile before he traced her bottom lip with his tongue.
His fingers tickled up her inner thigh, slinking beneath her skirt. Soon he slipped them beneath her silky thong and stroked her clitoris until it throbbed with a pleasant tingling.
Her hand moved to his belt buckle just as the limo stopped outside the hotel.
The raven-haired beauty let out a disappointed groan as the lead singer pulled from her lap.
Shane drew back from Sally and she, too, felt disappointment.
“We’ll finish this inside,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose. “I promise.”
The hotel was where Nathan and Bradley were staying. The accommodations weren’t extravagant. They’d rented a nice, spacious suite at Chateau Saint John. Crème walls matched the golden and white furniture, and when Sally looked at the party going on inside, she wondered how long said furniture or walls would stay pristine. There were two double beds in the room, and both were soon occupied by more than two people having sex.
She and Shane walked through a set of open French doors leading into the attached room. Inside, someone had set up a type of makeshift stage. Long rubber sheets covered the stage and the area surrounding it. And in the center of the raised platform sat a massive phallus sculpted from ice.
Sally drew Shane closer as a naked, masked woman with long, powder blue curls approached the sculpture. She danced a sinuous dance around it, bending or dipping to her knees every so often to stroke or lick the effigy. Drums boomed out from speakers somewhere in the room and the woman’s hips rocked in time to the beat.
After she circled the phallus once more, she approached it and embraced the statue with both hands. She ran her palms up its transparent, sleek sides. She lapped at its carved glans then spread her mou
th around its impressive girth to suck.
Sally grew wet just watching her seductive performance. And, as if the woman could read her desire, she drifted off the stage and sashayed her way over to Sally. She held out a hand clad in a sequined, powder blue glove. Sally looked at Shane, who smiled wide and nodded. So she took the woman’s hand and let herself be led away.
The woman stopped at the single stair leading to the stage. She turned to Shane and beckoned with her finger. He wasted no time joining the elusive lady and his lover on the platform.
The woman made them stand completely still while she peeled off their clothes with agonizing slowness. As she did this, she licked, stroked, nipped, and suckled at erogenous zones. Soon Sally was so horny the blood sounded like a rushing river in her ears as it pumped furiously through her veins.
Then, with a giggle, the woman flit away, but she took Sally’s hand, leading her closer to the ice sculpture phallus. With a hand, she motioned for Shane to wait. He wasn’t allowed to approach just yet. Instead, the fae-like woman led Sally in a sexy dance around the sculpture.
Then the woman offered up the gigantic dildo, like she was offering a gift to a newfound lover. She wrapped her arms around Sally from behind, embracing her as she pressed her tight against the cold, wet statute. The masked woman rocked her hips against Sally’s ass, making Sally jut her pelvis forward too. She let out a groan-gasp when her clit slid up the icy, slick surface.
The woman traced the shell of her ear with a skilled tongue. This masked lover squeezed her tits then rolled and teased her nipples. All the while, the woman continued to make her masturbate with the statue by rubbing her sex against it. Sally shuddered and came quickly from the combination of fire and ice stimulation.
That was when the masked woman allowed Shane to join their performance. As he approached, Sally noticed a crowd had gathered around the stage to watch them. Some murmured encouragement, and some even clapped when she writhed and moaned in the throes of orgasm. She blushed and the heat of humiliation filled her. But this sense of shame warred with a sense of exhilaration, of complete and total sexual freedom. She’d never felt so alive and frightened all at once in her life, and a part of her wished this night would never end.
The masked woman guided her over the ice phallus while she motioned for Shane to get behind. Slowly, this strange lady helped her ease down onto the frigid shaft. Her pussy clenched tight as the rock hard coldness entered it. She gasped and curled her hips forward, making the icy slickness lick her cunt walls with frozen fire. The sensation stirred a pleasure / pain she wanted to reject at first, but welcomed as she found enjoyment in the challenge.
The woman walked around front of her and dropped to her knees, as if she were praying to a goddess and her consort. Her tongue flit out and skipped over her lover’s clit. The hot stroke of tongue coupled with the icy thrusts inside her nearly made Sally come right then and there again.
The woman took a break from eating pussy only long enough to wordlessly position Shane. She heard whispers, and then throaty groans, and she had a feeling she knew exactly what their masked lover was telling her man to do.
The woman returned to suckle and lap at her clit. Soon she was awash in an icy, electric fire that filled her with bliss. Behind her, her man parted her ass cheeks and tilted her apple-shaped bottom higher in the air. She let out a shrill cry when his hot tongue traced up and down her crack, poked inside her anus. Her screams of pleasure elicited applause from the crowd. Some of the gathered party-goers began erotic dances of their own, as if in tribute.
Fingers wet with salvia now slid up inside her rectum. Her eyes rolled back in her head under this assault of hot / cold, pleasure / pain sensation. Her legs went weak, and the lover behind her had to dig his fingers in, grip her hips hard just to keep her upright. She also braced herself on the masked woman’s shoulders.
Once she was well lubed up with spit, the lover behind her slipped his steely cock up her anus. She squealed and cooed as the shaft filled her with scorching sensation. He was only a few thrusts in when she came hard, shivering and shaking atop the ice phallus once again.
She pulled off the icy shaft, unable to take the cold so deep inside her any longer. But she left her ass high in the air, telling her lover to “finish and cum all over her.” He did as she requested, then he and the masked lady cleaned her up with eager tongues. The room filled with uproarious applause.
***
The cab dropped Mickie and Hunter off and Hunter tipped the cabbie well. He was feeling happy and particularly generous. Part of him questioned his craziness tonight—having a foursome with his twin brother, step sister, and patrol partner was so unlike him. He was the reserved one, the responsible one. But even the responsible one needed to get a little wild sometimes.
He threw an arm over Mickie’s shoulder and smiled down at her. At some point during the night she’d managed to pin her hair up, and she’d also picked up a pink newsboy cap. He had no idea where or when, but she did look as cute as a button with only wisps of hair poking out the pastel cap. He hugged her close and kissed her forehead as they staggered to the front door.
She moved back from him a bit, stopping just past the looming pine that grew near the side of the house. “Hunter…I just want to tell you that—”
Her words were stolen away as a black glove closed over her mouth, smothering her scream. Hunter lunged and went to grab for her, but something thick and metal slammed into the back of his skull.
His eyes fluttered closed, and the last thing he saw was a masked figure dragging away the woman he loved.
***
Hard Rock Stepbrothers Part 4
“You aren’t Sally?”
The man that stood over Mickie was pale and spattered with freckles. His dark auburn hair contrasted starkly with his blanched face. He’d just turned the light on in the tiny shack, and now he gaped at a bewildered Mickie, looking just as perplexed as she figured she did.
Her head throbbed and her throat felt like sandpaper. Hunter sat propped up beside her. His hands were bound behind his back with thick rope and a dingy white gag was tied over his mouth. He was out cold, and a small thread of blood glistened on his temple.
“What the hell’s going on here?” Mickie croaked. She found her hands were also tied behind her back, but their captor hadn’t gagged her yet.
Their captor slid a chair across the slat board floor and straddled it. He crossed his arms and rested them atop the back, then propped his chin on them while he stared at her.
“The boss is gonna be pissed.” He sighed and closed his eyes. His face crinkled up, like he was thinking hard on this situation.
Mickie looked at her stepbrother, Hunter, and worried. What had this asshole done to him? And what had he done to her? She felt groggy and her head and shoulders ached like a rotten tooth.
As she stared at the guy, she realized this had to be a corrupt cop who was a part of the cocaine trafficking story she was working on for the Saint John’s Gazette. What would her editor in chief say if he could see her right now? He’d already been worried about the ticklish nature of this story, but he’d still wangled an undercover deal for Mickie. She’d been working as the police chief’s secretary, using an assumed name while she gathered information for her expose. Only the chief, and Hunter and his patrol partner, Sally Rollins, had known her real identity.
So someone had to have sold her out to the drug dealers, she thought, and the thought struck terror in her heart. For now, she tamped it down and tried to focus on getting herself and Hunter out of this situation.
Just as the guy stood up, Hunter awoke. He shook his head slowly, giving pained groans as his eyes fluttered open. When he focused on their captor, he went crazy in his bonds. Muffled shouts filtered through his gag.
Giving a cruel smile, the man walked over to Hunter. He was about Hunter’s size and similarly built, but his face, his eyes, had a frenetic look that made Mickie nervous.
He yanked the ga
g from Hunter’s mouth, and Hunter said, “Trent Farrow, you sonofabitch. When I get outta here, you’ll never walk straight again.”
Trent scoffed at the threat. “You ain’t getting out of here, Fayette. I’m gonna make sure of that.” Then he turned to Mickie, ran a spidery finger down her chin. “You and your pretty lady are gonna disappear forever.”
Hunter snarled and spit curses at the man. Using his shoulder, he managed to knock the man off balance and away from Mickie. Trent tilted backward on his haunches and then fell to his ass.
He scrambled to his knees and reared back with a fist, punching Hunter hard in the nose. Hunter yelped and blood flowed. Mickie lunged at their captor and screamed, “Bastard!”
Trent pushed her back, so she slammed hard into the bare wall behind her. Hunter went for him again, but nearly fell over sitting up. He seemed woozy from his hit on the head.
Trent stood up and moved away from them. He shook his head and rubbed the side of his face. “Nope, the boss won’t like this at all. I gotta go find Sally and off the three of you before dawn.”
With that, he left the shack, but not before dousing the light by the door. Once more, Mickie and Hunter were surrounded by murky shadows.
***
Sally woke up in a tangle of arms and legs. Her skin was sticky and her head throbbed, but she felt wonderful. She slipped from beneath the single sheet and stretched like a cat.
Hands molded to her bare hips, stopping her as she went to slide off the mattress. She looked back at a sleepy-eyed Shane. He smiled as he rubbed a hand across his day old stubble.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He laced his fingers between hers.
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