by Nicole Snow
He just drives for a few seconds. Then he looks at me and narrows his eyes. The shadows dance with a few fresh bruises on his jaw.
“Yeah. Sorry some asshole I trusted turned out to be a piece of shit.”
I snort. I should've known he wasn't really going to give me an honest, heartfelt apology. Still, he's gone quiet, serious, and the bright blue eagle eyes he's got fixed on me haven't moved a notch.
“But that's only half the issue. Claire, you're right. With you, I'm a controlling motherfucker. I'm jealous. Loose cannon doesn't begin to describe the way my damned heart beats whenever I feel another man's eyes on you. Let's be straight – any asshole who swoops in for a kiss would've gotten the treatment I gave Karl. That's what anybody with a swinging dick's gonna get as long as I'm around. You're making me fucking crazy. I won't let any man fuck you, even if he brings you roses, candy, and martinis for the privilege. We both know the only dick worth having between your legs is mine.”
My ears start ringing. I'm still a little drunk, and my brain struggles to truly process what he's saying.
I'm not sure if I should be flattered or completely horrified.
The car jerks, and for a second all my worries are dashed by the fear that he's going to drive us right off one of the high ocean cliffs overlooking the coastline up to Bellingham.
By the time I remember to breathe, we're heading down a small service road, into a dense forest. He pulls over, kills the engine, and brings us to full stop.
“Ty...this is crazy.” My voice sound so small. “We can't really do this, you know. We can't, our parents are married, we're practically brother and –“
“Sis?” He says it and sends needles dancing up my spine. “I don't give a fucking shit. It's not like we're blood related and we'll make mutant babies or something. I've been fighting this shit since the minute I laid eyes on you. I've never been so obsessed. I can't shake it. Absolutely fucking can't. And you know that? Pussy's easy come, easy go in my world. Only, for some crazy reason, yours is stuck on my mind, twenty-four-fucking-seven like a jackhammer drilling into my skull. Stop pretending you don't want this.”
He unbuckles his seat belt and leans in close. My heart's swollen with all the bitter lies I keep trying to tell myself, trying to tell him. It hurts because they're not true.
I do want him, dammit. We both know it.
And now I remember how fucking good his lips feel against mine.
Ty's kiss crashes into my lips and swallows me up like a tsunami. His heat sweeps over me, and I can barely remember to kiss him back before he starts growling into my mouth.
God, that growl. He's a feral man, and that's what makes this so insane, but the heat in my body doesn't lie.
It shouts down the crap I've tried to tell myself. Lust is a thousand times louder. My nipples are like pebbles underneath my shirt, and everything beneath my waist coils tighter, tighter, ready to snap if he doesn't dig in and unwind the tension.
My mind races at light speed while his kiss quickens. Ty's got his hands around my back now, shoving me close, pulling me over the divider between us. I bend around him, as naturally as if we were always designed to fit.
“Fuck, babe,” he snarls, fisting my hair. “You ready to admit you want this yet? Or do I have to prove how damned good it'll be?”
No. I'll deny it a hundred times if it makes him set me on fire like this. But eventually, kiss by fiery kiss, I'm going to give in.
The good girl inside me stomps her feet and whimpers as he kisses me again. I try to squirm back toward the steering wheel, but Ty's hands won't let me maneuver away, won't let me resist. He holds me down and pulls my soft locks again.
This time, he bites me. It's hot, unexpected, and just a little bit scary.
The scant kisses I've had with other boys can't even compare to this. They're not in the same universe.
He doesn't stop for air either. This man's lips don't quit. They're just driving deeper, harder, ruthlessly taking me over. His tongue pushes into my lips and holds me open. I'm shaking and I can't stop the moan from steaming into his mouth.
He growls back, sucks my bottom lip with his teeth, shoving his tongue against mine. I can't even imagine playing hard to get when he's already inside me, whirling his tongue against mine like he owns it.
Hot. Wet. Unapologetic.
His hands dip down and go below my waist. I moan for precious air when he cups my hips and squeezes. My ass jerks in his hands, and I swing up, accidentally grinding into his lap.
His lips quirk up in a smile against mine when I gasp, feeling how huge and hard he is. He must've planned this. He had to!
Nothing else explains why I'm going to pieces all over this thick, tattooed prince who talks like a street thug. When his thumbs hook just below the waistband to my skirt, catching my panties too, I jerk up and pull away.
I can't speak. I'm too stupefied, too alive with pleasure coursing through my system. My body doesn't want to do anything but feel. All my blood goes straight to making sure I'm burning and wet for him.
Ty's ocean eyes are brighter than ever, small worlds dancing in his sockets. He doesn't say anything as he shoves my bottom down in one rough push.
“Oh, God!” I practically come on the spot, and he hasn't even touched me yet. Not there.
If it didn't feel so good, I'd be embarrassed. He's fucked a small army of weekly concubines, and I'm just a pathetic virgin, one more reason to hate him for the gulf of sexual experience between us.
Yeah, that's right. I still hate this asshole with his hands on my bare ass, pouring his hot breath all over me, even if I happen to love what he's doing to me.
He lifts up a hand and aims it at the control panel beneath the window. I jump as the seat falls back, flattening itself low and nearly horizontal. Great, now my bare, slick pussy is practically pressed right against his dick, separated only by his jeans.
I try to edge up, but he grabs me, and pins me down on his waist with a growl. “Don't you fucking move, babe. That's my job.”
“Ty, I don't know about –“
This? I think to myself, finishing it as his face goes between my legs. He drags me right where he wants me, making room for us, cutting off my words. One lick, and hell, I don't know about anything.
All the thoughts I have about wriggling away from him and saving face are obliterated the instant his tongue licks between my folds. He licks long, slow, and deep, making me feel how incredible this can be if I just shut up and go along with it.
He's controlling every fucking thing I do, even from the bottom. I want to slap him across the face, keep hitting him before the shame and confusion kills me. But this control, these orders gliding from his mouth on my tender skin...I don't mind it.
My trembling hands resist the urge to fight and clamp down on his shoulders. It's just as well, because his licks are speeding up, making my entire body rock with his hunger. He finds my clit, pulls it into his mouth, and starts dragging the ferocious tip of his tongue across it.
I think about those stupid superhero flicks Mom grew up watching, and insisted on sharing with me when I was a kid.
Bam! Pow! Hiss!
One thing's for sure – he's an honest-to-God ninja when his mouth covers my pussy – and he isn't going to stop until I either say it or blow the car's windows out with my screams.
It's an easy decision, and yet another one he makes for me. The wave pulsing through my body, shooting up my spine and exploding in my brain, doesn't stop for anything. It's like a runaway freight train, and I just realize my pussy's grinding eagerly back against his mouth before I lose it.
Stop fucking thinking so much, beautiful, I hear him growling in my head. Shut the fuck up and come for me.
His hands clench tighter on my ass and he drags me across his face, fucking me with his tongue, quickening the strokes like he's tonguing the last desperate crescendo on some instrument. Oh, except I'm that instrument, and my body can't hold anymore of the manic fire he's sending t
hrough my bones.
My blood boils a hundred degrees hotter and I dig my fingernails into his shoulders. My head snaps back and my neck stretches. The volcano in my lower belly goes off, firing upward, a full body eruption resonating from my pussy into every single extremity.
“Jesus! Fuck! Ty!”
I've never been a religious girl, but I think I've found a new holy trinity. I call out to it again and again and again as my body comes in waves.
And when I say my body, I mean every muscle.
It's so strong I almost can't stand it. But when the energy hits my fingers, my toes, curling them like burning bark, I stop just short of passing out. I rock and hitch and scream, gushing on his face, every muscle pleading for him to finish what he's started.
Ty reminds me once again how intimately he knows a woman's body as I'm coming down. His licks soften, growing gentler as I'm gasping and trying to focus my breath. The spasms lessen, and my first orgasm at the hands and lips of a man passes in one last flush of steam.
“Okay, you win,” I ooze into his ear, resting my head on his shoulder. “Maybe I do want this. Maybe.”
He pulls me back and looks deep into my eyes. Then he kisses me again, making me taste the remnants of myself on his lips, forcing another hungry growl into my mouth.
“You'd better be fucking sure, babe,” he says when he breaks the kiss. “There're no do overs here, Claire. No mulligans. This game goes all the way to the finish line. If you fuck with me, we'll both end up broken.”
My fingers ache as I finally lift them off his shoulders, gliding them down his chest. Jesus, he's so ripped. I can't believe I'm freely touching him and loving it, admiring how chiseled his mountainous muscles really are.
“You think I don't know that?” My heart swells in perfect rhythm with other parts of me as he slips a hand underneath my blouse and runs it along with my spine. “I'm serious about this, Ty. I'm serious about you, especially because it almost sounds like you're looking for more than a quick and dirty thing.”
His eyes go wide. I get a perfect, unobstructed view of those glacial eyes, now moving like they're melting under a high arctic sun. “Damned right I am. Just never found a chick worth trying that shit with 'til I met you.”
He kisses me again. It's hard, long, hot, and furious. I don't think I can even find the words to describe this kiss.
My mind's spinning – fucking whirling – trying to comprehend the fact that I'm really about to let my brutal step-brother punch the V-card I've held onto for way too many years.
I don't know why I have to confess it. Maybe it'll do something to help me regain my footing, help me grab this thing by the horns before my pussy's wrapped around him the same way.
“Ty, wait.” It takes all my energy to sever our lips. “There's something you need to know.”
My lips shake. He looks at me when I pause for too long, then reaches up and brushes my hair back, tangling his strong fingers along the way.
“Tell me.”
“Uh, I've never...”
Fuck. How the hell do I come clean about this?
“What?” He presses.
“I'm kinda new to sex. I'm...a virgin.”
Something goes off in my head. There's a droning sound, something spinning, the entire world collapsing in on itself like someone's blowing a didgeridoo in both my ears.
“Babe?” There's a long pause in his voice. “Babe!”
I should've known it was too good to be true. A second later, the curtain falls across my eyes. I'm falling too deep into a thick, dark blackout to know anything at all.
6
Long Fuse (Ty)
Fuck me.
A minute ago, I was two seconds away from tearing off my pants and burying my greedy dick deep in her heavenly cunt. Then she had to set off a nuke in my ear and pass the fuck out.
As if it's not a big enough shock to know I'm the first bastard who's gonna have her pussy, she goes dead cold. Out like a dude going down in the ring.
Shit. Fuck.
I lift Claire off me and roll her soft body 'til she's flattened in her seat, checking her pulse, wrestling to remember everything I know about first aid. I hold my face to her lips, measuring her breath.
I wouldn't have done this shit if I still thought she was drunk. I have a raging red flash of the Swede in my mind, and I silently vow I'm gonna put him in his fucking grave if he's slipped her something more than booze, even if I need to track his evil ass to Stockholm.
No, she's too stable to be drugged by more than alcohol. Her vitals are good. I'm no doctor, but I know when some poor woman's been fucked up. I've seen it before with girls in the club, and always end up beating the shit outta the rat sons of bitches who're responsible.
She's just on overload. Overwhelmed by what I did to her, what we were about to do.
Goddamn. I need to get her home. I pull her panties and skirt back up with a sigh, then readjust my dick so it doesn't rip outta my pants.
I drive like hell. My heart's still pounding as I go through the gate and pull into the garage. I never take my hand off Claire's, making sure her pulse stays steady and her temperature doesn't drop.
I should take the back entrance downstairs to sneak in. But I gotta carry her, and I'm not gonna risk tripping on some firewood or old gardening tools laying around side of the house.
I don't give a single fuck who sees us.
I'll take all the hell my dad or his Congresswoman wifey wanna lay on me. Getting her tucked into bed with some blood going to her brain's all that matters right now.
I move fast, holding her tight against my chest. We get downstairs without encountering any shit. Laying her out in her room, I draw a blanket over her, and then head to the wet bar a few rooms over for some water.
I don't know if I should wake her up to drink. She's out deep, mumbling to herself every time I brush her cheek. She's warm, like she's got a slight fever.
Fuck. This thing's got me twisted up. It's hell deciding what to do.
If I rush her off to the nearest doctor, the prick'll probably chide me for being a jumpy boyfriend, and there's always the risk our asshole parents will find out. That's sure to go over like lighting a bonfire inside my old man's yacht.
“Ty? Ty? Ty?” She keeps repeating my name, soft and sleepy. Hypnotic, almost.
I brush her face, but she doesn't move like she's fully conscious. She'll be okay. She's gotta be. There'll just be one fuck of a hangover waiting for her tomorrow.
I'm still imagining all the ways I'm gonna castrate the Swede if I'm dead wrong and something does happen to her. I have to stay here tonight. If I can't bring her in to the town clinic, then I sure as hell can't leave her alone.
I kick off my shoes and climb in next to her. Her bed's a good size, newer and bigger than mine, but it feels tiny with her pressed up against me. I wrap one arm around her waist and tug her close, using half my mental energy to make my dick behave.
It took having my hands and mouth all over her to make Claire admit she wanted this. Now, it's my turn to resist, and I've gotta strangle my own goddamned brain to keep my hands from wandering all over her.
It feels like hours pass before I finally drift to sleep. Right before I do, I make damned sure her heartbeat and breathing are steady.
So far, so good.
She'll get through this, and so will I. This shit's just one hurdle. There's still a lotta summer left to fuck the absolute hell outta this girl, rock her world 'til there's nothing left to stand on.
A virgin! No shit. I can't stop thinking about her dirty little secret while sleep tugs at my eyes. How fucked up is it that I'm obsessed with boning a real, dyed in the wool, card carrying virgin girl who's never so much as touched a dick 'til tonight?
I'm used to fucking sluts who've practiced sucking off half of Club Zing before they finally get their lips on my golden cock. But with her, I'm glad she's never had anybody else.
I'm fucking thrilled, calmed, tossed into Zen-mode by it.
I wasn't bullshitting her earlier. One ugly thought of another man having his way with her, willing or not, is all it takes to twist the key in my chest and make me wanna go into full psycho murder mode.
It's nuts. I shouldn't be this possessive, this crazy obsessed with fucking and owning her every way a man can. Thing is, shouldn't doesn't really mean shit when I'm fully prepared to gut any ballsy motherfucker who comes within shouting distance of her panties.
I can't fuck her tonight. But I will. And I'll be the only one who ever does.
This sweet, innocent virgin girl wrapped up in my arms is gonna feel every inch of me, and she's gonna goddamned love it. She'll love me. She'll want me. She'll look right past all my flaws. And she's never, ever gonna get enough of this dick once it gets inside her, just like I'll never be able to think straight 'til I've had my fill of her.
Only problem is, I know that once I've had a taste, there's no fucking way I'll ever settle for less. I've got an eerie feeling the last woman I'm ever gonna fuck is hooked tight and warm around me right now, and it's fucking scary.
“Sleep tight, babe,” I whisper in the darkness. “You'll need it. You were mine, mine, and only fucking mine the second you stepped into the club tonight. Once I get my hands on something good, I don't let go. They'll have to kill me and drag you outta my dead limp hands.”
I wake up at the crack of dawn like always.
She's sitting up next to me, rubbing her eyes. Can't tell if it's disbelief that I'm next to her, or else if she's trying to shake off all the shit from last night.
“Ty?” Her voice is so soft.
I roll over, grab the water bottle I've got strategically placed on the night stand, and push it into her hands after unscrewing the cap. “Drink this and go back to sleep, babe. It's been a late night.”
For a second, it looks like she's gonna pout. I give her a stern look and don't let up 'til she brings it to her lips. I'm secretly relieved she's not passed out or running into the bathroom to puke her guts out.
The fact that she's sitting up drinking means the exhaustion last night was all stress and hangover. Nothing more.