by Nicole Snow
“Fucking-A. You're a goddamned whore when you're pussy's on my dick – you know that? I fucking love it.”
So do I. I should be offended, but his filthy talk turns me on. Prince Charming has a tongue like a whip, and I bare myself for every strike.
I grind my soaked slit against his length again, showing my teeth, hissing out my wanton need that's all slut.
Never doubt a virgin girl who's been clinging to her purity for far too long. Ty pulls back and gives my wrists a rough shove, holding them in place. His dick takes aim and starts to push inside me when he thrusts forward.
My eyes go wide. I'm struggling to count inside my head so I don't forget to breathe. But my brain can't even comprehend numbers when he's halfway inside me, pushing his way in, filling me with that mad, masculine fullness that's Ty to the core.
“Fuck, you're tight.” He sounds amazed, and it comes out in a whisper.
Apparently, I'm not the only one going breathless here. He's much more experienced than I am, and he shows it a second later when he increases his force, plunging his cock into me until it can't go any farther.
My pussy stretches around him. The tingle's hot, precariously positioned between pain and pleasure, but I know I want more of it.
I shove my lips up to his and we kiss. It's all the signal he needs to roll back and pound into me again, this time a little faster. I moan into his mouth and twine my tongue with his. His tongue pumps in and out, rhythmically matching the tempo of his dick, fucking me in both holes at once.
My hands keep flexing, struggling to grab onto something, but he won't let them up. I'm being buried by this animal all over me, my filthy step-brother, the last man on earth who should be slamming his giant cock against the entrance to my womb.
I don't care anymore. I swear I fucking don't.
I can't bring myself to care about anything except how good it feels, and how incredibly quick he's making me come my brains out.
“Just keep fucking me back, babe,” he growls. “It's about to get a whole lot faster.”
He isn't lying. My pussy struggles to accommodate him as he tilts his hips and starts pumping me two, three, four times as fast. I manage to get one hand on top of his hand and hold on for dear life.
A scream comes belting out of my mouth. There's no time to muffle it, but Ty does it for me, shifting up so he can fuck without needing to hold the other hand on the bed. He grabs my legs, pulls them around him, and keeps on going, clapping his palm tight over my mouth.
The insane pressure sets me off.
I fucking bite him as everything below my waist coils up and explodes. The firestorm hits my brain a second later, and I'm bathed in mind-bending pleasure, a current of animal pleasure that takes me into a whole new zone.
When I'm here, I don't care about Gary or Mom or even the fact that Ty's leaving. I don't care about bursting a lung and telling everyone in this house that I'm fucking my own step-brother.
Jesus, I don't even care about how I'm going to sit straight at work tomorrow.
Ty snarls, quickening his thrusts, slamming between my legs like a human jackhammer. The bed's slapping the floor and squealing. I swear it's louder than the way it rocked when he was fucking his club slut.
It's a big mistake thinking about that bitch halfway through my orgasm. Her memory makes me want to suck every last drop of come from his balls, make him unload everything inside me, all the seed he'll ever have.
If he's my first fuck, then I want to be his last. I want to keep coming on this cock forever, depriving every other woman on earth from experiencing his glory.
I'm finally starting to breathe again, coming down from the high, and realizing what a jealous bitch I am. Ty looks at me and slows his strokes, just enough to bring his lips to my ear.
“You'd better get used to this feeling, Claire. You're gonna spend every spare second you've got glued to my cock when we're both in this house. I'm fucked when I come inside you. Straight up fuckin' doomed. I'll be thinking about how good this sweet cunt feels wrapped around me the same way I think about drawing my next breath.” He pauses, slams his cock into me harder, rocking my whole body. “I fucking need this, dammit. I need what's mine.”
There's that M-word again. Hearing it a few more times doesn't lessen the impact. When he says it, my toes curl, and not just because his cock's plunging deeper, harder, faster.
What the hell does it mean to truly belong to Ty Sterner? To be his?
I come a little closer to understanding when he picks up his hips and fucks into me again. The hot, feral voice in my ear fades into a sucking kiss just below my ear. His teeth graze my tender skin, and then he sinks them in rougher.
He's biting me. Marking me the same way a wild animal claims a mate.
As if this couldn't get any more wrong...
Fuck, why does it feel so good to be bad?
He finally releases the death grip he's got on my hands. I wrap my fingers over his strong neck and hold on tight, pulling myself up tighter to meet his deep strokes, fucking him back.
Ty's words come in slower, heavier bursts when he releases his teeth. Or maybe I'm just losing my sense of time. The superhuman pleasure crashing in this bed blurs everything.
“Oh, fuck...baby...fucking shit...fuck, fuck, fuck!”
The last few F-bombs drop in a steady beat, perfectly synchronized with the thud of his hips on mine. He's fucking me so hard and deep his pubic bone grinds against my clit, introducing me to yet another delicious sensation.
I can feel the music in our bodies. My veins sing, lungs full of fire, begging him to fill me. I want to overflow with his seed.
My pussy starts clenching on his dick just as a lower, rougher growl pours from his throat. The next few thrusts are dynamite. Explosions pick my muscles up and slam me down – or else it's just the incredible clap of his skin on mine as he slams himself into me at breakneck speed.
I can't feel my fingers. I'm probably scratching raw lines down his muscular back, but there's no sign he cares. If anything, it's edging him on.
I'm coming before he grabs my ass, pulls me up onto his cock, and impales me on his fullness. That's when I feel him swelling, holding himself against my womb as his tip balloons.
“Fuck, Claire – fucking come with me!”
I have to bury my face in his shoulder before orgasm beats me blind and stupid. It's all I can do not to scream so loud it'll echo through the house. Ty's shaft throbs deep inside me, and he holds me down while thick magma jets burst inside me, deeper than ever, completely flooding my depths.
We're fucking and rocking and coming for a small eternity. I swear our bodies match the rolling Pacific behind the house.
Hungry. Roaring. Insatiable.
His muscles flex around me like never before. It would take a bomb to break us apart. We're glued together as molten come pumps into me, pumps deep, pumps for what feels like forever.
He doesn't stop growling. It's a steady hum, a mantra rooted in his ecstasy, a sound I'll remember on my deathbed. I'll never get tired of hearing this thunder.
I'm already missing it when the pleasurable hurricane washing over us fades. Baser sensations return to the numbness pooling in my toes, and it rolls up my body. I'm going to hurt like hell tomorrow.
I'll probably be sore, inside and out, but it's not like it stops me from wanting more. I bring my lips to his and bury myself in a long, wet kiss.
His lips taste sweet, full, and addictive. Okay, now I'm in really big trouble.
What the hell are we going to do? The deed's done, and I hope to God it's not the last time. But if he really has to leave before the end of the summer, that means I'll lose these monstrous muscles wrapped around me.
His hands help me settle on the bed. Slowly, he pulls out, climbs over my legs, and flops down. I lay on his chest, just savoring his heartbeat, trying to quiet all the hateful worries flooding my head.
“That was so good, Ty. Better than anything I imagined.” My voice pur
rs faintly, robbed of its energy by our sex. I like it.
“Good. We'd both be in trouble if I disappointed a fucking virgin.” He smiles. “You rocked my world too, in case you're wondering. It doesn't take mad skills to get me off. Long as you look half as pretty as you do now, I'm gonna need to rub balm on my dick or some shit before the summer's out.”
The joke's so crude and ridiculous it makes me laugh. I roll my fingers down his chest, fixing them around the tiger's black eyes staring out through his muscle.
“Okay, what's the deal with the cat? Did you eat too many Frosted Flakes as a kid, or what?”
He slaps me on the ass. I yelp, shocked, but quickly return his soft smile when I hear him chuckling.
“That's my latest and greatest, babe. Probably got room for a few more, but this one will be hard to beat.” He stares at the ceiling, as if he's taking a long journey through time and space. “I had it done a couple years ago, right after I got back from India. I pretended to give a shit about Spree's new market so I could tag along. Soon as I was off the plane, I slipped out and explored. Ended up having tea with this shaman, who did some mystic reading and told me this was my spirit animal. I thought he was full of shit 'til I saw the cat staring at us out his window.”
“No way!” I slap his chest, wondering if he's just jerking me around. Then again, I guess we already did plenty of that.
“No bullshit. That big, beautiful bastard came right up to the window and showed his teeth. Man eating tiger, stripes and all. He looked right at me. The old guru just shrugged like he was expecting the thing to come in and drop off a package. The sly smile on that fucker's face trumped my doubts.”
Flashing him a mischievous smile, I slide my hand lower, resting on his tight packed abs. “Oh? I thought you told me you weren't the superstitious type?”
“No, not really. Shit, I'll leave the door open to anything, even a little crack. This world's a strange place. Besides, I'll say anything if it gets me more of this pussy, babe.” He preempts my slow, plodding circuit to his dick by pushing his hand between my legs and finding my clit. “I'm not just saying that to be an ass. I'm hooked. I dunno about nirvana beyond this world, but the pink between your legs is as close to heaven as I'm gonna get.”
He rubs just enough to bring me into the zone. Then, without warning, he pulls his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips. I watch in stunned silence as he licks my cream into his mouth.
His hand darts out and slaps my ass again, this time a little more playfully. “Now, stand up and get dressed,” he orders.
What the hell? We can't be done here!
“Huh? Why?” I stutter.
“Because somebody needs to go upstairs and make sure the coast is clear. If you don't see your ma or Joan putzing around, we'll go right back to fucking, and I won't even have to gag you this time.”
Asshole.
I'm smiling, trying to fix my screwed up sex hair as I quickly dress. Asshole or not, I want to hurry up and return to this bed as soon as I can. Anything to have him inside me again.
“How the hell am I going to survive the rest of the summer?” I ask him, pulling my shirt down over my belly.
Ty folds his hands behind his head and shrugs. “Fucked if I know. Good thing we've got about seven or eight weeks before my old man has me arrested for hanging here. That's plenty of time, and I'm gonna do more than break you in. Your pussy's gonna fit my dick like a goddamned glove by the time I ship off for Alaska. That's a fucking promise.”
I wish I could make him promise not to leave.
Tomorrow's a complete mystery to me, and so is next week. It doesn't bother me as much as it will later. Today, all I want to do is fuck my step-brother a few more times until I can't move.
Is that so wrong? And if it is, I've got a bad feeling I won't know what's right ever again.
I'm dragging on Monday morning.
Every time I stand up, walk, or even just sit with my legs stretched out, my body reminds me of the filthy fuckfest we had all through the night.
Ty on top of me. Ty thrusting into me from behind, pinching my ass cheeks tight in his hands, shoving my face into the pillows. Screaming my pleasure to the steady clap of his balls against my skin. Ty all around me, burying me, owning me, fucking me, growling threats into my ear about all the ways he's going to make me crave him forever.
God. I think I know how a freshly fired pistol feels.
The worst part? He's absolutely right.
I'm on day two since getting my v-card punched, and I'm already hooked to this man and his savage bedroom ride. And if that's not incredible enough, Ty got up early to drive me into work. It's hard to be around him all dressed up, thinking about the ways he can mess up my neat business outfit all over again.
I can barely concentrate during the team meeting this morning, much less this list building exercise Dan Jacobsen wants done by the week's end.
The names wash over me. I see nothing but vulgar, sweaty, tattooed fucking in every name and email I click through. The gutter has officially pulled my mind in deep.
Of course, none of it changes the fact that we're going to face a terrible reckoning when Ty really has to leave. I'm not sure what'll happen. It hurts just to think about it.
This crazy thing can't last, can it? But I don't want it to be over. Not when it's barely begun.
I bite my lip, working as well as I can, imagining all the insane possibilities. I'm seriously considering joining him in Alaska after my internship ends. It's starting to sound a lot better than struggling to move into a high priced apartment in Seattle for whatever political gig I can wrangle up next.
No, I don't want anything to do with Mom's Senate campaign. I'm still pissed she's decided to march to Gary's brutal drum. If she can rationalize him kicking Ty out and leaving him cold, what else will she cave in to?
And I definitely don't want a cent more from the billionaire prick who wipes his shoes on his own son the same way he does to the rest of the world. I don't care if he bought me a car. He's a total bastard who puts appearances over everything else.
“Claire.” There's a knock at my cubicle.
I spin around and see Dan standing there, tall and genteel in his dark brown suit. “What's up?”
“I'd like to see you in my office at the end of the day. There's a special project we need to discuss.” He pauses and winks. “Don't worry. Nothing about the quality of your work. That's been fantastic, and I can see the lists are going splendidly.”
“I'll be there.”
Dan doesn't wait another second. He takes off and leaves me staring, wondering what the hell he's got in mind.
Ugh. I guess there's such a thing as working too well.
I don't exactly want more responsibilities dumped on me with Ty tempting me to follow him to the ends of planet earth. Having a quiet, lazy summer is starting to sound really good, especially if it's the only way I'll get to be alone with him. Well, before I have to make another fateful decision about uprooting my life.
Am I really willing to chase this tattooed bad boy's cock all the way to Alaska?
The good girl inside me stares at me like I should be wearing a straitjacket. The rest of me knows damned well what she wants. She sneaks up and starts choking the hell out of the perfect princess, my conscience, screaming for me to follow my heart into the wild.
At least there's a few more weeks to decide what I'm going to do. Who knows, maybe I'll find out once and for all if Ty's heart really matches the oversized flesh hanging between his legs.
“Mister Jacobsen? Dan?” I knock on his office door and it swings open.
He's never got it totally shut. Guess he subscribes to the new Zen of office openness all the managers are preaching these days, especially in the relaxed, progressive work environment Cascades Now! represents.
“It's beautiful out there, Claire. Too good to waste.” He's standing by the window, and turns to face me when I'm inside. “How about we get out of the office and talk o
ver drinks? There's a little Irish place I know up the street. Killer happy hour.”
My heart stops. Mother of God.
My boss isn't seriously hitting on me – is he? If he is, I'm more worried about how the hell I'm supposed to let him down.
I can't say I have a boyfriend. Somehow, I don't think telling him I'm secretly starting to love my foul tempered step-brother and his massive fucking cock will go over well either. Dan's a traditional man, however radical his environmental views.
I freeze up and try to think through it, letting the rational side take over.
It's just a drink. It's innocent. He won't force anything on you unless he wants a harassment suit. Just go with it.
I shrug and give him a small, friendly smile. “Sure. It's been a long day. I guess I can use a beer or a glass of wine. Um, a friend drove me in today, so I'll need a few minutes to call a cab.”
“Nonsense!” Dan pounds his fist on his desk. “We'll go together. Just let me know when you're friend's coming to pick you up later. I'll drop you back here at the office and you can go home from there.”
Jesus. His eyes are wide and hopeful like a puppy's staring through a pet show window. I feel awful about leading him on. Even worse that Ty's the one who'll be picking me up. He snuck a few more grabs at my thighs and ass before I slid out the door this morning.
He can't keep his hands off me, and I don't want him to. I start to wonder what'll happen if he pins me down and smothers me with his lips right in front of my boss. I shouldn't let him, but I can't promise I'll keep a grip on anything the instant his hands are on me.
For a crazy asshole, my prince has got charming nailed down.
I need to be careful. Jacobsen can't see the badass in the fancy car picking me up – and no fucking way can he see the look Ty gives me when his eyes are glued to my body. It'll be a dead giveaway for everything.
I have to get out of this, and I need to let my boss down easy. I want to be polite and professional, no matter how good it feels to let Ty wreck everything civilized with his kiss.
“Okay,” I say smartly. “Just let me grab my purse and we'll go!”
I'm trying to stay upbeat all the way to the bar. It's a little further than Dan says – just the kinda cruising distance a man in full courtship mode plans for small talk. I go along with it, always steering the topic back to work and wildlife preservation when he starts to get too personal.