Forbidden: Ultimate Stepbrother Collection

by Anna Hard

  “Yes, Beck,” she sobbed as her pussy grasped my cock. My hot seed spilled into her as she held herself tightly, her pussy milking the last seed from me.

  As I pulled out, she whimpered softly, and I caught her before she collapsed to her knees. I reached forward and pulled free the necktie from her wrists. Then I lifted her into my arms. She tucked herself against my chest, and I carried her to the bed. We climbed under the covers and into each other’s arms, both of us so physically drained we couldn’t speak. We held tightly onto each other and fell asleep.

  Chapter 15

  Jessa

  It was just the slight twinkle of an early dawn peeking around the drapes in Beck’s room. I lay there for a long time listening to him sleep, watching his powerful chest rise and fall with each breath. In the weak glow filling the room, he looked every bit the man of my fantasies, the dangerously strong gladiator whose one weakness was his heart. Beck wore his emotions on his face like no other man I’d ever been with, and, yet, he had the steel control of a battle hardened warrior, fierce and menacing. And all the while, he was wild with the need to be loved. And I loved him. I’d loved him since forever. Hailey would write me emails or send me pictures, and I’d peruse them casually until Beck was mentioned. A picture of her brother would send me into a foggy state of delirium for days. Even when I was seeing someone steadily, all it would take was one mention or picture of Beck, and he would consume my thoughts. For years, it felt as if I’d been denied the one thing I’d craved most, the most torturous diet in the world where the one thing I knew I shouldn’t have was the only damn thing I wanted. And now that one thing was stretched out naked beneath a thin cotton sheet.

  I propped up on one elbow and stared down at him. He seemed to have sensed it. His mouth tilted in a grin, but he didn’t open his eyes.

  “Are you watching me sleep, Ducky?”

  Hearing his deep voice first thing in the morning made me sigh with pleasure. “I am watching you sleep. And I was just thinking about all the times when Hailey would just casually send over a picture that you were in—” I traced my fingers around the hard ridges of his chest muscles. “And how after seeing you, my head would be so wrapped up in dirty thoughts, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on working or eating or sleeping, for that matter.”

  His long lashes still shaded his cheeks, but his chest rose and fell faster.

  I leaned my mouth closer. “The only relief I could find was to imagine you touching me and kissing me as I pushed my fingers under my panties to make myself come.”

  A low guttural groan rolled up from his chest, and his erection created a tent beneath the sheet. “Oh, I see you like that image of me with my hand down my panties.”

  “More than you fucking know,” he growled. He turned his face to mine and opened his green eyes.

  I smiled down at him and slid my hand beneath the sheet to cup around his balls. He groaned again. I pushed the sheet back and this time the sound came from me. His long body, naked and hard, was almost too much to bear. His cock glistened with moisture. I wiped some of it off with my fingers and reached between my legs to push his silky moisture into the folds of my pussy. The gesture nearly sent him over the edge. He reached for me, but I stopped his hands. I took hold of each wrist with my hands. “Not so fast. This works both ways, and right now, you are mine.”

  I got up on my knees and pushed his hands down on the bed next to his head. I pointed at him. “Don’t move or I will tie them up.”

  He smiled. “You and what fucking army, Ducky?”

  I shook the same finger. “Uh uh. You do as you’re told.”

  I straddled his thighs and cupped one hand around his balls while I took hold of the base of his cock with the other. I lowered down over him. My mouth drew in his long, thick shaft slowly, luxuriously. He reached for my hair. At first I considered telling him to put it back on the bed, but I found my role as master wasn’t quite as effective as his. Of course, the idea of me controlling Beck Grady was absurd. He had me completely under his command, and he knew it. But I decided to keep playing the game.

  I’d teased his cock with my mouth long enough. My pussy ached for him. I lifted my lips from him, and he growled in disappointment. I took hold of his hand and pressed it down next to him.

  “You don’t listen very well, do you?”

  “As you well know, I’ve never been great with authority.” He reached up again and took rough hold of my nipple. I squealed with the delicious pain he was causing me. But I wrapped my fingers around his arm. He pulled my nipple slightly as I took his hand off of me.

  I leaned over him, bracing my hands on both his wrists. “Then maybe you just haven’t been told to behave by the right person.” I positioned myself over his cock, and just as slowly as I’d lowered my mouth over him, I lowered my hot, wet pussy. First pushing down only over the slick, round tip. He reached for my hips, and I pulled away.

  “You’re trying to fucking kill me, Ducky,” he grunted.

  “No, I’m showing you how to pay attention. Hands down where I had them.” This time, I braced my hands on his wrists and kept them there as I scooted my ass back, positioning myself over his cock again. I moved down over him. His long black lashes swept down as he closed his eyes, feeling every inch of my pussy as it swallowed his cock.

  “Don’t move,” I said sharply. I lifted my hands and braced them against his chest as I moved over him, impaling myself with his long, rigid shaft again and again. My thighs trembled as I rose and fell, crying out each time as he seemed to push deeper inside of me. As my pussy clenched and tugged at his cock, my swollen clit, not wanting to be ignored, writhed against him.

  His head lolled back some exposing the length of his throat. His Adam’s apple moved with a deep swallow as I moved faster over him. His hands stayed up by his head, but suddenly, my will shattered. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him to grab me, hold me hard over him, make me come with his magical touch.

  “Damn it,” I growled.

  His green eyes peered out from heavy lids. “What’s the matter, master?” A grin tilted his mouth. “I’m rather liking this whole thing. Just laying here and having you squirm that hot pussy over me is fucking heaven.” His eyes closed again.

  I smacked his chest, and his eyes popped open. “Touch me, damn you. Put your fucking big ole rough hands on me.”

  “Yes, master.”

  His big hands went around my ass, and he held me over him as he pushed his hips against me. I fell forward, bracing myself again on his shoulders to keep from being shot forward into the wall.

  Then he grabbed hold of my hips. “I’m taking over from here, sweetheart.” He flipped me onto my back and pushed my legs wide to lean down between them.

  He slid his hand beneath my ass, and he watched as his cock plunged inside of me. His fingers dug into the flesh on my ass as he held me tight and steady. “Touch yourself, baby,” he growled.

  I peered down at him, in question.

  He reached for my hand and pushed it down on my pussy. “Don’t fucking tease me with the image of you touching yourself and then refuse to do it in front of me.”

  He braced his arms so that he could stare down at my hand on my pussy. It took me a moment to get over my modesty and then I found the pleasure spot, my clit, and I stroked myself willingly.

  “That’s it, baby. I won’t come until you tighten that fucking pussy around me.”

  My eyes drifted shut as my hand and his cock brought me to a shuddering climax. “Beck!” I turned my face to muffle my scream against my arm.

  He grabbed roughly hold of my chin and turned my face toward him. “No, I want to hear it when you say my name, Jessa. I want to fucking hear it.”

  I clutched his arms as he pushed inside of me bringing himself to climax.

  His eyes drifted shut and I
reached up and pressed my hand against his face. “Beck,” I said softly. He pushed his face harder against my palm with the sound of his name on my lips.

  He collapsed over me long enough to kiss me, but the weight of him was crushing.

  “Besides burglar, I guess I will also cross dominatrix off my list of possible jobs.”

  He laughed and took hold of my hand. He kissed the palm. “I’m already yours, completely and wholly. You don’t need any commands to make it so.”

  As he rolled onto his side, his phone buzzed. With a sigh of frustration he reached over to the nightstand and picked it up. “It’s a text from Hailey. It says I’ve been texting Jessa and she doesn’t answer.”

  “Shit, my phone’s in my room.” We looked at each other. It was the big pink elephant in all this, the awkward notion that Hailey and her dad might discover that we were together, doing everything that would definitely be frowned upon by both. “What will we tell them?”

  “Fuck them,” Beck said and dropped the phone back on the nightstand. Men were always much better at dismissing other people’s opinions.

  “I can’t just not tell her. She’s Hailey.”

  “Tell her. Makes no difference to me. I’m still going to pull you into my bed tonight.”

  Water rumbled through the plumbing. “Is that Hailey’s shower?” I asked.

  “Yep.”

  “Perfect for my escape.” I climbed out of his bed and walked over to my pile of clothes. He propped on his elbows to watch me dress.

  “I don’t recall telling you that I was done with you this morning,” he said.

  “No?” I pulled on my shirt. “Then I guess you’ll have to save those plans for later.”

  He dropped back down. “Coward.”

  “Darn right.” I cracked open his door. The coast was clear. I made a dash for my room.

  Chapter 16

  Jessa

  I’d text Hailey back the second I got to my room, letting her know that I’d been sleeping too soundly to hear the phone. She was getting ready to head to the airport to pick up Cody. She was going in her dad’s limo and wanted to know if I’d like to go along for the ride. I told her she should go alone so she could have Cody all to herself for a little while. She agreed that that would be nice, which really helped alleviate the guilt I’d been feeling for not wanting to go with her. The truth was, I wanted to stay at home and be near Beck. A whole new situation had opened for us. I was completely unsure which way it was heading, but for now, I wanted to spend time with him to help me figure it all out.

  The intimacy we’d shared had gone way past my wildest fantasies. It was as if he knew me perfectly. Every second had been pure ecstasy. I realized one thing for sure after I’d gotten out of the shower— I was starved after my night of ecstasy.

  A stack of fresh waffles was sitting on the kitchen counter. I was going to miss having a chef to cook me meals once I got back to my dreary little apartment. I poured myself a cup of coffee and pulled up a stool at the counter. Plodding footsteps entered the room behind me.

  Beck placed his chin on my shoulder, and his arms snaked around me, making sure to stop on my breasts. “Where’s Hailey?” he asked.

  “Went to the airport to pick up Cody.”

  “Perfect.” His hands slipped under my shirt. “Come back to bed.”

  “I’m just about to eat a waffle.” I lifted my hand. It trembled ever so slightly. “Look, I’m so hungry I’m shaky.”

  “Bullshit. You’re shaking because I’m standing behind you with my hands up your shirt demanding that you get back into my bed.”

  “Probably true. But this syrup is calling to me.” I poured the maple syrup on my waffles. He sighed with frustration and pulled his hands out. “For some damn reason, you are a much better submissive when you’re naked.”

  “And horny,” I added.

  He grabbed a waffle and put it on his plate. “Ah yes, that must be the missing ingredient. I can take care of that.” His hand crossed my thigh, and he pushed it down against my crotch. His finger flicked over the fabric of my shorts, and I sucked in a quick breath.

  His dad’s hard-soled shoes sounded on the wooden floor in the hallway leading to the kitchen. I gasped and looked at Beck. His steely green gaze held mine, and he continued to stroke the fabric of my crotch.

  “Beck,” I whispered loudly.

  He pulled his hand just before his dad entered the room. My shoulders sank with relief.

  “Morning, Jessa. Morning, Beck. I guess your sister went to the airport already.” He poured himself coffee. He was one of those scrubbed and polished older men with graying sideburns and just a touch of it in his hair. He was not the warm, goof around type of dad. He was definitely all business, a trait that had helped push my mom out the door.

  He sipped his coffee and stared at both of us over the brim. I felt my face blush warm, as if he could tell what Beck and I were thinking. Almost as if he knew exactly what we’d been up to last night. Suddenly the waffle didn’t seem all that tasty. I took the tiniest bite and chewed it forever.

  “Beck, it seems you and I haven’t had any time to talk. Let’s make some time later.”

  “Looking forward,” Beck said with enough dripping sarcasm to butter an entire loaf of bread.

  His dad put down the coffee cup. As he opened the fridge and leaned into it, Beck slid his hand back to my crotch. I froze in terror, trying hard not to feel the tingling sensation brought on by his touch. But he was good. Even through fabric, he was talented. My breaths came in short erratic spurts. I tried to push his hand away. He was too strong.

  His dad closed the fridge, and I shot Beck a horrified look. His green eyes glinted wickedly. He pulled his hand just as his dad turned around with the orange juice.

  His dad poured himself a glass and looked down at the waffle on my plate. “I see you still have the appetite of a bird, Jessa.”

  I shrugged and smiled, completely tongue tied.

  He lifted the glass of juice. “If anyone needs me, although none of you ever seem to, I’ll be working in my office.” With that, he walked out.

  Beck jumped off the stool. “Thought he’d never fucking leave.” He spun my legs around and pushed between them.

  “You must be kidding?” I asked.

  “I never kid when it comes to fucking, Ducky. Especially when it comes to fucking you.”

  “No the chef, the housekeeper. I can’t.” My phone buzzed. “And see, that’s your sister obviously sensing something is up.”

  “Fuck.” He stepped back looking completely dejected.

  I read the text. “Hey, Cody wants to go to this chic little restaurant up the coast. I just made reservations for four. I’m going to text Butthead right now and tell him he has to go. And shower. And dress nice.”

  “Sounds fun,” I texted back. I looked up at Beck. The dark cast to his otherwise pale eyes assured me he still had only one thing on his mind. “Uh, Butthead, you’re about to get a text.”

  Right on cue, his phone buzzed. Reluctantly, he pulled it out and glanced at it. “Shit, that sounds crappy.”

  “Really? I thought it might be fun to wear a dress. I wonder if Hailey has someone else she could set me up with.”

  “You think you’re clever, Ducky, using that blackmail shit.” He leaned forward and ran his tongue over my lips. The sensation of it went right between my legs as if his tongue had stroked my pussy. “Two can play at this. I’ll go. I’ll even clean up like my sister asked, but you are going to climb back into my bed right now and you’ll stay there until we hear that fucking limo pull up in the drive and Hailey’s voice in the entry.”

  “It’s a sacrifice,” I said with a sigh. “But if I must.”

  Chapter 17

  Beck

  I’d ag
reed to the dinner out only because I’d been so preoccupied with getting Jessa back into my bed, I would have said yes to just about anything. I’d only been around Cody, my sister’s boyfriend, a few times. He was an O.K. guy. We’d never be friends who just hung out together, but he was better than some of the other guys she’d dated.

  Jessa took a piece of bread from the basket. She was wearing a slinky light pink sundress that tied up around the back of her neck like a vintage pinup bathing suit. The dress and the incredible girl in the dress were the only things that had compelled me to get into the backseat of Hailey’s car.

  What some people called stylish or hip, I called stuffy and dull. But it didn’t matter that the wine tasted like shit to my undiscerning palate or that the tiny, weird little portions of food were like an appetizer to me or that my sister and her boyfriend spoke about things that held no interest for me. I was sitting next to Jessa in her sweet pink sundress. I could have died right there on the tufted leather booth of the restaurant, and I would’ve died with a fucking grin on my face.

  “Didn’t you say you had a fight up in Brackford on Monday?” Hailey asked. I’d been too busy watching Jessa butter her bread and push small pieces between her lips to hear much of the conversation.

  “Yeah, I do. I’ll try not to look too thuggish for your big grad day.”

  Hailey waved her hand. “Too late. You already look too thuggish. Just try not to have any black eye or broken nose.”

  “I’ll ask my opponent to avoid the face.” I plucked my napkin off my lap and dropped it on the table. We’d gone through four courses, and the next thing was one of the tiny desserts off the shiny silver cart being pushed around from table to table. “So, when’s the real food coming?” I asked.