Dante has loosened his grip, and Sash stands to the side of him now, head down like a scolded child.
“Just leave it, Abbey. I’m drunk, I want to go home.”
“What about The Palace, and dancing the night away? What about forgetting that fucking douche, that for whatever reason you’re still hung up on, and finding someone who deserves you? You’re twenty one for Christ-sake, you don’t need your brother turning up like you’re still in junior high, telling you what you are and you aren’t allowed to do. Jeez, talk about a buzz kill. I mean, Jesus, Dante, why don’t you fucking come with us? The night’s still young after all. When did you turn into such a fucking square?”
“You finished?”
“Fucking hell.”
Abbey loos to the sky and then spins around. “Lets get into the car and go and party. Guys? Jesus, this is New York!”
Sash is still quiet. She’s stood there wobbling a little bit from side to side unsure what she can say now. Dante has had enough.
“Go home”, he tells Abbey and with Sash firmly in his grasp, he makes for the car.
As it pulls away, Sash and Dante inside it, Abbey stares in disbelief. She can’t believe what’s just happened.
Sash folds herself into the seat. She’s too drunk and too tired to care about how she should even begin to think about handling this situation.
“Did you fuck him?”
“What do you think?”
Dante pulls her upright. “Did you fuck him?”
“No.”
For the first time in a week she fixes her eyes on him. “No”, she says again, softer this time. He’s scared, and she can see it. She’s given him a fright.
She rubs his leg affectionately, noticing with a bit of a shock that he’s hard. She pulls away again, remembering herself.
“What do you want, Dante?”
“You, Sash. I want you.”
Sash regards him as though she’s misheard. “Yeah? You’ve got a funny fucking way of showing it.”
Dante pulls her towards him. Urgently, he kisses her. Hot lips swelling and bites on sensitive skin. Sash fights herself away, and eventually Dante lets her go. His cock is throbbing so much it’s almost broken through the fabric of his trousers. No one else makes him feel like this. No one else has ever done anything quite like it to her either.
“Take me home”, Sash says, looking away at the city blurring past out of the window. She knows that if she lets him in, she’ll fall again. She knows she hasn’t got a choice either.
There is a silence while Dante regards her. In it, he knows things have already changed between them again. He can feel the power shift. The photos weren’t a warning, they were a come-and-get-me rescue call.
“You owe me a thousand dollars.”
Sash is still unable to look at him.
“We can talk about that tomorrow.”
Dante eyes his stepsister, losing himself in the shadow where her legs disappear under the hem of her dress.
Chapter 16
It takes Sash a moment to realize where they are and why they shouldn’t be.
This is her bedroom, Dante’s old one. When he opened the door, lifted her into his strong arms and carried her up the stairs, she was eighteen and innocent again, and she thought nothing of it. Now, as the moment clarifies itself, reality comes thundering back with it. She pushes Dante off her and sits up to look around the room. She feels an immediate need to panic as though what is expected of her in this situation automatically overrides the residual sensation of what she has always wanted.
“Home”, Dante whispers, as though fulfilling a promise.
Sash looks around the room. She goes to the curtain to look out onto the street. She goes to the door to make sure it’s shut and the light outside in the corridor is off. Finally she goes back to the bed and looks at her stepbrother.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you how much I want you. Proving to you that I mean it.”
His shirt is already unbuttoned. Now he takes it off and drops it casually to the floor. Sash watches him closely. His upper body is so perfect, he could have been carved out of stone to display at the entrance to a gated city.
“They’ll hear.”
Sash shakes her head. “Stop, Dante. Not here.”
“Not if you don’t let them.”
He begins to undo his trousers. The buckle of the belt first, the buttons next. Already she can see his bulge fighting to get out. She’s transfixed by it for a moment, unable to look anywhere else.
“We could go to yours.”
Dante shakes his head. Pop goes the last button.
“It has to be here. This is where it always should have been.”
He pulls his trousers down, holds them out theatrically and drops those casually onto the floor too.
“Fucking hell.”
“Take off your clothes.”
Sash shakes her head. She does it not because she doesn’t want to, but because she knows it will be better if she resists.
“Take off your clothes.”
He hasn’t raised his voice and nor does he need to. They both know Sash will comply. She wouldn’t have got into the car in the first place if she wasn’t going to. Hell, she wouldn’t have even sent the photos.
Sash takes a moment to look to the side, and then back to Dante as though she’s used the moment to think. She smiles a ‘you’ve-caught-me’ smile.
“What will you do to me if I do?”
The question is phrased in such a way to indicate the answer is something she’s keen on hearing, the look she gives him when she does so, smoldering.
She likes this. It’s wrong, but she can’t help but admit that she likes it. Her fucking stepbrother. She leans over sideways to prop herself up on her outstretched arm and watch her stepbrother lazily undress himself. She can’t stop him anyway, she knows that. If he wants to let the whole house know about it, so be it. He has much more to lose than she does after all. She might as well enjoy this while she can. Fuck it, let the whole world know.
“You going to leave again, soon as you’ve fucked me?”
Sash doesn’t know whether the question is rhetorical, nor whether she’s got enough energy to be bothered if it is or not.
“I came to set things straight.”
“Is that a yes or a no?”
She rolls over so her head is hanging off the bed and she’s looking at him upside down, legs lifted up into the air and pushed out straight. The flexibility of a dancer. “It’s just, I need to know if I should make plans. Bake a cake, go for a run, do the-.”
Dante pulls down his boxer-shorts.
“Fuck.”
Sash melts at the sight of him. She spins over again so she can see him properly.
“Take off your clothes. I won’t ask you again.”
“You take them off for me.”
Dante closes in on her.
He pulls her into the position he wants her in, sat on the edge of the bed and Sash lets herself be manipulated, thrusting her upper body towards him and pushing her arms out behind her to let her head hang. Open to him, ready to be taken.
Wasting no time in showing her what he wants, his hand goes underneath her skirt and grabs hold of her panties. A moment later he has wrestled them down and tossed them deliberately into the corner of the room.
He pulls at her T-shirt, fighting the fabric down beneath her bra, so he can push his hands inside and scoop out her breasts. He massages her tits, runs his fingers over her swelling nipples and teases them erect. Her skin buzzes with desire and need, and she can’t help but moan.
He presses his finger to her lips to still her. With his knee between her legs, he widens them. He covers her upper body with teasing kisses and soft, stimulating bites.
Like this, first.
He runs his teeth along her clavicle, and once again he finds himself kissing those dark holes that swallow the darkness and drive his passion wild. Delicate, loving, caressing
touches. His hand goes up to her neck, the form slender, the skin supple, storm clouds darkening his eyes.
“There are rules, Sash.”
His grip is playful but firm. He moves his other leg in between hers and Sash moans under his commanding touch.
He pulls her further towards him, the height perfect to enter her. With his other hand he pushes her skirt up higher, so she carries it around her waist like a belt.
Dante doesn’t even need to touch his cock to guide it into her. As if attracted there magnetically, it seems to work it’s way to the entrance of her pussy alone. Hungry for it, Sash rocks forward to claim it, desperate to have his hot, swollen crown up inside her.
She moans uncontrollably as she feels the tip bump up against her, threatening to slip inside. Dante stays still, at times even moving slightly away, so he can tease his stepsister and see just how much she wants it.
“Rules.”
“Uh-huh.”
Sash licks her lips and thrusts her hips forwards again, agonizingly close to having him penetrate her. Her skin tingling with sensitivity and her pussy aching with need, she is desperate to have him fill her.
He tightens his grip a little more.
“No fucking around.”
Sash shakes her head. “No fucking around.”
Her pussy is swollen and slick with her juices. Each time he bumps into her, Dante can feel her tight hole relax a little to welcome him in. He wants nothing more than to take her, pre-cum already oozing out of the tip of his cock and running down his shaft. Each moment more, he swells a little harder.
“No-one can know.”
“No-one can know.”
Now he lets her claim him a little. His throbbing cock gathered magnificently by her trembling pussy hole, she moans long and deep as she finally feels it push its way inside her.
“Fuck.”
The word is crushed by rising pleasure.
It’s only the crown, but it feels incredible. A moment later, Dante pulls away again, keen not to give her too much too quickly.
“No”, Sash complains.
“You need to trust me. Whatever I do, you have to trust me.”
His cock is tantalizing close. Sash bites her lip and decides to try and reach for it. Dante bats her hand away, tightening the grip he has around her neck to punish her.
Sash moans again, a light escape of air that sounds like the cry of a tiny creature. He shakes his head and waves his finger, and Sash has no choice but to go back to her original position. He can see her pussy hole opening and closing, visibly contracting millimeters away from his throbbing cock-head, as though already affected by a thunderous orgasm.
“Do you trust me?”
He allows himself to penetrate her again, this time pushing his cock further inside her, deep enough to make her body shake.
“Yes.”
Dante pulls out slightly, not quite all the way, but close, so only the very tip of his cock is inside her. He can feel her muscles contracting down on him, encouraging him to thrust back inside.
“I can’t hear you.”
Sash lets out a guttural whisper of air. “Yes.”
Her chest rises and falls, her breathing already tight.
“Good.”
“Fuck me, Dante, please.”
Dante lets her body swallow him again, this time disappearing his cock completely inside her, happy to watch as her pussy lips finally touch his pubic bone.
“Oh my God.”
The words barely come to her.
The first time they fucked was animalistic and urgent, the second, sweet and loving, this was just another level all together. He had barely penetrated her, and she was already close to orgasm. Only her stepbrother could do this to her. Only Dante.
“I want to know-.”
Dante works a rhythm now, thrusting deep and withdrawing almost fully to begin again. She feels it swell her opening. She feels it press against her G-spot. She feels it deep inside her, her skin about to go up in flames. She belongs to him.
“Uh-huh.”
“His name”, Dante says firmly, finishing the sentence.
“Dante. Oh, Dante.”
“It’s important to me, Sash. I need to know.”
Each thrust buries him a little deeper. Each second longer makes it all the more intense. Sensitive to the point of explosion. Pleasure like nothing else. Never before has she felt her pussy stimulated so incredibly, neither her body nor her mind. Never before has she wanted something so much. She bites her lip again.
“Take me.”
“Tell me.”
She sits up now, ready to distract him, to pull him away from the thought. He won’t let her. In his eyes, she sees those storm clouds. The love and the jealousy mixed in as one. Dante pushes her to the bed. He pulls his cock out and folds her leg, one over the other so she’s face down on the bed.
Quickly, as though part of the same unbroken motion, he’s back inside her, fucking her hard.
The pupils in Sash’s eyes dilate. Like this, he can see her asshole throbbing. He wraps her long black hair around his wrists and pulls. He spanks her ass-cheek, no desire to hold back and be reserved. Immediately, the skin bobbles and a flush of red rises to the surface.
She’s on the edge. Like this, she can feel him against her G-spot, pushing her in directions she’s never traveled before.
“Who?”
Sash can barely breath let alone talk. Her breath is peaking towards explosion. Short raspy breaths that lift the air out of the top of her lungs as soon as she’s sucked it in.
“Tell me.”
Dante’s voice is loud enough now to slip under the crack in the door and through the paper-thin walls.
It’s coming. His cock magnificent inside her. Swollen hard by purpose and forced forward by urgent desire. He smacks her ass-cheek again, pulling hard to tilt her head and lift her upper body almost completely from the bed. He fucks her so hard his body is almost a blur. His balls smacking against the sensitive skin of her pussy lips, his hips hitting hers hard, the bed jarring against it all, pushing against the far wall.
Reduced to nothing but a series of whispered moans, Sash stares at it, the edge disappearing beneath her quickly. Finally, when the rest of the world has melted away, she tumbles all the way inside.
The moment is unlike any other she has ever experienced. It rattles through her with the force of a train, exploding out of her pussy and sweeping through her skin. She screams into the pillow, her head forced there by Dante, and comes hard, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. The storm swirls in Dante’s eyes. He smacks her on the ass again just for good measure. Against his cock, he feels her pussy contract wildly, throbbing and spasming in short, violent bursts.
His.
Always his.
If she could fold herself up, she would, but Dante hasn’t finished yet. She’s almost too sensitive to have him inside her, but the choice isn’t hers to make. She wants it. She wants everything he gives her if it makes her feel like this, even if it destroys her.
“Come inside me, Dante. Please fill me up.”
The words are spoken in staggered almost disconnected syllables so the meaning is lost along the way.
“Are you on the pill, Sash?”
A spasm crawls across her belly and even though she can’t, she wants to put her hand there.
“Yes, of course. Come inside me.”
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Dante can do nothing else but let himself go. Twisting her body in an attempt to watch him, Dante is quick to place his hand on her head and hold her against the bed. The sensation is almost debilitating. He struggles hard to rise above it. Rocketing through his body from the tip of his swollen cock to his brain, he feels his knees weaken and the muscles in his neck snap tight. He growls to soften his screams, thrusts himself as deep as possible into his stepsister’s pussy, so that the mattress bends under his weight, and lets himself go inside her.
Each magnificent ejaculation is p
aired with a wild, uncontrolled jerk of his hips and a composed expulsion of air, as though all three things are needed in order for him to balance himself. When his balls are dry and he’s got nothing more to give, he folds himself across her back and listens to her beating heart.
“Jason”, Sash says after a long moment has passed. “Jason Walker.”
Dante makes a noise, the meaning of which Sash can’t quite determine. He lifts himself from her and carefully pulls his still erect cock out of her hole, delighted by the way the tight skin of her pussy clings to it.
Pausing momentarily, he watches her pussy hole close lazily, before a single drop of his cum leaks to the surface. Satisfied, he goes to his clothes.
Sash turns around, her skin still trembling with sensitivity. Even against the cotton of the bed spread, she feels like she might explode again in orgasm just by rubbing it across her body in the right way.
“Where are you going now?”
“You said you’d trust me, Sash. This won’t work any other way.”
“Stay with me, please, Dante, don’t leave.”
Dante already his his boxer-shorts back on. He pulls on his pants and then gathers up his shirt, righting it ready to be worn.
“I can’t stay. I can’t be seen to wake up here.”
“Then take me with you. Take me to your house.”
She’s up on her feet now, helping him with the buttons.
“I’m going away for a while. My plane leaves tomorrow.”
“Away where?”
“California. L.A.”
“Jesus Dante, what the fuck?”
“It’s work. Don’t worry, Sash, I’m coming back.”
“When?”
“I don’t know. It’s a big project. An expansion.”
He reaches for his jacket.
“Then take me with you.”
He pulls it on, and Sash smooths down the front of it.
“No.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not going to work.”
“I thought you wanted me, Dante. I though that was why you came back here.”
“It was, and I do, but you can’t come with me.”
“What am I meant to do then, wait until you come back?”
Dante doesn’t need to answer that question. Instead, he collects his shoes and socks, and sits on the edge of the bed, ready to put them on.
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