by Hamel, B. B.
The trees loomed huge and green, their branches and leaves spider-webbing out through the air, making the sunlight filter through, dappled and bright. My feet crunched over dry twigs and brush and birds chirped somewhere out of sight. For how busy it was, the woods felt peaceful, and as I kept walking I began to feel myself relax ever so slightly.
I knew I was carrying a huge knot of worry in my chest. I was worried about Reid and about these gangsters he was involved with. Talking to Lindsey had only made that worse; she was clearly freaked out.
I should have been freaked out, too. Instead, I was afraid of how I felt about Reid, the desire rolling through my body and the fear of what he was doing.
I wanted him, but he scared me.
As I walked, the area around me began to look pretty familiar. Most of it always looked familiar, since I had grown up in the area, but there was something specific about the trees I was looking at. Suddenly, it hit me: just a few feet ahead was the exact tree Reid had taken me to not long ago.
I stopped in front of the bark and ran my hand down the smooth front, stopping to trace the lines of our initials. I couldn’t help but smile. Reid may be a drug smuggler, but he couldn’t be a bad person. I wouldn’t believe for a second that the man I knew could possibly be in it for just money and didn’t care about anything else.
I sat down and leaned my back against the tree and closed my eyes, smiling softly. I remembered Reid’s skin against my skin, the rough way he took me, the control he had over my body. I remembered the calluses of his hands and the strength he had in everything he did. I was soaking wet by the time I realized I was beginning to nod off.
I didn’t stop myself. The sun was warm, and plus I was exhausted from work. I smiled softly to myself, dreaming about Reid.
The crack of a breaking twig yanked me from my sleep.
I’d been dreaming about the woods. I dreamed that Reid and I were lost, but I didn’t care. I liked that we were lost. I felt like I didn’t have to be plain old Rebecca anymore, that I didn’t have to be the good college girl anymore.
Out in the woods, I could be someone else. I could be the kind of girl that lets Reid do whatever he wants to me, because that was what I wanted too.
It took a few seconds for the lingering dream to fully go away before I realized that I was slumped over against the tree. I had no clue how long I had been sleeping, but the sun was lower on the horizon than I remembered. It must have been a few hours.
I heard another twig snap and it pulled me fully awake. I sat up straight and looked around but couldn’t see anything.
How could I have been so stupid? I fell asleep right there in the woods where anybody could find me. A bear could have come up and mauled me, and I would have been too busy napping to notice.
There was another noise, somewhere off to my right.
“Hello?” I called out, standing up.
“I thought I’d find you here.”
I nearly jumped out of my boots. Just as I was getting ready to run, Reid stepped out from behind some bushes.
My heart was hammering in my chest. “Reid!” I said. “You scared the shit out of me.”
He laughed. “Sorry about that, college girl.”
“What are you doing out here?”
“Better question is, what are you doing?”
“I was . . .” I trailed off, not exactly sure what I was doing. “I was taking a nap.”
“In the middle of the forest?”
“Yeah, right here. I thought it was a good spot.”
He grinned. “For obvious reasons.”
“No, asshole. Because the ground looked dry.”
“I’m sure that’s why. You were probably having a wet dream about how hard I got you off.”
“Can girls even have a wet dream?”
“Probably. But if not, I’m sure I can find a way to give you one.”
I ignored that. “Okay, now what are you doing out here?”
“Looking for you.”
“Why?”
“Mom was worried. You’ve been gone for a few hours.”
“Oh. I lost track of time,” I said lamely.
“Clearly.” He walked a few steps closer to me. I looked back at him and noticed the dark bags under his eyes, almost like he hadn’t slept the night before. I looked down his body and realized that he was wearing the same outfit.
“Did you sleep last night?” I asked.
“No.”
“And I guess that means you haven’t showered or changed.”
“Been busy.” He stopped near me. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
“I’ve been thinking, too.”
“Been thinking about what happened here.” He paused, his eyes serious. “I can’t get your pussy out of my mind, Becca. Fuck, it’s like a virus that keeps getting my dick hard.”
“How romantic.”
“I’m not trying to be romantic. I’m trying to get you to understand how badly I fucking want you.”
“We need to talk about last night.”
“I told you everything.”
“How could you do it?”
He looked down and away for a second, his expression neutral. “What wouldn’t you do for your family, Becca?”
“I don’t know.”
“There’s almost nothing I wouldn’t do. If I had to go back, I’d do it all over again. I’d do it for you if I had to.”
“But smuggling drugs? That’s serious, Reid.”
“I know it is. Serious jobs for serious money.”
“What about the people you’re involved with? How are you going to get out of it?”
“You weren’t there,” he said, cutting me off. “And I’m glad you weren’t. You didn’t have to see what my mom was like when the cancer was bad. You didn’t have to see your dad struggling to make ends meet.” He reached out and took my shoulders, holding me inches away from him. “I’m happy you stayed away, but you don’t know what it was like. I did what I had to do.”
I nodded slowly. “I’m afraid, Reid.”
“This is my problem and I’ll fix it.”
“Lindsey said something today.”
He cocked his head. “What?”
“She said some guys came to her house and threatened her. Told her not to talk about you and the pill stuff to anyone.”
He frowned. “That happened this morning?”
I nodded. “Yeah, early. What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure yet,” he said slowly.
“Are you going to tell me if you find out?”
He didn’t speak for a minute. “How far into this do you want to get?”
“Reid, I . . . I want to help.”
He reached up and took a handful of my hair. I gasped softly as he pulled me close to him, his lips inches away from mine, our bodies pressed together.
My heart hammered in my chest and I could feel my panties soak through. I’d never seen him so intense, so dominating and in control.
It was the Reid from my dreams.
“You sure that’s what you want, college girl?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Even though I’m dangerous?”
“You’re not dangerous to me.”
“You might be wrong.”
When he kissed me, the world fell away. Everything was dark and light, shadow and sun. His grip on my hair tightened as our mouths opened, our tongues touching. His taste flooded my mouth, his body pressed rough against mine.
And then he was pushing me back, back against the tree. I gasped as I hit the rough bark and his hands worked down my body, grabbing my breasts and then unbuttoning my jeans. His lips worked mine and I kissed him back, my arms wrapped around his neck. It felt different than it had the first time, more desperate, more longing.
He began to kiss my throat as he roughly yanked my jeans down. I gasped as the cool air hit my bare thighs and his fingers pulled down my panties, finding my soaked clit. He wasn’t wasting a single second.
“Oh shit,” I gasped.
“You’re soaking wet,” he said roughly into my ear. “You really were dreaming about my cock.”
“Was not,” I complained as he yanked my panties down farther.
His fingers resumed their work, rolling around my clit, sliding deep inside and back out, their strength working to send overwhelming waves of pleasure through my body.
“You really want to help me?” he grunted into my ear.
“What can I do?”
“Come on my fucking tongue.”
I took a deep breath. “How is that going to help?”
He pinned me harder against the tree, his fingers never stopping their mind-melting circles.
“I want to taste you.”
“You can do whatever you want,” I heard myself saying.
“Those are the magic words,” he said, grinning a stomach-turning smile.
It was almost like I watched from a distance as he dropped to his knees, yanking my jeans and panties all the way down around my ankles. He pressed his face between my thighs and began to lick along my clit, sucking and lapping me hungrily.
I couldn’t help but moan. I couldn’t stop myself, even if I wanted to. I was sitting up in the tree, high up above my body, rolling through waves of pleasure as his practiced and amazing tongue worked my soaked pussy.
His hands were strong against my ass and hips and I wrapped my fingers through his hair.
“Shit, Reid,” I gasped. “Is this what you wanted?”
He looked up at me. “Just a start. Just a little taste of what I want.”
I threw my head back and closed my eyes, letting him take complete control of my body.
His tongue worked furious circles around my clit, sucking and licking, his tongue and teeth and lips all eating along my body. I could feel the orgasm building and I wanted it, needed it so badly.
I didn’t want to be regular old Rebecca anymore. I wanted to come on Climber’s mouth. I wanted to be his girl, to let him fuck me however he pleased. I wanted to help him get away from the mob and to get back on the cliffs.
I wanted to swallow his cock. I wanted to ride him slow and hard. I wanted to lick his abs and sleep curled up against his strong frame.
My hips worked and rocked as the orgasm began to build. He grunted as I moaned louder, my breasts pressed together as I gripped his hair, shudders running down my spine.
And then it hit me. The wave-like explosion overtook my mind and I was nothing but blank orgasm, coming on my stepbrother’s mouth, coming as Climber worked me, coming as Reid licked and sucked and nibbled my swollen clit.
I said his name over and over as it came through and washed over me. I couldn’t stand on my own, so he supported my weight as he kept working my spot.
Slowly, so agonizingly amazing and slowly, it began to subside. The orgasm washed over me and moved past. I slowly came back to myself as Reid gradually stopped working my spot.
He set me down. I was panting deep and holding on to the tree trunk for support, my head spinning. He rocked back on his heels and stood up, grinning at me.
“Just a little taste,” he said.
“Holy fucking fuck,” was all I could say.
“Let’s go home.”
He turned and started to walk away. I pulled up my panties and jeans, buttoning them as I caught up to him.
“That’s all you’re going to say?” I managed.
He looked at me sideways. “I don’t much feel like talking anymore.”
“You had plenty to say down there,” I mumbled.
“I’ll have plenty more to say later.” He stopped and pulled me against him. “Keep running your mouth and I’ll make you suck my cock until I come.”
“Okay,” I said, laughing. “Could be worse.”
He kissed me again and lingered for a second. Then we were walking together, back toward the house.
I was floating on a cloud. I had let Reid get me off, and I loved it.
I was giving in to my stepbrother.
I didn’t want to fight anymore.
He had made the choice. And that was all I needed.
Chapter Sixteen: Reid
The house was big and quiet at night as I lay in bed trying not to fall asleep. I could hear the wind whistle through the trees outside my window, and I imagined that I could hear Becca’s breathing through the wall.
That wasn’t true, of course. If it were, my mom and Jack would have heard her moaning every night for the past few nights, ever since I found her sleeping at the base of the tree carved with our initials. It was getting to the point where I had to keep my hand pressed hard over her mouth just to stifle the moans.
Which I couldn’t complain about. Frankly, I didn’t look forward to anything like I did about sneaking into Becca’s room and fucking her senseless.
I glanced at the clock. It was almost time. My dick was already starting to stiffen at the mere thought of her body rocking against mine, our skin moist with sweat as we worked each other to orgasm after orgasm.
I hadn’t been getting much sleep. And I was making damn sure she wasn’t, either.
As the clock finally rolled over to midnight, I slipped out of my bed and crept across my room. I pulled my door open, careful not to let it make any noise, and padded softly down the hallway. I paused briefly and listened to the house, making sure I didn’t hear the television still on downstairs.
I hated waiting so long, but we couldn’t risk seeing each other any earlier. Our parents had been in bed for a couple of hours already, but we needed to make sure they were fast asleep.
I couldn’t even imagine the conversation we’d have if her father ever caught my tongue lodged firmly between his daughter’s legs.
I stood outside of her door for a second, listening some more. I couldn’t hear any noise, and so I slowly turned the knob and pushed it open.
And my breath caught in my throat.
The room was lit by a single lamp, muted with a scarf she threw over the bulb. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, her hair teased up into a messy bun and her body pressed into this fucking black silky thing
.
She looked amazing as I shut the door behind me, cock already rock hard. Her tits were pressed up high and her lips were pouty as a small smile played across her face.
“What do you think?” she said softly.
“Where did you get it?”
“Victoria’s Secret. Went yesterday.”
“Holy fuck.”
“So you like it?”
I walked over to her and took the bun of her hair in my hand. She gasped softly and smiled at me.
“I fucking love it, but let’s take it off now.”
She laughed and pushed me back slightly. I released her hair and she dropped down onto her knees, giving me this cute and seductive fucking look.
“Not just yet.”
“Fuck, Becca. Careful or I’m going to come right down your throat.”
She laughed softly as she yanked down my shorts, revealing my rapidly-stiffening dick. She made a pleased sound as she took it in her hand and began to stroke its length.
“Who said I’d mind?”
“Damn, college girl. When did you get so bad?”
“When you fucked me up against a tree.”
I smirked. “I have that effect on women.”
She reached around and smacked my ass. I laughed and she grinned, still stroking my shaft.
“Did you just spank me?” I asked.
“Don’t get fresh with me.”
I reached down and cupped her chin, my face inches away from hers. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.”
“You are,” she whispered.
“Say it again.”
“You’re in charge.”
I kissed her softly on the lips. “That’s better.”
She never broke eye contact as she licked my shaft, root to tip. I grinned and leaned back as she slipped the tip past her lips and began to roll
her tongue along its thick head.
Her mouth was warm and she sucked hard as her lips moved farther down my length, trying to take as much as she could. She rocked back, her hand grasping the base of my dick, as she sucked me slowly, her hand jerking my length. I grunted as pleasure and desire filled me.
“You look fucking perfect with my big dick in your mouth.”
She pulled back. “Is this what you like?”
“I could watch you suck cock for years.”
“Only years?”
“I could watch you suck my dick until the day I die.”
She laughed and began to suck me again, working me harder and faster.
“Are you trying to make me fucking come in that pretty mouth?”
Her response was to move faster, her hand working up along my shaft as her lips pulled hard. Her saliva built up and slipped down, a warm sensation around my balls, as she kept sucking. I watched her firm tits bounce, her hair bob, as her head and neck and mouth worked my cock.
I grunted and put my hands on the back of her head, guiding her mouth farther down my length. I wanted to fuck her pretty face, make her take my thick cock deep down her throat. I wanted to make her mine, to fill her up with my hot cum.
She moaned with my cock in her mouth as I pushed her farther down, moving my cock in and out. She let me fuck her like that, and after a few seconds I eased up, letting her pull back and take a deep breath.
“Fuck, Becca,” I grunted.
“You’re in charge,” she said, smiling and stroking my big cock. “Whatever you want.”
“Those are the words every man wants to hear.”
She laughed a little and teased the head of my dick with her tongue. “Anything, Reid. Anything you want.”
I leaned forward. “Suck that cock again.”
And then I pressed my dick into her mouth. She began to work my length with an intensity I didn’t know she had, clearly trying to get me off. I looked down the length of her body, at the smooth line of her spine, and wanted to fill up her pussy while grabbing her thick ass.
Instead, my phone started to ring.
I looked down at my shorts. Why the fuck did I bring my phone?
Becca moved back, still gently stroking my dick. “Should you get that?”
I grunted. “Fuck it.”
She smiled. “My mouth isn’t going anywhere. Could be important.”