by Selena Kitt
I sucked his big toe into my warm, wet mouth. Ran my tongue under and around it. His leg stiffened and he groaned.
It was so hot. I shoved a finger into my dripping pussy. Plunged it in and out. Slid it up under the hood, to my clit, and rubbed back and forth.
“Suck it,” Jake said, “Suck it, baby.”
“Not gonna happen,” she said. “I just got out of the shower.”
I sucked his toes in and out, flicked my tongue on the pads. Fingered my pussy harder. Vibrated my clit faster.
“Oh God,” Jake said, “Suck it inside. Oh, yes.”
“Stop asking,” Annika said as she stroked him.
I sucked and slurped. Quiet slurps. But slurps nonetheless. Some of the slurps came from between my legs. Annika might have heard if Jake wasn’t groaning so loudly.
“Okay, baby,” he said, “I’m gonna come. Yes. Yes, okay.”
Annika stroked him faster. I sucked faster. Flicked my clit faster. He wasn’t the only one that was going to come.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he said. “Don’t stop.”
Jake’s body spasmed and his cock spurted. Ropy strings of sticky milky seed shot up and onto Annika’s face. Like old faithful, he blasted again and again. Coating her face and hair in dripping semen. She was completely covered in it. Like a Halloween cum mask.
God, he was so powerful. So hot.
My pussy and stomach clenched tight and I came all over my fingers. Hard, grunting orgasms that I had to bite my lip to contain.
Annika wiped cum out of her eyes.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she said. “Look at me. What am I? Your personal cumbucket?”
Jake looked stricken. His eyes glanced to me and then back. Confusion edging into the animal heat.
“I’ve got to shower again,” she said and pointed an accusing finger. “This is going to make me late, Jacob. Fuck you for that. “
“Jesus, Annika,” he said.
Annika pushed off the bed. Cum dripped from her face onto the bedsheets and floor as she retreated to the bathroom. A second later, the door slammed shut.
Jake immediately jumped up, shoved my panties and tank top into my hands, and pushed me out the door.
He brought his mouth down to my ear. His panting breath hot and fast. It was so hot. He was so hot.
“Are you fucking crazy,” he said.
What?
That’s not what I wanted to hear. He was supposed to say he loved me. That he wanted me and only me. That he wanted me to be his personal cumbucket.
It sounded gross. But I’d try anything to make him happy. To be the best lover he’d ever had.
He pushed me further down the hall. A little harder than he meant to I think, because I tripped and tumbled to the floor.
“Get your clothes on,” he said. His voice didn’t sound kind. Why was he talking to me like that? When I just wanted to please him.
Of course, I knew why he was mad. I fucked him while Annika was still wet on his cock. That was weird. But whatever. It wasn’t about her. It was about us—Jake and me.
He wanted me too.
He said my name when he thought it was Annika riding his cock.
My name.
I was nineteen now and a woman, both legally and physically. Had been physically for a while now.
I could give him the family he wanted.
I lay there on my stomach, face down in the hallway, legs spread. Confused and vulnerable.
I glanced up, and he was gone. His bedroom door already shut.
Damn. I couldn’t do anything right. Not even lay naked on the floor. Exposed, vulnerable, irresistible. Apparently, I couldn’t even pull that off.
I did make him come though. There was that. I was good at something. It wasn’t Annika that did it. Yes, she had his cock in her hands. But he was talking to me. Telling me to suck him. Talking to me while he shot his load on her face.
He wants me. It was my name on his lips.
So why was he fighting it so hard?
Yes, I knew it was wrong. I knew the whole thing was fucked up. But we didn’t choose for it to be this way. It just was. And we had to deal with it.
With our attraction.
With our forbidden love.
I wouldn’t give up without a fight. Without a fight for us. For our future together.
For the baby I wanted to give him.
I loved him.
And to me, that’s all that mattered.
The End
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Claimed by My Biker Stepbrother by Frankie Blue
Chapter One
“Who is that?” My best friend, Melissa, almost purred as she stared boldly through the campus gates.
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. Melissa was boy crazy at the moment. Ever since she broke up with Wayne it’s like she took on a one woman mission to get-it-on with every available boy within a hundred mile radius.
They’d been together since junior high, I still have trouble picturing one without the other glued to their side. But last month he dumped her and started dating Candy Stallone; blonde hair, long legs, huge boobs. (Yeah, you get the picture.)
In my head he’s not a total bastard. I mean he at least had the decency to break up with my best friend before he started sticking it to Candy, but still, he hurt my best friend so he’s a bastard and Candy is a slut.
“I thought you were going out with that sexy exchange student, what’s his name?” I asked as I reordered my homework in my messenger bag, tucking a thick strand of my black hair behind my ear.
“Rokuro, and it’s just one date, it’s not like we’re married,” she replied defensively. “Besides I’m allowed to look. Just because you don’t like boys doesn’t mean the rest of us a blind to—”
“What do you mean? I like boys,” I burst out so suddenly the three juniors passing exchanged giggles and the one of the boys lurking on the steps started winking at me.
“Sorry, Carly,” Melissa said, smiling impishly. “You never seem that interested. I just thought that maybe there was something you hadn’t been able to tell me—and it’s totally cool.”
I looked at her incredulously. Was she kidding? She didn’t blink or smirk. Holy shit! She wasn’t kidding.
“I’m not...” I lowered my voice to a harsh whisper and leaned closer. “I’m not a lesbian. I’m just not into any of the boys we go to school with.”
“Okay, okay.” She held her hands up in surrender. “Well good—I mean not good—just... It hurt a bit thinking that you weren’t confiding in me.”
“Trust me, if I do discover any special leanings, you’ll be the first to know.” I threw in a wink for good measure.
“That is so not funny.”
I was still laughing as we approached the gate.
“There he is again,” Melissa gushed, her face turning a pretty pink. “You cannot tell me that guy isn’t the hottest thing on two legs.”
“Well if he’s just lingering outside the school gates he’s either a creep or a P—” My words dropped like a stone. “Oh my God.”
Melissa laughed. “Right?”
But she’d misinterpreted my reaction, well not completely. The man was smoking hot, that much was true. He was tall with shaggy brown hair in need of a cut and a constant
three day growth shadowing his chin and jawline. Loose yellow pants, from his construction job, hung low on his slim hips, but he’d ditched the jacket and work shirt in exchange for a dirty white singlet that clearly showed the hard muscles of his chest and stomach.
He was leaning back against the trailer of a beaten up old truck and his crossed arms made his muscles bulge in a way that did funny things to my pulse.
“What the hell is he doing here?” I gasped, staring at him wide-eyed.
“You know him?” She rounded on me her face flushing. “You bitch! You’ve had a college boyfriend all this time and you kept it a secret.”
“He’s not my boyfriend!”
But I can’t be pissed right now about my oldest friend calling me a bitch, I’ll deal with that later. Right then I felt rooted to the spot as I just stared at him. It had been three months since I last laid eyes on Grayson Becker. He looked completely bored and a lot pissed as he watched the multitude of teens pouring out through the school gates.
But he wasn’t going to find what he was looking for amongst them.
He was looking for me.
I closed the distance, Melissa hot on my heels, shooting questions at me that I couldn’t answer. Grayson still hadn’t noticed us, he tipped his head back and by the way his lips parted I knew he was letting out a sigh. He leaned to the side and spat onto the dirt ground.
As he wiped the underside of his bottom lip with the edge of his thumb he saw me.
Immediately his expression changed. The smile morphed his face from dangerous to charming, his green eyes flashing. If the sight of his muscles made my pulse spike, that smile made everything inside me flip and catch fire simultaneously. Here stood the one reason why none of the boys in school could be anything more than friends.
“Hey there, Honor Role,” he said, his voice low and soft but all the same undoubtedly masculine.
“What are you doing here?” The words came out harsher then I’d meant but he just grinned wider.
“What’s the matter?” He licked his lips and pushed off from the truck. “Not happy to see your brother?”
Chapter Two
My phone was vibrating before we’d even pulled out onto the road and Melissa’s urgent text: WTF!!—made me smile. I quickly sent a reply promising to call and explain everything.
“Melissa is going to tear me a new ass.” I said. “She spent a good five minutes drooling over you before you announced yourself as my brother.”
“You never told her about me?” His voice sounded a little too controlled and I noticed his hands gripping the wheel tighter.
“Yeah I told her about you,” I replied suddenly feeling defensive. “You were just never around when she was around.”
He wasn’t really my brother, he was actually my stepbrother. His dad married my mum about five years ago. But even though he was three years older we’d gotten along right away. I remember finding him brooding out on the steps at our parent’s wedding reception. I didn’t really understand why he wasn’t happy. I was pretty sure he didn’t hate my mum or me, but I decided it was more about his mum. She’d died of cancer when he was like ten or something.
Even at thirteen I knew that nothing I could say could make him feel better. My dad up and left us when I was seven. I hated him for making my mum cry but he was alive, I don’t think it’s the same. Anyway, when I noticed him brooding all alone I grabbed an extra couple of pieces of wedding cake and gave him one.
He just grunted but he took it and we ate in silence together. After a while he kicked his foot against mine.
“You look like Tinkerbell in that dress,” he’d snickered.
“You look like a fag in that bowtie.”
He coughed out a shocked laugh and I flushed a little. We spent the rest of the reception sitting on the steps, snickering and snorting and exchanging insults.
At the end of the night our parent’s went to stay in a hotel for their wedding night. Grayson went to stay with a friend and so did I. I remember the way he’d smiled at me when I was standing up to go.
“I guess having a sister wouldn’t be so bad.”
Gray’s elbow shocked me back into the present and I just blinked stupidly at him. “I said, so your friend think’s I’m hot?”
My head swung around to glare at me so fast I think my neck cracked. “Yup, and that’s as close as you’re getting to her,” I snapped and shoved back the nasty sting of jealousy. “Just because I’m eighteen doesn’t mean she is. Sibling rule 406: You don’t fuck my friends and I don’t fuck yours.”
“One, that is not a rule,” he shot back, grinning. “And two, damn right you ain’t fucking any of my friends.”
“Aww, not even that one with the Mohawk and like a million tattoos? Or that other one who never bathes?” I gave him a mocking pout.
“Shut up, they’re not that bad.”
I shrug and make a face. “If you say so. You know, you didn’t have to pick me up,” I said. “I could have gotten a ride or just caught the bus. I’m not a child anymore and Jake said my car will be up and running again by tomorrow.”
He just shrugged. “Your mum was worried. She called and asked me to pick you up.”
“And like a good little lapdog you fell over yourself to do as you were told.”
“I’m nobody’s fucking lapdog.” He glared at me, looking away from the road for just a second. “I’d just finished work when she called. It wasn’t like I dropped everything just to come make sure your sorry ass got home safe.”
I sat back and just looked out the window as the houses and trees passed by too fast to really focus on anything. This was what my life must look like. Everything was passing so fast. Already we were doing end of year exams and another week or so and I’d be finished. Then there was college. All the ones with courses I wanted would take me across the country. Away from my family. Away from Gray.
“What are you thinking about?” His voice broke into my brooding and I felt my cheeks flush so I turned towards the cool rush of air.
“Where’s your bike?” I asked. “Since when do you have a truck?”
“I don’t always ride the bike,” he replied. “I use this for work.”
“I thought that was the point of being in a biker gang. You ride your motorcycles everywhere. In my mind you’re sleeping with it and eating with it.” He flipped me the bird and I just chuckled, turning in my seat to face him again. “Gettin’ that motor running, heading out on the highway, looking for adventure, in whatever comes your way...” His hand covered my mouth, effectively muffling my words as I started singing the last line.
After a moment he risked a look at me. “Are you done?”
I’m frozen, a hot chunk of coal scorching somewhere deep inside my core. His hand was wide and long-fingered, and pressed against my lips I could feel how calloused it was from work and riding his motorcycle. My senses were ablaze with the smells of his spicy aftershave mixed with soap and sweat. It’s a man smell that drives me wild in a way that I never do with the boys in class.
It was like I became another person in that moment. Another Carly rose to the surface and she liked the way he smelled too. Acting purely on instinct I turned my head to the side a little, parted my lips behind his hand and sucked one of those long thick fingers into my hot wet mouth.
His sharp gasp matched my own throaty moan. If I’d thought having his hand over my mouth was sexy, sucking his finger blew my mind. The moment I took that finger into my mouth heat shot hard and fast into my pussy, making my inner wetness leak into my panties and my clit throb.
His finger tasted the way he smelled. Earthy, a little salty, with the slight bitterness of engine grease. I thought I’d been aroused before but this shock of heat and need was so sudden and sharp and intense I was worried I might come right here in the passenger seat of my brother’s car.
He pulled his hand free, his finger slipping from my still sucking mouth with an audible POP. He just stared at me, breathing hard, his ch
est rising and falling raggedly and his eyes almost black. I knew I was mirroring him exactly: My full breasts rising and falling, my blue eyes wide with shock and excitement, my face flushing.
BEEEP!
The horn blare broke the spell and Grayson swore, swerving the truck back into his own lane. He spent the next few minutes swearing under his breath and gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.