Stepbrother Master

by Jackson, Ava

  She fought so hard to keep her expression stiff, but even Emma looked like she was about to laugh. I slid along the bench until my thigh touched hers. I reached up and brushed a lock of now damp hair from her face. “I’ve never cooked for a woman before tonight.” My tone was soft, almost like I’d use with a spooked horse.

  “I thought you were cooking for yourself, not for me,” she replied.

  “You think I’d really go to all that trouble for myself?”

  She shrugged, and her breasts lifted out the water for a second before the frothing bubbles covered them again. My attention dropped—because I’m a red-blooded man, and all of the blood in my body was heading to my dick—before I lifted my eyes back to her face.

  “And Celeste?” she asked.

  All I could do was shake my head. “Celeste has never been part of the parade, as you called it. I know what she is—just a woman looking to get her hooks into a man. She’s only interested in me as the son of a wealthy ranch owner. Besides, I don’t know how you could you think, with you in this house, that I could ever look twice at her? You’re all I see, Emma. Doesn’t matter if I’m looking at you or not. You’re everywhere. All the time. Under my skin. In my blood.” I stroked my thumb over her cheek, still amazed at how fucking soft her skin was. “Like when I’m lying in bed at night, aching so fucking bad for relief because I swear I can feel you only a few feet down the hall. And when I wrap my hand around my cock and jack myself off until I come, it’s your name on my lips.”

  Her mouth dropped open into a small O.

  “That mouth of yours gives me ideas, Emma. Like how fucking good it’d feel to have your lips wrapped around my cock.”

  Her pupils dilated and her breathing turned shallow. I assumed no one had ever been so blunt with her before. She’d have to get used to it, because I planned to tell her every filthy fucking thing I wanted to do to her.

  I leaned in closer. “Do you like that, Emma? Do you like when I tell you what I want to do to you? Does it make you wet?”

  She swallowed but didn’t respond.

  That wouldn’t do at all.

  “I expect an answer when I ask you a question, sweetheart.” I wasn’t sure when I’d decided that I wasn’t going to call her pet, like all of the others I’d taken, but something in me had switched over where this woman was concerned.

  She nodded.

  “Words, Emma.”

  “Yes … yes, it makes me wet when you tell me you want my lips wrapped around your cock.”

  Fuck. Me. “And it makes me hard as a fucking rock to hear you say that, sweetheart. Do you remember your safe word?”

  “Pink,” she replied.

  “Good girl. Do you remember when to use it?”

  “When something is too much.”

  “Even better.” Just the reminder of her safe word brought to mind the origin of it—the gorgeous color of her nipples. Which I wanted to see right now. Fuck, I wanted to do more than see them—I wanted them in my mouth. Under my tongue. Between my teeth.

  I ducked my head and skimmed my lips along her jaw, triumphant in the shivers that rippled through her body. I loved knowing how much I affected her. Loved knowing that she was completely in the moment with me.

  “Kneel up for me, sweetheart. I want to see those gorgeous tits of yours.” Her eyes snapped open, and I couldn’t hold back my smile. Even with her shock, she complied with my order. I murmured another good girl, and reached for the string tie. “I’m glad you decided to follow orders and wear the bikini instead of the one piece.”

  Her mouth dropped open again. “How did you know I was considering wearing a one piece?”

  “Because even though we haven’t known each other that long, I’m starting to know how you think. How you react.” Once I had the knot undone, I carefully pulled the strings forward and peeled the thin cups from her breasts. Every inch of skin that I uncovered was another example of total fucking perfection. I cupped both tits in my hands, and I lowered my mouth and skimmed my lips along the upper slopes.

  Her chest rose and fell as I reached her right nipple, and her words came out slightly shaky. “What would you have done if I’d disobeyed?”

  I lifted my eyes as I tongued her areola. More shivers racked her body. I lifted up an inch, not releasing my hold. “I would’ve put you over my knee and turned your ass red before I did exactly what I’m going to do right now—make you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.” I paused as soon as I’d described the punishment, deciding that there was another conversation Emma and I were overdue to have. “And now is probably a good time to discuss limits, sweetheart.”

  “Limits?” she asked.

  “Yes. Your hard limits. Things you wouldn’t want to try.”

  She chewed on her lower lip, like there wasn’t anything that sprang to mind. Fucking hell, my cock got even harder. I decided to help her out. “I’m pretty sure you’re already good with restraints.”

  She nodded. “Yes.” I knew we could both recall the way I’d bound her hands at the gazebo.

  “And some light spanking.”

  She nodded again, her pupils dilating.

  “And what about anal play?” Dear God, let her say yes. That peach of an ass has been begging to be fucked since the first day I’d seen her.

  “I … I’ve never done anything like that, but I’m willing to try…”

  That’s my girl. I gave a tight nod. “Good. If anything else comes up, we’ll discuss it first. I want you to feel comfortable to try new things with me.”

  She sucked in a breath as I closed my mouth over her nipple, sucking, licking, and tugging at it with my teeth. My thumb and forefinger closed over the other, rolling and squeezing until she turned and writhed against my thigh, desperate for the contact that would make her come.

  The jets cycled on, blasting me from behind, and an idea bubbled up with the frothing water. I gripped Emma by her hips and pulled her back

  “What are you—”

  “Trust me. You’re going to love this.”

  I pressed a few buttons on the control panel before maneuvering us so we both faced one of the jets as the pulse died away. I reached in front of Emma and aimed it so it hit right at the level of her pussy. I tugged the string ties of her bikini bottoms and tossed them over the edge of the hot tub.

  Her protest was silenced when my hand slipped around her hips and covered her tight little cunt. The object of my movements must have dawned on her, because she murmured, “Oh, shit.”

  “I got you, sweetheart. I told you I was going to make you come harder than you ever have in your life.” My words feathered over her ear.

  The jet flared to life again, and I spread her pussy lips with my fingers, letting the smooth pulse of the water hit her clit.

  “Oh my God.” Emma breathed, squirming against me. “Oh my God. I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.” The water calmed, and I skimmed my fingers over her center, before dipping them lower and thrusting two inside her. Lowering my lips to the column of her throat, I dragged my teeth down the tendon.

  “Holy—” The rest of whatever she was about to say was drowned out by another pulse of water jetting against her clit and her body-arching moan.

  Her inner muscles clamped down on my fingers and her hips bucked against my hold for long moments.

  Holding Emma through her orgasm was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever done in my life. When her body stopped trembling, I slid back onto the bench and cradled her on my lap. I couldn’t help but think about how fucking good she felt in my arms, and how this—this moment of having her in my arms—would be the perfect way to end every night.

  Chapter 11

  Emma

  I couldn't believe it. I was pinned to a hot tub wall, coming apart at the seams. My stepbrother's erection pressed against the cleft of my ass and his lips murmured sweet, filthy nothings into my ear. Who the hell was this woman I'd turned into? She lived for the pleasure humming along her nerves,
sensual and completely shameless, her every move charged with eroticism. It was her who twisted in Ford's arms to unlace his swim trunks and shove her hand inside. It was her who stroked that huge, hard cock just to feel it throb in her grasp, imagining it somewhere else.

  And I realized … I loved this. I felt lewd and greedy and more alive than ever before. My muscles still trembled with the aftershocks of my orgasm, but it had only whetted my appetite. I couldn't care less that Ford was my stepbrother anymore. All that mattered was the new Emma he'd brought out of me—and his willingness to satisfy her.

  “More already?” he purred. “You must be pretty pent up.”

  Damn right I am. I've been dying to get my hands on this massive thing since day one. The pleased, possessive note in his voice made me shudder. If it meant him talking to me like that, I wanted to let Ford master me. I wanted him to wear me out like the plaything I was.

  “Well … that sounds like something I can take care of. Check the edge of the hot tub behind me.”

  With only a little reluctance, I let go of his cock and did as he ordered. My fingers found the smooth foil of a condom packet. That arrogant son of a—! Sweet heat bloomed up my spine, and I couldn't help but laugh. “You just assumed we'd be screwing up here?”

  “Like I said, sweetheart, I know you.” He tangled his hand in my hair and tilted my head back, just enough to expose my throat. Anticipation jolted through me. “Normally I'd drag this out, tell you to be patient, but I'm done waiting to have you.” Suddenly, he sat back, pulling me into his lap. I squirmed to get oriented and straddled his hips. “Fuck yourself on my cock, Emma. Show me what you think about when you're alone at night.”

  I didn't need to be told twice. I fumbled to tear open the condom, rolled it on, and sank down with a cry. He was fucking huge, and I made a desperate sound as I struggled to fit all of him inside.

  “Take your time,” he said, through gritted teeth. “Goddamn, you’re tight. That cunt is strangling my dick. Go easy, sweetheart.”

  As ordered, I took my time, drawing a deep breath of fresh air, and relaxing my inner muscles so my body could accept the invasion I’d been desperately craving. Once he was fully buried, I let out a cry of relief at the same time I heard him curse. Slowly, carefully, I eased myself up and down and found my rhythm. Despite all my concerns about our parents discovering our secret, about Celeste, about this summer, I let him shove his giant cock into me, and I rode him with everything I had.

  Finally, I could have my fill of Ford. There was nowhere else we needed to be right now, nobody to interrupt us or wonder where we'd gone. Again and again, I impaled myself on his length as hard as I could, squeezing his legs with mine. My wet hands clung and slipped on his broad, muscled shoulders. His black hair stuck to his forehead with water and sweat. His dripping hand came up to trace my jaw, my neck, my heated pulse, leaving streaks of wetness that cooled rapidly in the still night air. Our bodies steamed as if we were boiling the hot tub around us.

  “Come for me, Emma,” Ford said. “You're already close, aren't you? Your sweet cunt is clenching around me … it feels so damn incredible.”

  Unable to speak, I answered him with a high, lilting moan. My thighs trembled as I rose up and drove down, spearing his cock right into that perfect spot inside me. He gripped my hips to help me move even faster. A noise like a sob tore from my throat. It felt so good, so intense, it bordered on painful. Whether I held back or let loose, I was almost afraid I'd pass out either way.

  “That's it, sweetheart. You can do it. Let me feel you come.” His mouth came down to bite and suck at my neck, never faltering in his thrusts. My whole being melted and coiled up all at the same time, so close, couldn’t stop now, oh my fucking God…

  Overwhelming pleasure broke me apart. I collapsed on top of Ford, my senses slowly drifting back together, shivering at the feel of him pulsing inside me. But he didn't let me rest for long. “I'm not done with you yet.” He breathed into my ear. His arms slipped around me, one behind my shoulders and one under my knees.

  “W-what the hell are you—”

  I squealed as he lifted me in one smooth motion. He stepped up out of the hot tub and started walking across the roof like I weighed nothing.

  “I want you in my bed,” he replied, “and that's what I'm going to have.”

  Resting my cheek against his perfect pecs, I considered biting his nipple, then decided to just enjoy the ride rather than risk him dropping me.

  We dripped a wet trail all the way down the stairs and through the hall to the bathroom. Ford put me down gently, careful that I didn't slip, and turned on the shower. I admired his tight, sculpted ass as he stepped into the steaming spray.

  He turned around, looking amused at my ogling. “Come on,” he said. “We need to rinse off the chlorine.”

  “Oh, sure. This definitely isn't an excuse to keep me naked and get me all soapy.” Even as I said that, I stepped into the shower behind him.

  “Since when do I need an excuse to do anything to you?” He slid his hands over my ribs, tickling the sides of my breasts with his thumbs, and all the way down to squeeze my ass. His hot mouth chased water droplets over my collarbone and my stiffening nipples.

  On a wicked impulse, I grabbed his wrist. I held his heavy-lidded gaze as I lifted his hand to my lips. I kissed his first two fingertips, then took them into my mouth, sliding my tongue down and back up with a slow, deliberate bob of my head. His eyes burned and his breath quickened. His mouth curved in an expression that only resembled a smile; in reality, it was a predatory flash of teeth, ready to overpower me in an instant. And I wanted to walk even deeper into the tiger's den.

  My wish was soon granted. “You're clean enough,” Ford said, voice rough with barely restrained desire. “But I'm going to fix that right now.” He shut off the shower and dragged me across the hall.

  I had never gone inside his room, only seen glimpses of it through a half-open door, and it was huge—almost like a second master suite. But I didn't get the chance to look around before Ford almost threw us both onto his bed. “I want to make you come until you forget your own name.” He bit at my neck and I whimpered. “Until you beg me to stop.”

  I couldn't imagine that ever happening. I'd come twice already, but right then, my appetite felt endless. Like we could screw until dawn and it wouldn't even make a dent. “God, yes.” I panted. “Just hurry up!”

  Suddenly Ford shifted his weight, pinning my arms and legs. “Are you giving me orders?” His expression turned wicked. “Maybe I should just tie you up and tease you for a while. An hour or two.”

  I shivered in desperation. The thought of being denied like that made me feel simultaneously frantic and even more turned on. “I'm n-not trying to tell you how to do your job. I just want you to do it faster.” I writhed my hips up at him for emphasis.

  With a dark chuckle, he pushed my knees up to my shoulders. “I'll let that go, sweetheart. Just this once.” He leaned over to his bedside table for another condom. He made quick work of tearing the package open and rolling it on. He lined himself up with my entrance, and my moan echoed off the high ceilings when he finally slid inside. He entered me harder this time. Faster. Like he couldn’t hold back.

  Our mouths crashed together in a messy, desperate kiss. I clutched at his rippling back as he pounded into me. His pelvis ground mercilessly against my clit. He was so big, so thick and long, that he seemed to hit everywhere inside me at once, lighting up pleasure centers I barely knew I had. Just as I caught my breath, Ford withdrew almost entirely and plunged back in, driving the air from my lungs again. And then he did it again, rubbing my G-spot each time.

  “This is what I thought about every time I looked at you,” he murmured. “All those nights I was jerking off alone … sometimes I'd even have to sneak off in the middle of the day, because I'd seen your lips slide over your spoon at breakfast or a breeze flip up your skirt.”

  Ford slowed for a moment, breaking our kiss to shift back
on his knees, and thrust even harder at a new angle. I cried out and my hands fell to clutch at the sheets. So deep, so full, striking right where I needed it.

  “I pictured you exactly like this. Knees around my ears and luscious tits bouncing as I fucked your brains out.” He gripped my hips harder with one hand and rubbed my clit with the heel of the other. “And when you couldn't walk the next day, I'd just keep you in my bed and do it all over again.”

  My head swam and my skin buzzed. It was almost too much, but I wanted to feel even more of that subtle burn behind the pleasure. I wanted to remember him inside me every time I moved tomorrow. Raw pleasure pulsed and pooled in my belly, driving out every other thought. I gave a low, animal noise deep in my chest. I was so agonizingly close; any second now, I would lose myself. Let Ford take me apart completely.

  Our eyes caught and held. That fiery gaze—bent on overwhelming, consuming, owning—was what finally pushed me over the edge. I arched up with a scream, spasming around him in wave after shuddering wave.

  “Fuck, Emma.” Ford growled into the crook of my shoulder, stubble scratching my neck. He gave a few more forceful, erratic thrusts, then stilled.

  For several moments we just lay panting together. I felt boneless and deliciously sore. After that avalanche of an orgasm, I found that I'd been wrong earlier—my horniness was finally outweighed by sheer exhaustion.

  Eventually, Ford untangled his limbs from mine and sat up, shooting me a pleased half-smirk. The satisfaction of a job well done … in more ways than one. I probably looked just as thoroughly fucked as I felt. “You up for another round?” he said at last.

  “Shut up.” I groaned. I would have thrown a pillow at him if I'd had the energy. “Like you're fresh as a daisy.” The worst part was, I wasn't completely sure that he was kidding.

  He swung his legs off the bed. “If you're tired already, we can pick up where we left off later.” I enjoyed the nice view as he came around to my side, still naked, and offered his arm.

  Surprised at the gentlemanly gesture, I took it and pulled myself to my feet. Despite his sweet words in the hot tub before, I still thought of tonight as a standalone thing. It didn’t occur to me that Ford—that either of us, really—was after more than some quick relief. But a repeat performance sounded far from unappealing. I guess I'm fine with having a fuck buddy as talented as Ford, even if he is my stepbrother.