Forbidden: Ultimate Stepbrother Collection (16 page)

Chapter 14

Beck

“Fucking hell, Jessa,” I growled as I lunged at her. My fingers wrapped nearly completely around her arms. She gasped as I took roughly hold of her, the tiny waves of trembles still pulsing through her petite and utterly feminine body. Her fingers clutched at my arms as I ravaged her with a long hard kiss first, but it wasn’t enough. “All of you. I have to taste fucking all of you,” I muttered against her soft, wet lips.

She mewled invitingly in response.

My hands took hold of her waist and I lifted her off her feet and carried her to the carved wooden post on my bed. One last time I plunged my tongue into her mouth, drinking in the sweet taste of her, before I spun her around. I stood behind her, my cock bulging against the fly of my pants and my heart smacking the inside of my ribcage. I smoothed my hands down her arms gently and then took roughly hold of her wrists. I lifted both her hands to the post. She knew what I wanted and grabbed hold of it, a moan rolling off her lips as she did so.

My cock was aching to be free. I stepped back just long enough to take off my pants and look at her, naked and more fuckable than I’d ever imagined. And I’d imagined plenty. Her pert round ass jutted up and out, ready for whatever I wanted. I was fucking dreaming. I knew she’d be something, but I hadn’t expected this. She wanted the dangerous Beck. She was going to get all of him and then some.

Her body trembled so sweetly, so seductively it nearly made me come just looking at her. I allowed myself the luxury of sticking my cock between her thighs just for a second, tucking it close to the crisp hairs of her pussy. As if she’d read my thoughts, she tightened her legs, holding my shaft close to her body. She pulled a hand free and reached back to take hold of the base. I closed my eyes to absorb the feel of her long fingers around my cock. It was too much.

I took hold of her wrist and pushed it up against the post again. “Move those hands again, baby,” I whispered against her ear, “and I’ll tie them there.” A ripple of what seemed to be a mix of fear and pleasure shook her beautiful body. I felt the vibration all the way down to my cock, still secure between her legs. Reluctantly, but with necessity, I withdrew my cock from between her thighs. Just being there had nearly brought me to climax. I was so hard and slick with pre-come, it felt as if I’d been inside of her already.

I grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her ass farther out. My hands dove between her thighs. “Part them for me, baby. I want to see and taste all of you.” She complied obediently by moving her feet wide apart. I yanked her ass farther out, and her hands, still gripping the pole, stuttered down the polished wood. I sat down on my knees behind her, her completely exposed pussy shining in my face, inviting me to taste her. I reached up with callused fingertips and spread the folds of her hot wet pussy wide. She sucked in a breath and took her hands off the pole, pulling her pussy slightly from my grasp.

I got up and stomped to my dresser and yanked out a necktie. She blinked like a scared kitten at me over her shoulder, but the way she licked her bottom lip assured me she was no scared kitten. I walked over and peered down at her. “Sorry, Ducky, you’ve left me no choice.”

She bit her bottom lip and gave a tiny, almost imperceptible cry as I took hold of both her hands and bent her forward to grasp the pole again. I bound her wrists together and then secured them to the pole. She pulled against her restraint for just a second and then relaxed as I reached under and teased her nipples, pinching them softly at first and then harder. Another tiny cry, a sound that made my cock surge with need.

I circled around my sultry, little captive, the scent and look of her nearly bringing me to the edge of climax, and knelt down behind her. Once again I reached up and spread wide the folds, exposing her red, swollen clit. She pulled her hands but couldn’t move. I had her, all of her.

I leaned my face up and swept my tongue over her clit. Another soft mewl of pleasure. Her sounds were making me so hard, it was all I could do not to plunge into her right then. But control had always helped me win in the ring, and I kept that restraint now, but not for long. Even I had my limits, and Jessa pushed those limits beyond anything else I’d come up against.

My tongue dove into her pussy as my thumb continued to tease her swollen clit. She responded by pushing her ass out more, pressing herself against my face and probing tongue. One hand held her hip while the other massaged her clit as my tongue and mouth devoured her. She wanted it, all of me, tongue, fingers, mouth. She pushed hard against the onslaught, tugging ever so often at the binding around her wrists but not moving from the position I held her in. The hand holding her hip was no longer needed. My sweet and willing sex kitten wasn’t going anywhere.

I lifted my mouth away from her, and she nearly crumpled to her knees in disappointment.

“Do you like this, baby?” I teased. “Tell me you want more. I want to hear you beg.”

“Yes, fuck yes. Damn you, Beck, don’t you dare stop. Please.”

Her pleas felt as if she’d reached around and grabbed my cock again. I needed to be inside of her, and soon, or die from it.

I got back on my knees and lightly bit her ass. She shrieked and wriggled away from my teeth but then seemed to want more. I bit her again lightly, taking the soft, supple flesh of her ass in between my teeth. My hands went back to her pussy, and I plunged first two, then three fingers deep inside of her. She moaned in pleasure and ground against my hand, silently begging for more. As the one hand fucked her, deeper and harder, the other came up and gave her a stinging slap on her ass. She shrieked, and again pulled at her bindings, seemingly forgetting about the tie.

“Sorry, Ducky, you are my captive, remember?”

She whimpered, but it was a sound that begged for more. I spanked her again, leaving a faint pink mark on her white, round as an apple, ass. Once more for good measure. Then I reached forward and took hold of her hair. I pulled it and leaned her head back. She peered up at me from long lashes and heavy lids.

I kissed her lips and pressed my mouth harder against hers as I spoke. “You are mine,” I muttered. “You’ve always been mine. Since the first fucking day I laid eyes on you, you’ve been mine, Jessa.” I tugged her hair again. “Tell me what I want to hear, baby.”

“I’m yours. I’ve only ever been yours.” A tear rolled down the side of her face. But it wasn’t pain or fear. It was that confession . . . finally, the fucking hardcore truth that both of us had wanted to scream out to the world every damn day.

I released her hair and kissed her shoulder before kneeling down behind her. I kissed the pink marks I’d left on her ass, and she mewled softly at the gentle pressure of my mouth against her tender skin. I slid my thumb back to the folds of her pussy, now dripping with moisture. My tongue dove inside of her and as she rocked against me, I pushed my finger between her ass cheeks finding the tight puckered hole. I pressed my finger inside of her ass. She clenched against the pressure at first but then moved against my finger, taking a little more of it in each time. I invaded every intimate place, and she moved harder and harder against the onslaught. If her hands had not been bound to the post, she would have collapsed from it all.

Then her movements quickened. She took all of me in, my probing fingers, my tongue. She took it all. She cried sweetly into the cool air of my room as her pussy clenched around my tongue and hand.

As the shuddering waves began to subside, I stood behind her. My cock was slick with wanting her. I dug my fingers into the flesh on her hips. “Hold tight, baby,” I growled as I plunged inside of her. Even after the invasion of my mouth and fingers, she was tight.

“God, baby, you’re fucking unbelievable,” I groaned. “I can feel every damn inch of you.” I rocked against her, plunging in deeper each time and yet, still, never getting enough of her.

Jessa’s bound hands gripped the post, and she cried out every time I slammed into her.

I held her steady with one hand and reached around to her clit with the other. As my finger slid through the wet fold to her clit she closed her legs, still holding her ass high against me to receive my cock’s assault. She clamped my hand tightly between her legs, holding my fingers firm against her pussy. All the while she met my thrusts with her own.

“God, Beck, you have me back to the fucking edge again,” she cried.

I withdrew my cock and then pushed deep inside of her again. “You come for me again, baby. Do you fucking hear me? I want you to come around my cock like you did my hand. I want you tightening around me, holding me snuggly in your slick pussy.” I slid the hand holding her hip to her ass again and without warning I plunged my finger inside the tight hole. A low groan rolled from her lips, a sound that was so deep with pleasure it brought me right to climax.

“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.