Stepbrother Wants (His Twisted Game, Book Eight) (4 page)

He was wearing a pair of drawstring
cotton plaid pants and no shirt, and my body cried out for his, wanting to bury
myself in his chest, to feel his arms around me, to lose myself in his kisses,
his touch.
 
My pull toward him was
so strong it scared me, made me feel like I was losing control.

“No, it wasn’t like that.”
 
I shook my head.
 
“It wasn’t like he was offering me
money for sex, he just made it seem like if I was with him, he would take care
of me.”
 
I twisted my fingers
together in front of me.
 
“It just…I
thought that if I had help from him, if he was able to take care of me, then
maybe my mom would finally agree to leave.”

Cole’s eyes blazed.
 
“You told him about your mom?”

“No.”
 
I shook my head.
 
“No, I never told him.
 
It
was just something I thought.”

“You know now that was ridiculous, don’t
you, Avery?”

“Yes.”
 
I swallowed, trying to find the right words.
 
“He never…I mean, after he took that
video, I never heard from him again.”

I remembered how it had gone, seeing
Jeffrey out with his friends, the casual way he would brush by me, the way he acted
like nothing had happened between us, acted
like
 
he
hadn’t told me he wanted to be
with me, hadn’t told me he was going to take care of me.

How I’d cried on my bed, hating myself
for it, because I hadn’t even liked Jeffrey that much.
 
It was more the loss of hope that I was
going to maybe, finally,
be
able to escape my horrible
home life.

“Cole,” I said.
 
“Why were you watching that video?”

“Because I’m fucking crazy,” he
said.
 
He was over by the window
now, the
lights
from the city shining through the
glass and illuminating his body.
 
I
longed to be pressed against his muscular chest, to feel his strong arms around
me.
 
His body looked like it had
been cut from stone, all flat planes and defined abs.

“What?”

He turned to look at me.
 
“Because I’m insane, okay, Avery?
 
Because I can’t stop thinking about you
with him, can’t stop thinking about him touching you.
 
I’ve been watching that video for hours, going out of my
mind.”
 
He turned and crossed the
room to me, pulled me to him, crushing me against his chest.

My body instantly responded, my nipples
getting hard and heat rushing between my legs.
 
My skin flushed, my breathing deepened.

“Cole,” I breathed.

“Did you like it?” he demanded.
 
“Did you like fucking him?”

I shook my head.
 
“No, it wasn’t… it didn’t mean
anything.
 
It wasn’t like that.”

He reached his hand around and gathered
my hair in his hand, twisting it together and pulling it back. His lips grazed
my neck, and he kissed the hollow of my throat gently, moving up to my lips
before his mouth claimed mine.

He kissed me hard, his tongue exploring,
his
intent clear.
 
I felt myself getting pulled under, surrendering to him.

He pulled away from me.
 

“You are mine,” he growled, his forehead
pushed against mine.
 
“I don’t want
anyone else touching you.
 
Ever.
 
Do you understand?”

I nodded.
 
“It was in the past, Cole.”

“I don’t want excuses, Avery.”

I nodded again as his hands snaked up my
body, pushing the bottom of my t-shirt up and over my ass.

“Do you know how it made me feel, having
to watch that?”

I shook my head.

“It drove me insane,” he said.
 
“I was sick, watching him put his hands
all over you.”
 
He pulled back and
looked at me.
 
“I can’t…I don’t …
”
 
He
turned and
walked away from me.

“What?” I asked.
 
“What is it?”

“I took that picture of you,” he said,
sitting down on the bed.

“What picture?”

“In the hot tub.”

I closed my eyes, remembering him
snapping that picture of me, the one of my face covered in his cum.
 
A warmth
flew
through me as I thought about how hot it had been, how much I’d loved being at
his mercy, how much I’d wanted him to be in total control of me.

“So?” I said.
 
I crossed the room to where he was sitting on the bed and
got down on my knees in front of him.
 
I looked up at him.
 
“I
liked it,” I said shyly.

“No, Avery.
 
It’s not… It’s fucked up, what we’re doing.
 
You deserve better than me.”

“You are all I need.
 
You are all I want,” I said.
 
I placed my palms on his thighs, and
snaked my hands up until I felt his cock.
 
He was starting to get hard through his pajama pants, and I put my hand
on his shaft.

He grabbed my wrist, stopping me.
 
“No,” he said.
 
“We’re fucked up, Avery.
 
We can’t keep doing this.”

“Please,” I said.
 
I reached down and pulled my t-shirt
off, exposing my bare breasts to him.
 
“I want you to, Cole.
 
I’ll
do anything you want.
 
I’ll beg
you.”

Lust and desire overtook his face, and I
saw him struggling, saw him trying to fight it.
 

“Please,” I said.
 
“Please, Cole.”
 
I squeezed my tits in my hands, pulled
them up and held them in front of me, running my thumbs over the nipples as I
presented myself to him.

He groaned.
 
“Jesus, Avery.”

I pulled my breast up to my mouth and ran
my tongue over the nipple.
 

“Fuck, Avery,” Cole moaned.
 
“You are so fucking hot.”

I sucked harder on my nipple.

“Yeah, baby girl,” he said, and heat
rushed to my center, dampening my panties.
 
He only called me ‘baby girl’ when we were fucking, and
hearing him call me that made my body instantly hot.

“Suck your nipples, Avery.”

I did as he instructed, sucking one and
then the other, my eyes locked on his.
 

“Now take my dick out.”

He stood up and I pulled his pants and
boxers down.
 
His thick cock sprung
from his pants, the tip already wet with precum.

“Suck it, baby,” he said.
 
“Put it in your mouth.”

I took it in my hand, stroking it, then
slipped it past my lips and into my mouth, bobbing up and down on his
dick.
 
I loved the feel of him in
my mouth, loved the way he felt and tasted – salty and acrid and good.

He put his hand on the back of my head
and pushed me down on his shaft.

“Good girl,” he said.
 
“Look up at me, baby.
 
Let me see your pretty eyes.”

I looked up at him, our eyes meeting as
he choked me with his dick.

“Good girl.
 
Now stay still.”

I stopped moving as he took control of my
mouth, my body,
my
thoughts.
 
I was his to do with as he pleased.
 
The head of his cock pulsed in my mouth
as he fucked my face, holding my head steady as he pounded my mouth with his
thick, hard dick.

He pushed his cock all the way into my
mouth, forcing me to deep throat him.
 
He held it there and I resisted the urge to gag for as long as I could
until finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I sputtered around his cock, and he took
it out and brushed it against my lips.

“Suck my balls, Avery,” he commanded, his
voice laced with passion.

I moved my mouth down to his balls, sucking
on his skin, licking them and playing with them while I stroked his dick with
my hand.

The whole time my brown eyes stayed
trained on his blue ones, the two of us consumed by a force bigger than us, a
force that was wrong and dysfunctional and deliciously sexy.
 
I didn’t care about consequences or
whether or not what we were doing was fucked up or wrong.
 
All I cared about was pleasing Cole, of
him taking over my body and using it for his pleasure.

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me
off his dick, then slapped his cock on my tongue.

Then he picked me up and threw me down on
the bed.

“Get on all fours, baby girl,” he
growled.

I got on all fours, and he reached up and
slid his hand over my ass.
 
“Shake
your ass for me.”

I shook my ass for him and he rewarded me
with a spank.
 
“Good girl,” he
growled.
 
He got behind me, then
reached down and grabbed my hair again, pulled me back up so that I was
kneeling in front of him.
 
His hard
muscular chest pushed into my back, and he cupped my chin in his hand and
turned my head so he could kiss me.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he breathed.

“I’m yours.”

“Again.”

“I’m yours, Cole.”

“Tell me no one else can touch you.”

“No one else can touch me.”

He pushed me away from him, so hard that
I almost gasped as I ended up back on the bed.
 
He pulled my thong over to the side and his finger dipped
down and pushed against my asshole.
 
I gasped.

“Tell me,” he said.

“I’m yours.”

“Beg.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I whined.

“Where?”
 

The tip of his finger slid into my ass,
spreading it out around him.
 
He
spit on it, letting his saliva lubricate me as he pushed in a tiny bit further.
 
My breath caught in my chest and I
whimpered.

“Where?” he demanded.

“Anywhere you want.”

“Your ass?”

“Yes.”
 
His finger slid in further as he spit on me again.
 
Pain and pressure pulsed through my
body, along with a deep sense of pleasure that pooled in my belly, searing and
wrong.
 

“Tell me.”

“I want you to take me in the ass,” I
said.

“Have you ever had it in the ass before,
Avery?” he demanded.

“No.”
 
I shook my head.

“I’ll be your first.
 
Your only.”
 
His voice was laced with satisfaction and hunger, and I
realized his need was stemming from the fact that he’d seen me with Jeffrey on
that video.
 
He wanted to claim me,
wanted to own me in a way that no one ever had before.
 
The thought excited and repulsed me at
the same time.

“Yes,” I breathed.

I pushed the side of my face further into
the bed as I felt him come up behind me.
 
He held his shaft in his hand and moved it over the slit of my pussy,
getting his cock wet with my desire.
 
Then he moved it to my ass.

“Cole,” I gasped.
 
“Please, I’m…”

“Don’t be nervous, baby girl,” he
said.
 
“I’ll go nice and slow.”

“Okay.” I breathed out as I felt the tip
of him slide into my ass.

The pressure was almost unbearable, the
stretching weird and foreign.
 
I
gasped and said, “Cole,” again.

He stopped, letting me get used to his
width spreading me apart.
 
He put
his finger on my clit and rubbed it, and the ecstasy that coursed through my
body from his touch dulled the uncomfortableness of his dick being in my
ass.
 
He pushed in a little bit
further, inching inside of me slowly, the whole time rubbing my clit with his
finger.

I was shocked at how easily I stretched
out around him, how quickly something that had been so uncomfortable could turn
to such bliss.

He pushed all the way inside of me with
one final thrust, and then stopped.
 
His hips were pushed up flush against my ass, his dick buried inside of
me.

“Fuck,” he breathed.
 
“Your ass is so tight, baby girl.”