25. Laney #2
“Take me inside,” he orders. “Now. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you forget the name of that boy .”
Already thinking I’m probably going to regret this, but deciding I don’t care, I link my fingers through his and pull him inside with me.
He slams the door shut with his foot, and within a split second, his fingers are in my hair, and he’s kissing me, hard.
He uses his body to maneuver us through the trailer and into the bedroom.
He shoves two fingers between my lips and grabs my ponytail in his other hand.
“Suck them,” he commands. “Show me how you’re going to suck my cock next.”
I do as he says, my mouth and tongue working his fingers while holding eye contact with him. My pussy tingles, and I squeeze my thighs together, experiencing a pleasurable throb.
“Get them good and wet cause I’m going to shove them in your cunt.”
I whimper. I shouldn’t let him get away with this, but God, it feels good. He takes his fingers from my mouth, pushes them beneath my skirt, and hooks them inside me. He fingers me roughly, his other hand still holding my ponytail tight. I moan and grind down on his hand, my arousal building.
Before I can get too close, he slips his fingers back out of me, lifts them to his mouth, and sucks them off. I stare at them sliding between his lips.
“You taste so good, Laney. I’ll never get enough of your pussy.”
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Make me come.”
“First you’re going to suck my cock.”
He pushes me to my knees, hard enough to bruise, and then opens the zipper of his jeans.
His hard cock is apparent in a curved line beneath the denim, but it only takes him a matter of seconds before he frees himself.
He’s so big, thick, and ridged with veins.
The head is darker in color than the shaft, and the metal of his piercing glints from his slit.
A drop of pre-cum already glistens there. I open my mouth to take him.
“That’s right, pretty little girl. Part your lips so I can shove my cock down your throat.”
I take his cock in my mouth and work the base with my hand. I lick and suck and lightly graze my teeth down his shaft, so he sucks in a breath.
“Deeper,” he tells me.
Trying to control my gag reflex, I force myself down as far as I can go. The piercing hits the back of my throat, and I fight against my reflexes.
“Swallow.”
I don’t know how I’m going to do it with his cock so far back, but I do, my throat closing around him. The sensation makes me gag and tears gather in my eyes, but he doesn’t pull away.
“Again,” he commands, but now his voice is gravelly with desire.
I do it, and the action tears a whimper from between his lips. Fuck. I love hearing that sound coming from him. I’m sure my throat will be bruised from being used in such a way, and the metal of his piercing has probably scraped me. All I want is to please him.
“Holy shit,” he says, moving back to free me. “I could come so easily like that, but I want to be inside you.”
Now his dick is no longer blocking my airway, I gasp for breath. He helps me to my feet, and then kisses away the tears from the corners of my eyes.
“You did so good, little sis. No one else has swallowed me like that before.”
He pushes us in front of the mirror, positioned on the dressing table opposite the bed. “I want you to watch how sexy you are when I fuck you. You’re mine. Not some random neighbor’s, and I’m going to remind you of that.”
I’m wearing a skirt and a long-sleeved T-shirt to hide my arms. To my relief, he doesn’t try to strip off my clothes, but instead flips up my skirt.
He bends me over so I can see us both in the mirror, then positions himself at my entrance.
He’s big, and I experience little stings of pain as I stretch around him, then he rams into me hard from behind.
My tits bounce, and I give a gasp of shock.
He takes hold of my ponytail again, forcing my chin up, my eyes still teary.
He takes me hard and fast. There’s no gentleness in this act, no love. He’s just claiming my body as his own. He moves faster and harder, slamming into me.
“Your cunt fits me perfectly,” he says. “You stretch around me so beautifully.”
“Oh, God. That feels so good.”
It does. I’m so full with him.
“Look at me in the mirror,” he commands. “Keep your eyes on me, little sis. I mean it. Don’t make me angrier.”
He locks eyes with me. He’s dominant, controlling. He knows he’s capable of breaking my heart, but, in that moment, I’m happy to let him.
“Say it, Laney. Say you love your big brother fucking you, ’cause you’re a dirty little whore.”
“I love it,” I gasp. “I love my big brother fucking me.” The words feel filthy and wanton coming from my mouth. I’m so close now. It’s building and building. I’m reaching for my climax, knowing I’m balancing right on the precipice.
“Why?” He slams hard inside me.
“’Cause I’m a dirty little whore.”
Can anyone outside the trailer tell what we’re doing? Is the whole thing rocking? Can they hear my cries?
Using that word tips me over the edge, and my orgasm rocks through me. My pussy clamps down around him, and he gives in as well, filling me up. We’re both coated in sweat, breathing hard, our heartbeats pounding.
We collapse onto the bed together.
“Holy shit,” I manage, pushing sweaty strands of hair out of my face.
He pulls me close and kisses my damp shoulder. “See. I told you I’d make you forget the neighbor.”
I playfully thump him on the chest. “I think I’ve got enough men in my life. There’s no room for anyone else.”
“Good,” he says gruffly. “And let’s keep it that way.”
He pauses for a moment, clearly thinking something.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Darius is playing at the concert hall again. He needs to know that you’re there for him.”
The blood drains from my face. “At the concert hall? In the audience?”
“Yes.”
I think of all the people, how I’ll be recognized.
It had been hard enough going there the first time with Reed before the crash, the first time I’d met them all.
I’d felt so utterly out of place, but then I’d heard Darius play, and the rest of the world had just fallen away.
I’d been mesmerized by him on stage, his bare torso shining with sweat, his hair whipping around his body with every draw of his bow.
His music had brought tears to my eyes, it had been so beautiful.
I suck in a shaky breath.
“I—I just don’t know if I can.”
“Please, Laney. He’d ask you himself, but he doesn’t want to put you in a difficult position.”
I note that Cade hasn’t had any trouble in doing so.
“Okay,” I relent. “If it means that much to him, I’ll come.”
“We’ll all be back together in public, the four of us.”
I remember the time at the restaurant. “Yes, I guess so. I hope that doesn’t mean people will gossip.”
“Fuck ’em.” Cade says. “If they want to gossip, let them.”
It’s easier for him. Women always get it worse in these situations. Men can sleep around with whoever they want and get a smack on the back in approval.
If women do the same, we’re called whores.
But then I think of what people will call Reed if they ever find out about our relationship, and keep my mouth shut.