11
ELLIE
Oh, my god. Micky just broke my brain again.
And I’m really here, in my stepbrother’s bed, holding his hot and heavy cock in my palm.
I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I’m really doing this with Micky.
This is what it’s like with dares. My mind buzzes with the freedom to let go and have someone else take responsibility for my actions. This is Gabriella’s idea, Gabriella’s task.
She’s given me the nudge I needed to get what I want, and what I want is more of this.
I can’t believe how hung he is. I got a glimpse into Colby’s room, and their sheer size should have been a clue. My stepbrothers lumber around our house like bears, so gruff and massive. And their shoes are the size of cruise ships. But that doesn’t always translate to the size of other things.
In the closet, I got my hand on Colby’s cock, but it was through two layers of fabric, and my mind was blown with pleasure, so it didn’t really register.
For a moment, I drift out of the moment to consider that all three of them will be equally well-proportioned. The prospect of them all naked in front of me with all their perfect abs and pecs and shoulders and biceps and thick thighs and ohhhh…
Micky leans in to kiss me, and I’m immediately back in the room.
He lowers his pelvis until the rigid underside of his cock settles against my too-sensitized pussy. There’s a question between us as he strokes down the line of my cheek and palms my breast.
Will we fuck?
Even though I know the answer–I knew before I tiptoed into his room and slipped between his sheets–I like the fact that Micky’s not assuming anything. There’s something chivalrous about the idea that he could serve me with enough pleasure to fracture the top of my skull and not expect anything in return.
But as much as I enjoy making him wait, I don’t know how much time we have before everyone sleeps more lightly, and I need to make the risky journey back to my room. I push at the waistband of his boxers, hoping he’ll get the hint.
His eyes meet mine, curious.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask.
His arm shoots out, practically tearing the drawer from his nightstand. In a flush of controlled rustling and searching, he pulls out a silver foil packet. I don’t think I’ve ever been so relieved to see a rubber.
When he kneels between my thighs, I lose my breath at the sight of him. In the low light, the shadowed dips between his muscles sculpt his body like the Roman masters. I trail my finger down the v of muscle on his left side, getting closer and closer to his cock. Shit. I want to tell him to hurry, but there’s no way I’m making myself look any more desperate than this dare already has.
The condom is a very snug fit, and he takes tantalizing seconds to roll it down, down, down until there’s no more latex to spread. His dick looks less than half covered, but I guess the important part is protected.
His eyes flick up to mine, and a quirk of a smile pulls his perfect lips. “See something you like?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” I whisper.
Resting his hand on my thigh, he considers me for a moment. “You sure about this?”
I nod because finding the words to tell him the truth, that I need this from him and hate myself for it, is too confusing for me to comprehend, let alone articulate.
“I can’t say I’m not surprised.” With his cock in his hand, he lowers over me, notching at my entrance and pausing to stroke my hair from my face. “Even though I had a feeling.”
“You had a feeling?”
“Yeah. That I wasn’t the only one wanting more.”
Even though I’ve been naked in front, I still flush bright from his words.
His eyes stay fixed on mine as he pushes to enter me. Is he searching for my stunned expression because he gets it in full force? My god, the stretch is unbelievable.
I don’t think my body can accommodate Micky’s full girth, but he knows exactly what he’s doing. Slow, shallow thrusts spread my wetness and allow my body to relax. He bites his lip in concentration, and I want to smile at his effort to make this pleasurable rather than painful. I groan as he hits deep, and his hand flies to my mouth, cupping it gently and making a ssshing sound. “You’ll wake everyone,” he smiles.
“But it feels so….gooooood,” I say into his palm, arching my back and rocking closer so my clit brushes his pelvis.
“It’s about to feel even better,” he says. “But you have to promise me to keep these pretty lips shut. Swallow the moans, baby. Keep all of it inside.”
On anyone else, his claims would sound like bravado, but Micky isn’t a showoff. He just knows his capabilities and owns them, and there is something so unbelievably sexy about that.
When he moves faster and deeper, I clamp my mouth shut and close my eyes, letting my body become one with his, undulating like the ocean around the stern of a boat. I dwell in the darkness behind my eyelids, concentrating on keeping quiet even as I whisper his name and tell him harder, faster. Micky doesn’t need instructions, though. He holds the perfect even tempo, building and building, drawing me tighter and closer until I have to open my eyes and stare at him because he’s about to achieve the impossible. He’s going to make me come while he’s inside me.
It’s never happened before. No matter how hard I’ve tried to get into the right position with other boyfriends. No matter what instructions I’ve garbled or how I’ve moved to get the friction right, a penetration orgasm has always been elusive.
But not with Micky.
Because he knows what my body needs. He grips my wrists against the bed with one hand and uses the other to tip my hips, and then it’s there, smooth and sparkling, like I’m slipping into a warm sea while the fourth of July fireworks light up the sky.
“That’s it,” he hisses, as his control seems to slip. I understand why. My pussy has clamped down so tightly it must be hard for him to withdraw. I guess he likes it like that because he closes his eyes and arches his spine, and then it happens.
I watch my stepbrother tumble into oblivion too.
Well, I say tumble into oblivion. In reality, he looks more like he’s been yanked into the depths of hell. His face pulls into a grimace, and his body seizes. Everything suddenly looks painful. But that’s how I know it’s good. So good.
When he eventually returns to the land of the living, Micky stares down at me with his emerald eyes, blinking fast as though he’s seeing me for the first time. His hair is flopping messily over his brow, and the skin on his chest is slick with sweat. He’s messy and panting and perfect. A different person now we’ve shared this epic experience together. Like a cardboard cutout made in 3D.
“Fuck, Ellie.” He shakes his head, those dark curls flopping in a way that tempts my fingers to touch. His hair is soft, and he closes his eyes as I gently pet him.
“That was…” I trail off, not knowing how to express what a life-changing moment I just experienced. How can I tell him he proved that I’m not broken? How can I tell him that every sexual experience I had before him was unsatisfying and disappointing?
We might have just done the most intimate thing possible, but somehow the emotions behind the physical act seem more sensitive, more private.
“It really fucking was,” he says. There’s a surprise in his tone, too. I can’t imagine that I’m the first girl who’s ever had that reaction, so maybe he’s just shocked that I did.
Maybe he’s always thought of me as frigid and uptight, and the reality is such a surprise.
Maybe he just created a new reality because, as stupid as it sounds, I don’t feel like the same person I was when I snuck across the hall and slipped into Micky’s bed. I feel like a ripe fruit that’s been peeled and devoured. I feel like a woman who’s been shown into a room that’s filled with treasure and told there are more rooms and infinite treasures, and all I have to do is keep coming back.
Could I? Without a dare to push me, could I make this a regular thing?
I don’t know.
Because there isn’t just Micky to show me the riches of the secret treasure sex rooms, there’s Sebastian and Colby too.
“Why now?” Micky asks.
I shrug, allowing my hands to trail his sweat-slicked back and take in the warmth of his crazy-fit body.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “The party…”
“I know,” he says, and with those two small words, he shows me he gets it. He felt it too. It wasn’t just me.
His brow furrows as he chews his cheek, considering me closely. “But right after, you were so angry about what happened. You looked at us like we’d violated a trust. What changed your mind?”
I could lie and tell him that my feelings have changed. I could use seeing them at the football training as the trigger for my mindset shift but doing that would be risky. It would mean admitting to feelings, and that isn’t what this is about.
But you like him, a little voice whispers. You like more than just how good he makes you feel. You saw how sweet he was with the kids and that stupid cat. You’ve noticed the gentle way he looks at you and all the times he’s changed the subject when mom was finding reasons to pick at you. You’ve seen the way he shields Sebastian from Harry’s derogatory comments. He’s a good person.
A good person with the potential to get under my skin.
My heart pounds with panic at the thought of what would happen if I admitted any of that. “Gabriella dared me,” I blurt, knowing that the truth is the best defense against heartache.
“She dared you to fuck me?” Micky pulls back, resting higher over me on straight arms. The space between our bodies is suddenly cold.
“She likes to get me to act on impulses that I usually stuff in a tightly sealed box.”
“So, you wanted to fuck me, but you only did it because she dared you?” He seems totally confused, and I’m suddenly hot with embarrassment. The truth might protect me from admitting how squishy my heart feels when he’s near me, but it makes me sound so frickin’ stupid.
“Why the dare, Ellie?”
I shrug, not wanting to admit that I’m a coward, but he doesn’t let it go. He waits, and waits, and waits for me to answer the question and in the end, the silence between us is too big and too loud for me to deal with.
“I’m not good at doing things that aren’t sensible,” I say. “I’m not good at stepping out of my comfort zone. Not without dares.”
When Micky rolls to his side, propping his head up on his hand so that he can stare down at me and touch my hair at the same time, I pull the sheet over my nakedness. He pushes it down again with a raise of his eyebrows.
“Did someone dare you to go in the closet at Dornan’s birthday party?”
“Dornan did.”
Micky nods, and I can almost hear the turning cogs of his brain as he works through this piece of information that has many implications.
“Why dares?” he asks.
I shrug, knowing that I’ve already spilled too much. Sharing makes me vulnerable, and I’m not ready to open myself up any more than I have.
We shared something amazing. And I realize, with a sudden rush of blood to the head, that I trusted this man with more than I’ve ever admitted to past lovers. I trusted him to tell him about a fragile part of me.
Stupid Ellie.
I need to draw a line under this conversation and get out of here. I need him to understand that it won’t happen again but that I’m cool with that. “I’m happy she dared me, and that’s all you need to know,” I blurt.
Micky nods and hooks his hand around my waist, pulling me closer. He smells so good, even after sex, in a way that makes me feel a little trippy. Is this what attraction is supposed to be like? Who knew?
“Can I ask you something else?” he whispers.
“Sure.” I kiss his stubbled jaw for no other reason than I want to taste the salt on his skin. That and it’s a distraction.
“If I dared you to fuck Colby, would you feel the same way? Is it an impulse you haven’t acted on? One that you would if I dared you. Like what you did with me.”
“Why Colby? Why not Seb?” I ask, feeling the penetrating way he’s watching me.
“It could be Seb. Would you prefer it if it was Seb?”
Would I?
I had considered none of this. Gabriella’s dare was a one-time thing, and I picked Micky. The memory of Colby’s whispered words and Seb’s flicking tongue set goosebumps racing over my skin. I shiver, and Micky feels it. He knows. I’m like an open book, my pages spread wide in front of him. But I’m not ready to answer his question. I’m not ready to reveal any more about my desires or feelings.
Shrugging, I kiss his mouth, and we explore each other deeply and slowly for long, liquid minutes. Long minutes we don’t have.
Eventually, my sensible self returns. “I should go.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
As I slide out of bed, tugging my nightdress back over my body, I smile. “That’s not how dares work, Micky,” I say.
“I dare you to fuck Colby.” His eyes never leaving mine as he watches for telltale signs that would give away how I feel about his challenge. He won’t see any because I keep my face impassive.
“Don’t tell your brothers what we did,” I say.
A frown pulls his brows together, and he cocks his head to one side.
“I’ll take the dare,” I say. “I always do.”
The smile he gives me lights up the darkness. “You want them, too?” he asks, full of bubbling hope.
I want them, too , I think, and my heart skitters with the truth of it. But I don’t tell Micky that.
“I’ll take the dare,” I repeat.
When I sneak back to my room feeling like a thief in the night, I curse how relieved I am that Micky gave me another dare.
Another chance to experience mind-altering sex.
Another opportunity to live out my fantasies, however annoyed I am for having them.
Colby’s next.
And however fearful I am of the risks associated, the only thought that lingers in my mind is: I wonder how he’ll react.