7. Zoey #2
"I need to grab something from my car," I tell Mom, heading back toward the door before she can respond.
The evening darkness swallows me as I cross the driveway toward the parking area. Zachary's black Mercedes sits in a secluded corner, away from the house lights. He's in the driver's seat, watching me approach through the windshield.
My heart pounds as I reach for the door handle.
I slide into the passenger seat, ready to argue about his library stunt. "You can't just summon me like?—"
He cuts me off, pulling me onto his lap in one smooth motion. I gasp as he positions me straddling him, my back pressed against the steering wheel.
"Our parents are inside," I manage between his aggressive kisses.
"I don't care." His hands grip my hips, holding me in place.
"This is crazy. Anyone could?—"
His mouth silences my protest. I try to hold onto my anger, but it melts under his demanding kiss.
His hands push up my shirt, palming my breasts through my bra roughly, squeezing and kneading.
I arch into his touch involuntarily, body betraying every rational thought.
My nipples harden against his palms even through the fabric.
"Still think Brandon could make you feel like this, Zoey?" he growls against my lips.
"There's nothing with Brandon!" But my protest sounds weak even to my own ears.
He works my jeans and panties aside roughly, not bothering to fully remove them. Just access. I hear his belt buckle, the rasp of his zipper. His cock springs free between us, hard and demanding. The thick length presses against my inner thigh as he positions me.
"Tell me you're mine."
He positions his cock at my entrance and pulls me down onto him in one hard thrust. I cry out at the sudden penetration, still sore from this morning but taking him anyway. Stretched and filled completely, every thick inch forcing my pussy to accommodate him.
"Fuck—Zachary—" I gasp, gripping his shoulders.
"Ahh—yes—" I moan as he starts moving me on his cock.
He fucks me hard in the cramped space, lifting me up and slamming me back down.
My back hits the steering wheel with each thrust, the horn pressing into my spine.
I grip his shoulders desperately, trying to stay quiet, trying not to scream.
His cock fills me completely, stretching my pussy around his thick shaft.
It's rough, claiming, possessive. Everything I shouldn't want but desperately do.
"This pussy is mine." His voice is dark, filthy. "Made to take your stepbrother's cock."
His words make me clench around him, my pussy gripping his shaft tighter. Wrong, so wrong, but my body doesn't care. I feel every ridge, every vein as he pounds into me.
"Mmm—oh God—" I whimper against his neck.
"My cock," he continues, thrusting harder, deeper. "The only one that's been inside you. I took your cherry, you belong to me forever."
"Yes—" I moan, can't deny it, can't fight it. "Yes—Zachary—yes?—"
He shifts suddenly, pulling out of me. "Turn around. I want you bent over, hands on the dashboard."
I scramble to obey in the tight space, turning awkwardly until I'm kneeling on the seat facing away from him. My hands brace against the dashboard, ass presented to him. He yanks my jeans and panties down further, exposing me completely in this new position.
"Look at this wet pussy," he growls, running his fingers through my slick folds. "Dripping for my cock."
"Please—" I beg, needing him back inside me.
He grips my hips and slams back in from behind, burying himself balls-deep. This angle lets him go even deeper, his cock hitting my cervix with each hard thrust. I cry out, quickly biting my lip to muffle the sound.
"Ahh—ahh—ahh—" The moans escape with each powerful stroke.
His hands grip my hips bruisingly as he pounds into me, the sound of skin slapping skin obscenely loud in the enclosed space. My pussy clenches and squeezes around his shaft, my juices making each thrust slick and easy despite how tight I am around him.
"Touch yourself," he commands. "Rub your clit while I fuck you."
I slide one hand between my legs, finding my swollen clit. The moment I touch it, pleasure spikes through me. My fingers circle the sensitive nub as his cock continues stretching my pussy, filling me completely.
"That's it, Zoey. Make yourself come on my cock."
My orgasm builds rapidly, the dual stimulation overwhelming. His thick shaft pounds into my pussy while my fingers work my clit frantically. I'm close, so close, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.
"Oh fuck—oh fuck—Zachary—" I gasp.
My orgasm hits hard, crying out too loudly.
His hand covers my mouth from behind, muffling my scream as my pussy clenches rhythmically around his cock.
Wave after wave of intense pleasure, my body confirming what we both know is true.
My pussy spasms and milks his shaft, trying to pull him even deeper.
"Unngh—fuck—" He groans and comes deep inside me, cock pulsing. "Mine—stepsister—completely mine."
I feel him filling me with cum, hot spurts coating my inner walls, marking me internally again. His cock throbs as he empties himself completely, grinding deep to get every drop inside me. Gasping, overwhelmed, thoroughly claimed.
We're both breathing hard, cramped together in the driver's seat. I'm still bent over, his cock still inside me, softening but not yet withdrawn. Slowly he pulls out, and I feel his cum immediately start leaking from my pussy.
"We have to get back inside." Reality crashes back. "They'll notice we're both gone."
I try to clean up with tissues from his console, but it's futile. His cum keeps leaking out, my inner thighs slick with our combined fluids. My panties and jeans are a mess. I'm disheveled, well-fucked, marked inside and out.
"Before you go," he says, voice still rough. "Get on your knees."
I look at him questioningly, confused. His cock is still out, glistening with our mixed fluids.
"I'm going to teach you how to my suck cock properly," he explains, stroking himself slowly. "Get down here."
My eyes widen, but I obey, maneuvering in the cramped footwell until I'm kneeling between his spread legs. His cock is right in front of my face, semi-hard and covered in evidence of what we just did.
"Lick it clean first," he instructs. "Get used to the taste."
I hesitate only a moment before leaning forward. My tongue darts out tentatively, licking along his shaft. The taste is musky, salty, mixing his cum with my own juices. It's intimate in a way that makes my face burn.
"Good girl. Now take it in your mouth. Start with just the head."
I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock, feeling it twitch and harden against my tongue. He groans, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head.
"That's it. Suck gently. Use your tongue on the underside."
I follow his instructions, swirling my tongue around the head while sucking lightly. His cock grows harder in my mouth, filling and stretching my lips. It's strange and awkward but hearing his groans of pleasure makes wetness pool between my legs again.
"Now take more. Go slow, and breathe through your nose."
I slide down his shaft slowly, taking more of his length into my mouth. It's thick, stretching my jaw, and I can only get halfway before I feel like I'll gag.
"Mmm—fuck—that's good, stepsister," he groans. "Now bob your head. Up and down."
I start moving, sliding my mouth up and down his cock. My hand wraps around the base to stroke what I can't fit. His hips start moving slightly, matching my rhythm.
"Use your hand too. Twist it while you stroke."
I do as he says, twisting my hand around his shaft while my mouth works the upper half. His groans get louder, his hand tightening in my hair.
"Ahh—yes—just like that—" he groans. "Such a good little cocksucker for your stepbrother."
After a few minutes, he pulls me off gently. "That's enough for now. We need to get back inside."
He tucks himself back into his pants while I try once more to clean up with the napkins, wiping at my mouth and chin. My jaw aches slightly from being stretched around his cock, and my lips feel swollen and tender. Despite my efforts, I'm even more of a mess now than I was before we came out here.
"Go ahead and head in first," Zachary says, his voice returning to that casual tone he uses around everyone else. "I'll follow in a few minutes."
I nod, not trusting my voice. My legs feel unsteady beneath me as I smooth down my dress one more time, trying to make myself look presentable. The wetness between my thighs has only gotten worse, and I'm acutely aware of the dampness in my panties as I make my way back toward the house.
The cool air hits my flushed face as I walk, and I take several deep breaths trying to calm my racing heart. What the hell did I just do? I sucked my stepbrother's cock in the backyard while our parents sat inside completely oblivious.
When I step back through the sliding door, Mom and Raymond are still at the table, glasses of wine in hand, deep in conversation about Raymond's latest business deal. Neither of them glances my way or seems to notice anything wrong with my appearance.
"Just going to head up to my room," I say quietly, my voice coming out rougher than usual. "I'm pretty tired."
"Okay, sweetie. Sleep well," Mom says with a warm smile, barely looking up from Raymond.
I climb the stairs on shaking legs, feeling Zachary's cum still leaking into my panties with each step, a constant reminder of what just happened between us.