Chapter 5 #2
He smiled and bit his lower lip. “It’s a title, Zo, like when you call your supervisor your boss.”
“When I leave my job, my boss isn’t my boss anymore. When I left home, you were still my brother.”
“Then I’m your brother. But there’s no blood between us, only history.
Legal? Perfectly. Ethical? Maybe not. But I’m okay with being unethical today.
” He drew me closer to his mouth. When he spoke again, his breath brushed my lips.
“I’m not asking you to marry me, Zo. That’d be fucking weird.
I’m just asking for one time with you. Fulfill this little fantasy of mine, because I think it’s yours too. ”
He was so close I could taste the warm hint of wine dancing across his tongue. He was right. I’d thought about what it’d be like more than once, especially over the last year. Pretty much as soon as he started dating Allison, I felt a sense of jealousy I hadn’t expected.
Theo leaned in and kissed me. His lips met mine and he tasted like candy. His hands lifted to my face and his kiss deepened. I let it happen, lost in the feelings circling through my body before a thought crossed my mind.
I pulled back. “Just don’t call me your sister while this is happening.”
“Will you call me your brother, though?” He forced his gaze into mine.
“Really?”
He rubbed the front of his slacks. “It may or may not be part of that little fantasy I told you about.”
Theo dragged me toward my bedroom. He knew where it was because we’d lain in that bed and talked for hours before, but when he pushed me onto the mattress, it took on a whole new meaning.
It wasn’t a friendly conversation with the person who understood what it was like to deal with our parents.
It was fiery and wrong. So fucking wrong.
I blamed the alcohol and the drugs for my hands unfastening the button of his pants and lowering the zipper.
He batted my fingers away and crawled between my legs to kiss me.
His hands hooked the waistband of my pants and tugged them down my thighs.
A growl roared from his throat as he pulled them off and rubbed a hand over my panties.
His strong, sure touch made my stomach tighten.
The moment he pulled out his cock, the guilt overtook me and suffocated me. “We can’t do this, Theo.” I shook my head.
When he wrapped his hand around his dick, it brought me back to the first time I saw it.
I didn’t see him like that now. The handsome features on his face sometimes choked me from across the table at family dinners, and I’d spit my drink out like a teenager.
Somewhere along the line, he’d developed the perfect appearance I chased and struggled to find.
The cut of his jaw had deepened with maturity.
The once thin and ropy muscles had blossomed into hills and valleys of visual pleasure.
His eyes held a need for more than a picture of me. He wanted all of me.
Theo leaned over me until his lips found the curve of my neck. “Too late to turn back, Zo. I need to feel you.”
He kissed my chest and helped me out of my shirt and bra so he could get his mouth on me again. His tongue swirled around my nipple and sent goosebumps along my skin. Everything in me told me how wrong it was, that we should stop.
But I didn’t want to.
“God, you’re perfection,” he whispered as he kissed down my stomach.
When his mouth reached the waistband of my panties, I gripped his hair and tried to pull him back up. “You’re my brother, Theo,” I said as I tried one last time to stop us, incidentally saying the one thing he needed to hear that would drive him wild.
“Yes, Zo. I fucking am,” he growled as he tugged my panties aside and buried his tongue in my pussy.
My chest rose from the mattress as he licked me in long strokes. He moved his tongue in ways that seemed special, as if he’d spent years memorizing the contours of my body. He probably had.
I gasped as he pushed his fingers inside me, and I buried my hands in his hair once more.
Not to stop him, but to pull him closer.
I bucked my hips against his face. Allison was a goddamn liar, I thought as my skin pebbled with goosebumps and a shiver rode through every cell of my body.
If she couldn’t come from this, she was the broken one.
Theo reached down and stroked his cock. I moaned much too loudly and tried to cover my mouth to silence my sounds. My chest heaved in pleasure.
He stopped licking and just looked at me, his chin covered in my arousal. “Come for me.” He buried his face in me once more, and I writhed against his mouth until I experienced a full-body orgasm that could only come from doing something so fucking wrong.
When I stopped spasming, he wiped his mouth and kissed me. He stroked his dick against my lower belly as I tugged my panties off.
“You know what I want you to do,” he said as he playfully wound his hand through my hair.
He lay on the bed and I crawled between his legs. I looked up at him, and he bit his lip in stifled frustration. I hoped I was living up to his fantasy. He was beyond mine.
I took his cock in my hand and stroked him. He groaned as he dropped his head back for a moment before the need to look at me overtook him. I wrapped my mouth around him and took him to the back of my throat. The moans that came from his mouth as I sucked his dick made me drip down my thighs.
“Whose cock are you sucking?” he asked as he balled my hair in his fist.
I pulled back, drool dripping down my chin. “My brother’s.”
“Good fucking girl, Zo,” he moaned. He suddenly stopped me, tugging me away and rubbing a thumb along my lower lip. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
Theo pulled me up his body and planted me on his lap. I grinded against the length of his dick, coating him with my come. His hands rode up my body, his eyes dark and focused on my chest.
“You are so beautiful, and it’s not fucking fair that our parents got married.” His hand brushed my neck. “Lean back, Zo. I want to see you put me inside you.”
I did as he told me. I leaned back and balanced one hand on his thigh as I gripped his cock and slid his head back from my slit.
I eased myself onto him as his fingers dug into my hips to make me go slower.
My eyes closed as I felt the full length of him inside me, taking up every space he could fill.
He felt incredible. The growl that left his lips as I started to move on him told me that I felt incredible to him too.
He wrapped his arms around the small of my back and pulled me closer until my chest pressed against his.
He kissed me as I grinded on him. I moaned and he absorbed all my sounds into his perfect mouth.
“Are you gonna come again?”
I nodded as I kept riding his dick, grinding my clit against his pelvis. I moaned again and dropped my head against his neck, fighting the spasms of my body.
“You tightening like that is going to make me come,” he groaned and rubbed a firm hand down my spine.
“Come for me, Theo,” I moaned as his hips stuttered against mine.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Yes, fill me,” I moaned.
Theo growled as he came, and I rocked on his raised hips until I did as well. The smell of smoke wafted into the room, and I remembered the dinner. I enjoyed the pleasure for as long as I could before the alarm blared and forced us out of bed.
“Fuck, Zo,” he sighed as he got dressed, my come staining the front of his slacks. He tried to brush it off the best he could.
He walked over to me as I stumbled to put on my pants. His lips met mine a final time, and I basked in his touch for a few moments longer.
I drew away from him. “Yeah, Allison's a fucking liar.”
Guilt filled me as I came from this story.
That wouldn’t be my last taboo book. It was a twisted and slippery slope to the darkest side, and I was happy to go along for the ride.
No, it didn't make me want to fuck my stepbrother, but I loved how the wrongness turned me on.
If I read this to my husband, he'd think I was crazy and lock me away from Mark forever.
But I only wanted Michael. I wanted him to fuck me in a way that felt as wrong as this story.