5. Lena
LENA
I haven’t even come down from the first orgasm when Ryker keeps sucking.
I’m floating, warm and fuzzy, my body still trembling on his lap, but he doesn’t stop.
His mouth stays locked tight around my left nipple, pulling long, greedy drags that send fresh waves of pleasure rolling through me.
Every strong pull makes more wetness run down my skin, and every swallow vibrates against my sensitive flesh.
The sensation of his mouth drawing the milk out is overwhelming.
It feels like a deep, internal tugging that radiates from the center of my chest straight down into my lower belly.
With every pull of his lips, the painful engorgement in my breasts begins to melt away, replaced by an intoxicating, heavy warmth.
The sheer contrast between his absolute control and my utter helplessness makes my mind spin into a daze.
I can’t stop moving. My hips roll on their own, sliding my soaked core along the massive bulge in his sweatpants.
The thick, hard length of his cock presses right between my folds through my ruined panties, giving me that perfect pressure I’m craving.
I keep rocking against him in slow, desperate motions while he nurses from me like he’s starving.
“Oh… fuck,” I whimper, the word slipping out before I can catch it.
My face burns with embarrassment, but I don’t stop.
I can’t. Every time he sucks harder, my pussy clenches and more slick leaks out of me, soaking his lap.
I’m making a complete mess, but the low groans rumbling against my breast tell me he loves it.
Every sound he makes is deep and possessive, vibrating directly against my bare skin and traveling down my spine like an electric shock.
Ryker switches to my right breast with a hungry sound.
His stubble scrapes over my tender skin, rough and perfect.
The friction of his coarse beard against my overly sensitive, wet skin makes me gasp, my back arching slightly as I offer him more.
The contrast between his hard, battle-trained body and my soft, aching curves makes my head spin.
I’m supposed to be the shy stepsister who showed up here broken and lost. Not this, grinding on my stepbrother’s cock and feeding him while I moan like I’m starving for him.
It feels too good to stop.
He’s taking care of me. That’s what I keep telling myself.
My breasts were so full and painful, and he’s fixing it.
He’s making the ache go away. The fact that I’m dripping all over him and whimpering his name is just a side effect.
Yeah. That’s it. I try to hold onto that rationalization, but it disintegrates every time his tongue swirls around the stiff peak of my nipple, pulling more of the sweet, warm fluid into his throat.
I can hear him swallowing greedily, completely unbothered by how wrong this is.
But God, the pressure in my core is building again already.
It rises fast and hot, like a second wave I didn’t expect.
My clit drags along his thick shaft with every roll of my hips.
The thin fabric of my underwear is barely a barrier anymore; it is completely translucent and saturated with my own moisture, friction-burned against the heavy ridge of his erection.
I’m getting louder now. Soft little whimpers turn into desperate, breathy moans that I can’t hold back.
My hands clutch his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle as I move faster against him.
“Ryker…” I moan, voice all shaky and needy.
He sucks harder in response, tongue flicking over my nipple.
The pleasure spikes sharp and sudden. His free hand grips my hip, helping me move, guiding me to grind harder against his cock.
His grip is massive, his fingers sinking into my flesh with a dominant weight that leaves no room for hesitation.
The thick head nudges right against my clit through my soaked panties and I cry out, thighs trembling around his hips.
I’m close again. So close. The heat in my lower belly is tightening into a hard, coiled knot, demanding release. My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as I ride the rigid length of his thigh, my head thrown back while he continues to drain the ache from my chest.
Suddenly, Ryker pulls off my nipple with a wet pop.
A thin string of wetness stretches between his lips and my breast before it breaks, dripping messily onto my chest. Milk and spit run down his chin and onto his neck.
His icy blue eyes are dark, wild, completely blown with lust as he stares at me.
He looks completely unhinged, stripped of all that military discipline I was so intimidated by earlier.
I’m still dazed when he yanks me closer roughly. One massive arm bands around my back, crushing me against his hard chest. His other hand slides straight between my legs.
I gasp sharply as his thick fingers glide through my drenched folds, pushing my soaked panties aside. Two rough fingertips drag up and down my slippery pussy, spreading my wetness everywhere. The contrast of his heavily calloused fingers against my slick, swollen flesh is almost too much to bear.
“Fuck, Lena,” he growls, voice deep and rough. “You’re dripping for me, baby. This pretty little pussy is soaked for your stepbrother.”
I whimper, hiding my burning face against his neck, but I don’t pull away.
His fingers feel too good, stroking me slow and confident, circling my swollen clit with just the right pressure.
He knows exactly how to touch me to keep me suspended right on the edge of another climax.
His thumb applies a steady, heavy friction that makes my entire body vibrate.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, pressing a thick finger just inside my entrance, teasing. “All shy and sweet during the day, but grinding on my cock and leaking while I drink from these tits. You needed this so bad, didn’t you?”
His words make me clench hard around nothing.
Fresh wetness leaks from my nipples, sliding down my ribs and onto his compression shirt.
The cold air hits the wet trails on my skin, making me shiver against him.
The whole room smells like sweet milk and raw sex, thick and heady.
I stay pressed against him, trembling, heart hammering so loud I can hear it in my ears.
This is so much further than I ever thought I’d go, but the ache between my legs won’t let me stay quiet.
The inhibition is entirely gone, melted away by the warmth of his mouth and the heavy pressure of his hand.
I take a shaky breath and whisper against his neck, voice barely audible.
“Ryker…?” My cheeks feel like they’re on fire.
“Would you… want to taste me somewhere else?”
The words hang in the air between us. I squeeze my eyes shut, mortified and so turned on I can barely breathe.
I just asked my stepbrother to eat my pussy after he spent the last twenty minutes sucking from my tits like it was his favorite thing in the world.
But I don’t take it back. I want it. I want his mouth on me so bad I’m shaking.
I want to feel the weight of his jaw against my thighs, to feel that same greedy hunger he directed at my breasts focused entirely between my legs.
Ryker freezes. His big body goes completely still beneath me, chest heaving like he just ran ten miles with full gear.
I can feel his heart hammering against me, a frantic, heavy thudding that matches my own pulse.
His breath is hot and ragged against my neck, and for one terrifying second I think he’s going to push me away and end this.
The silence stretches out, thick and agonizing, filled only with the sound of our synchronized, heavy breathing.
He pulls back just enough to look at me.
Those icy blue eyes are dark, stormy, full of conflict.
His jaw is clenched so tight the muscle jumps.
I watch him wrestle with himself; the responsible Navy SEAL stepbrother fighting the man who just spent twenty minutes drinking from me like he was addicted.
The internal battle is written across every sharp line of his face, his brow furrowed as he looks down at my bare, milk-stained chest.
“Lena…” His voice is wrecked, low and rough.
“Fuck, baby.” He breathes hard through his nose, hands flexing on my hips like he’s trying to anchor himself.
“If I’m going to take care of you, I need to know every part of you,” he rasps.
The excuse sounds thin even to my ears, but it makes everything feel ten times filthier.
It gives us both the permission we are starving for, breaking the final barrier of restraint.
Before I can overthink it, Ryker lifts me like I weigh nothing and lays me back on the wide leather couch. The transition is sudden, my back sinking into the deep, soft cushions while he maintains total control over my body.
He drops to his knees on the floor between my spread thighs, his massive shoulders pushing my legs even wider.
He hooks his fingers into my soaked panties and drags them down my legs, tossing them behind him.
Cool air hits my dripping pussy and I shiver.
I’m completely exposed to him now. Shy, embarrassed heat floods my face, but I don’t close my legs.
I can’t. The raw vulnerability of lying bare before him makes my pulse skyrocket.
My shirt is bunched uselessly above my breasts, nipples still tight and leaking slowly as I watch him stare at me.
He takes his time, his gaze traveling over the pale length of my thighs, tracking the small drops of milk that have pooled in the crease of my hips, before finally settling on the slick, glistening center of me.
“Fuck, look at this pretty little pussy,” he growls, staring right at me. “Dripping for your stepbrother.”