Chapter Eleven
Estella
M y dreams are dirty images of someone older and stronger than me holding me down as he eats me.
Only he doesn’t just eat, he devours. It’s like he’s taking part of my soul with every suck, every lick.
My body is nothing more than a big feeling nerve.
Pulsing and throbbing for more. And so hot!
Everything around me is so hot; like I’m being bathed in flames.
The real shock isn’t that I’m having a naughty dream but that the man doing all of this to me is none other than…my stepbrother.
Oh God!
It’s so wrong. It’s so…sexy and drives me to the brink as he runs his hands up my naked body to cup my bare breasts. He squeezes my nipples until my hips dance under his mouth and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to a climax that is going to steal more than just my breath.
“Ren. Ren. Oh.”
“You’re close, aren’t you, baby?”
God, my dream man even sounds like Ren. I’m so bad. Mom would have a heart attack if she found out what was going on in my head. And how am I ever going to look Ren in the eyes again? How am I going to hide the fact I’ve had a crush on him since I laid eyes on him at our parents’ wedding?
He looked like Prince Charming in his tux and to a girl who had her head in the clouds more than in reality, it was like seeing something magical brought to life.
Then I found out he was not for me. He was my new stepbrother.
My heart was so bruised but it was crushed when it seemed like he didn’t care for me very much at all.
In fact, I’m pretty sure he hates me. But Dream Ren doesn’t hate me.
He’s licking me and pushing me to find that amazing feeling that vibrates through my body when I’m about to cum.
“Ren, oh God. I’m going to cum. I’m cumming!”
My eyes snap open as my back arches off the bed and I realize I wasn’t dreaming at all.
Ren is between my legs, licking me to orgasm, as I pulse around his tongue.
My back hits the bed as my pulse pounds and my heart thuds and Ren still doesn’t move from between my spread legs.
I try to close them, but he pushes against my inner thighs to widen them even more.
The first brush of his tongue against my soaking wet pussy has me crying out, trying to scoot back away from the intense feelings.
“What...? Ren, what are you doing?”
“Licking up the honey you just gave me, princess.”
Oh God! He’s tasting me! My body shakes through another, smaller, release. He comes up over me as I fight to keep my eyes open.
“Get used to waking up like that every morning, Princess, because I’m fucking addicted to the taste of your pussy.”
He kisses me quickly before leaving me where I lie, stunned.
What just happened?
I’m not in my room. I’m not even in the house I normally sleep in and Ren is…not acting like himself. Am I still dreaming?
It takes my brain several minutes to catch up. Ren talked Mom into leaving with Ben. He made it so I would have to stay with him. He wanted me to sleep with him and…here I am, naked in his bed and thoroughly pleasured. But all of this is wrong…isn’t it?
Before I can find the answer to that question, Ren is back and lifting me up off the bed. Actually, it’s more of a scoop than a lift. The fact I am naked in my…yeah, I can’t think of him that way when he has me in his arms like this. I just can’t.
He kicks open a door I didn’t notice before and takes me into the biggest bathroom I’ve ever seen.
The entire room is made of glass and marble.
And there is a freaking fireplace by the tub which is deeper than some people’s pools!
And the area around the tub is perfect for a whole army of candles to set a romantic mood.
Everything is a mixture of luxury and modern class and makes me feel like I shouldn’t be in here.
I’m a mess. I can’t keep things organized, I struggle to find…
anything, and the last time I had a lit candle I burned a hole in the carpet in my room which I now have covered by a stack of books so my mom doesn’t find out.
I’m a klutz and Ren is elegance personified.
He would bring someone here to make love to them with the lit candles and the fireplace and the soft music and the sweet scent of love in the air.
She would understand exactly how to touch him, how to move her body to make him want her.
The woman -women- he would bring here to put in that tub would know what she liked and wanted and not be a world-class mess up, not someone he would have to constantly look after or go into clubs to pull out because she’s not old enough to be in there. That woman is not me!