Escape: A Mob Stepbrother Romance

by Snow, Lucy

  He pulled me in with that hand, and high school in closer toward him, I felt the length of his hard cock pressing up against my abdomen. Such a small amount of fabric between us, but still we were unable to become one because of it. Teasing each other like this was a wonderful way to pass the.

  After a few minutes Ronan reached his arm out under the blankets and in one quick motion swept them all to the foot of the bed, leaving me shivering in the sudden cold and pulling into him as close as I could. He smiled down at me. “Those were getting in the way,” he whispered in between kisses. “This is much better now.”

  I murmured my agreement and pushed him so that he was lying on his back, so I could crawl on top of and get a better angle and kissing. Much like he had before, I planted my hands on the bed and held myself above him. Looking down his gorgeous sexy body, while he admired the heft of my breasts as they swung forward, barely contained by my skimpy bra. “This is getting in the way too,” he whispered, and before I knew it, he reached around and unclasped my bra and let my heavy breasts swing forward, free at last.

  Next thing I knew, Ronan had slid my panties down my legs and I dutifully lifted each leg in turn so they could be removed. Much less getting in the way this time. Still, he wasn’t completely naked, and I need to fix that immediately.

  Ronan must’ve known what I was doing because he put his hands behind his head and watched me as I kissed down his chest and his stomach, running my fingers in my lips over those perfectly chiseled abs of his, tracing the lines of his tattoos of my tongue, before coming in touch with his black boxer briefs, so tight around his muscles and hard cock, a cage that I would soon break into and free him from.

  The smile on Ronan’s face got wider and wider as I gripped his briefs with my fingers and slid them down, licking my lips as his cock came into view again, springing up and out, hard and sick, as the boxers released it. He lifted each leg and let me take it off.

  Now we were both as we should be together.

  I wanted nothing more than to take his entire length in my mouth that moment, even though I knew it would be difficult, I was willing to make the effort, and see if I could fit inside my mouth. But Ronan had other ideas.

  Just as I was about to wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, and start to lick the head of his cock, Ronan spun around taking me with him, and where I was on top just second earlier I found myself back on the mattress, with Ronan above me, looking down with that smile of his, that smiled and said, no, told me, that he was in charge, and that I had to get used to it.

  Ronan being in charge and that was something I could easily get used to.

  Before I could say another word, and ask why he wouldn’t let me suck his cock, Ronan leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth. All of a sudden the words I was trying to put together were forgotten. Ronan traced down my cheek and neck and shoulders with his kisses finding spots along the way that produced squeals and moans of pleasure and me.

  He spent a long time playing with my breasts, alternating between squeezing them and giving the little love bites on them, and teasing them, keeping me just on the edge of trying to press them closer to his lips and his fingers. Every time I would move forward, he would dance away, and every time I moved back, he would come forward again.

  It just wasn’t fair looking to do to me. I didn’t understand how it worked, but if I really thought hard about I didn’t need to understand. I just needed more of, like this, making me feel this way. I could see the lust in his eyes, and mirrored my own.

  After a few minutes on my breasts he kept on moving down exploring my belly and moving over and lower and lower, learning new ways all the while to tease me and show me that when he got me like this, my entire body became a battery for the shockwaves he could send out just with a touch, or a kiss, or a little nibble here or there.

  Finally his face hovered over my pussy, and he briefed in deep, before pressing himself into me. I reached down and put his head in my hands as he laughed at my pussy and clipped, and I tried to hold on as the waves of pleasure over took me.

  Ronan knew just what to do, just how to barely brush against the side of my clit with his tongue, how to keep the right speed, and just the right amount of increasing pressure. I felt my legs buckle, my knees bend, and as much controls I could gather, I closed them around his shoulders to try and keep from convulsing.

  We lay like that for a few months, Ronan teasing my clit and pussy with his tongue and knows, before he slowly inserted a finger inside me. I didn’t know that was coming, and I gasped when I felt that for the first time. Even though I was tight, there was no difficulty of getting his finger inside me, not with how turned on and went I was. His finger slid right in.

  He worked his finger in and out of me, feeling the inside my pussy as he went in and out, curling his finger at just the right point inside me to make my toes curl and my eyes roll back up in my head. I had never felt anything like it before.

  I found myself twisting and turning my upper body, mewling as he licked me all over, bringing me to the edge over and over again, but never quite letting me get there. I didn’t know how long I could take this, this constant stimulation, this constant feeling that I was gushing, that all of the energy was leaving my body, and taking me to the very heights of pleasure on its way out.

  When Ronan inserted a second finger, I gasped, raising my entire upper body off the bed before sinking weekly back into it, almost ready to cum again. Ronan sensed my need, and redoubled his efforts, sending me over the edge and a shower of sparks, that lit up the room, or so I thought, given how clouded my eyes were at the time.

  Ronan watched me as I came down off the rush of my orgasm, With a look of joy on his face, that nearly sent me over the edge again. Thankfully, he let my tender pussy go long enough to lie down next to me, and slung his arm over my chest.

  I turned to face him, rolling onto my side. “That was incredible,” I moaned, still unable to open my eyes. I lay there, pressed into his chest, feeling his muscles all around me, as Ronan pulled me in and help me close.

  I’m not sure if I fell asleep, but when I moved again, it felt like waking up, my most recent orgasm a distant but wonderful memory, that flooded me with warmth, which coupled with the warmth coming off of Ronan, felt like it could keep me warm forever.

  I wasn’t ready to sleep, yet. Ronan had tasted me, but so far he had not let me taste him, and that was about to change. I stirred, pushing away from him, and rolling out back onto my back, where I stretched, and beyond, like I was trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in.

  Ronan rolled onto his back as well, his arms still blow my neck, supporting me like a pillow, and he watched me through half closed eyes, a look of contention on his face. I could lie there and watch him like that for hours, if not days. He was a statue of the perfect man lying in repose, and I had never wished for a photographic memory so strongly as I did in that moment. I looked him up and down, and tried to hold on to it forever.

  Soon, though, I was back to my goal, rolling myself on top of him and kissing him hard on the mouth. His eyes opened when he realized what I was doing, and he started to move his hands up, but I held them down. I knew he probably had more muscle in his elbow than I had in my entire body, but the look I gave him was enough to keep him from resisting me.

  Two could play at the game of teasing, and I was about to show him just that. I broke our kiss and trailed my head down to his chest, brushing myself against him, teasing you with my tongue as I went lower and lower and lower. I could already feel his hard cock pressing against me but every time it jumped up, I moved out of the way, so that all he got was just the lightest and briefest of touches. Ronan groaned in response, knowing exactly what I was up to, and exactly what he was in for.

  I had very little sympathy, after what he had put me through, after last night and just now. Turnabout was foul play, and all was fair in love and war. This definitely wasn’t war, but I was in act like it was love.


  I kept moving lower, taking my time to enjoy the muscles and mountains of my stepbrothers strong body. Someday, if I got a chance, I would map out all of his tattoos, noting all of the intricate and elaborate work, that the master artist who had worked on them had done. But for now, I just enjoyed the deep colors, the broad strokes, and the ways the ink intersected with his skin to paint a beautiful and mouthwatering picture.

  As I moved down, Ronan’s cock, standing at attention, moved in between my breasts, and it felt amazing, wonderful enough, that I paused and pushed my press together with one hand, moving slightly forward and back, getting almost as much pleasure from the sensation as from seeing the look on Ronan’s face as he watched me.

  Just when I thought he couldn’t stand it anymore, I let go of my breasts, and kept moving down till I was faced with his cock. Ronan kept it clean, and I marveled at it close up for the first time. It was a thing of beauty. And to think, I had already had it inside me, I had already felt him, felt Ronan’s cock, push into me in the most intimate of ways.

  Now I was about to take them inside me in a different way. I licked my lips again, and looked back up at Ronan as I stuck my tongue out and very softly, as softly as I could, I licked up the left side of his shaft, and down the rights. Ronan bellowed, letting out a growl that would’ve scared me if I didn’t know that I had caused it.

  I went back in reverse, looking up the right side of his shaft, breathing in deeply and taking in his manly scent, and then down the left side. Ronan pushed his head back into the mattress, thrusting his crotch toward my face, and I moved out of the way just in time, keeping up our little game of retreating and advancing, jabbing and parrying.

  Next time, though I licked from the bottom of his shaft up over the head, and down the top, cocking my head to the side so I could reach. Ronan was on another world, and sending them a message would take far too long to arrive. I love that I had the ability to pleasure him like that. And not just because of what he had done to me, and the pleasure he had given me last night and this evening. I just liked knowing that such a strong man, a man who nearly ran this city, could be laid low by something I could do. It was incredibly empowering.

  Now though it was time to speed things up a bit. I had teased him long enough, and even though I had just had a ridiculous orgasm, just the thought of getting his cock into my mouth had me wet all over again, had my nipples hard and aching. There was no reason to delay any further.

  I moved my head back, above his cock, trying to take it all in visually. It was huge, long and thick, and I knew it would take a while for me to get it all the way into my mouth, assuming I could. I had given had before, but this was by far the biggest cock I had ever seen In person.

  I lowered my head onto it, taking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. Ronan tasted wonderful, and his groans and moans from higher on the bed suggested he was enjoying it too. Slowly, testing myself, I lowered myself further and further down, trying to see where my gag reflex would come in. If I went slow enough, and stopped to take a break every so often and back off, I could get there.

  It took a few minutes, but I managed to get most of his cock into my mouth, tightening my lips around the shaft, and moving up and down, while I played with his balls with one hand. With my other hand, I stroked the part of his cock that I couldn’t fit in my mouth, and I looked up to see Ronan watching me with a look of amazement on his face.

  Glad to see that I was doing the right thing, I moved up and down on his shaft, sucking as hard as I could, but not too hard. Ronan managed to find his faculties enough to reach down and put his hand in my hair, coiling around his fingers, and stretching it a little bit, just enough to cause the very slightest amount of pain.

  I loved it. I kept going, until all of a sudden Ronan roared, and I knew that he was about to cum. I increased speed, and soon felt his delicious cum in my throat. I held on as he bucked and twisted, making noises I had never heard before. I swallowed, keeping my mouth on him, trying to get every last drop into me.

  With the final roar, Ronan collapsed against the bed, utterly spent. I kept on sucking, but softer and softer, not wanting to disturb, my lion in repose. When I had gotten all that I could, I swallowed, relishing the taste, before climbing up and cradling myself in his arms once again.

  Ronan lay there on his side, his eyes closed, his breath heavy and ragged. I snuggled up to him, pressing myself against him, and we lay like that for the rest of the night.

  Chapter 15 - Ronan

  I woke up the next morning, got myself out of bed as soon as I could, without disturbing carrot from her sleep, showered, got my coffee, and headed To the office. There were too many thoughts running around my head, too many different paths to choose from, and I just needed to throw myself into my work and get back to something like normal for me.

  Unfortunately, the day promised not to be a normal one right off the bat. It was the first day, the first official negotiation with the Russians. I sat in my office at Pulse, going over plans and thinking through what I thought the Russians would want, while waiting for the right time to head over to the site.

  This was a high-level negotiation between two mob families; it was reasonable for each to look for a neutral site for negotiations to take place, so no one ended up walking into a trap. In the end we had decided on a neutral site, a restaurant that we knew to be completely independent.

  I arrived at the restaurant 10 minutes before the agreed-upon time of 12:30, and went in to the banquet room in the back. I took out a bottle of water I brought with me, and sipped from it, trying to clear my head before the festivities began.

  The Russians showed up 10 minutes late, Arkady wandering into the room like he owned the place. I had checked the records the day before; Arkady did not actually own the place.

  Archive set down at the other side of the table, and gave me a grin that looked like a shark smiling in front of the smallest pray it could find.

  This was not the right way to get things started.

  After the usual formalities, and introductions, which are wholly unnecessary because Arkady and I knew each other, we got down to business. Each of us made a small speech, describing how we saw the negotiations going, and each of us mentioned being optimistic that we could work things out between our two families.

  After we were both finished, it occurred to me that if we could actually stick to it both of us had just said, this would go much much easier, and both of us might come out of it with something that our families could live with, something that would keep the peace at least for now.

  Then, as I somehow knew it would, the shit proceeded to directly hit the fan.

  Arkady raised his hand. “Would like to make Known list of intentions.”

  I nodded. “Sure, go right ahead.”

  Archive stood up, and walked to the window, looking out for a moment before turning back to me. “We want… Everything.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “All. Clubs. Protection. Ports. All.”

  “This doesn’t seem like very much of a negotiation.”

  Archive smiled and walked back toward the table, Letting his fists rest on it. “Is correct. Not negotiation. List of demands.”

  “Or else?”

  “Or else we take. No other talking necessary.”

  “And you speak for your entire family on this?”

  Arkady’s eyes bore into me. “Yes. Entire family agrees.”

  I stood up from the table. “If this was going to be your idea of negotiation, you might have just made a phone call.”

  Arkady stood straight up. “Didn’t want to miss pleasure seeing you.”

  I turned to walk out of the room, wanting to get out of there before I let my anger take over, even for a moment. I didn’t want to show Arkady that kind of weakness.

  “Stop.” Arkady said, just as I’d gotten to the door. “Is one more thing.”

  I turned around to face him.

  “You also stay away fro
m drugs. All drugs ours.”

  “We’re not interested in drugs, never have been. But this is totally unreasonable and you know it. Is this what you want? Violence in the streets?”

  Arkady shrugged. “If violence, no problem.” He smiled again. “Violence we like. No confusion.”

  “If it comes to all-out war, you’re going to lose a lot of people.”

  Again, Arkady shrugged. “Russia big country. Many people.”

  “We’re not done here, Arkady. We will meet again.”

  “Decide fast, Ronan. We have plans for city. Plans don’t wait long.”

  And with that I left.

  Chapter 16 - Kara

  When I woke up the next morning, Ronan was gone. I vaguely recall briefly waking up and watching him leave, I didn’t have the heart to say anything. He had his work and he was busy. I had said my piece last night, and even now I was not sure that trying to take him off his path was the right idea.

  When I got out of bed, I drank the rest of the coffee, showered and dressed, and sat down again to relax. I knew it would be only a couple more days before I could get out of town, And then it would be back to a regular life, with work, bills to pay, and obligations.

  I might as well think of this as just a very stressful vacation. A vacation in which I couldn’t leave my cabin. So I sat back down to the couch and read the newspaper from cover to cover, getting back into the swing of what was going on in the world.

  The weather outside was beautiful, and I actually sat outside around lunchtime and enjoyed the breeze on my skin, remembering what it was like to relax in the fresh air.

  I had just carried my plate in and had the water running over it in the sink, when it was a knock at the door. That was strange, I wasn’t expecting anyone, because no one knew I was here, and Ronan was still at the club.

  I turned off the sink, set the plate down, and walked to the door.

  Oh. SHIT.

  It was the blonde man. The man who had killed Greg two nights ago. He was here.