by Ava Grace
I mean, I know I hadn’t touched Zoey, but I wanted to. Did that mean I was just like him? No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. I didn’t want to see myself like him—a predator—and I tried to reason that I was in love with her, but did that really matter? It didn’t make a lick of difference. By planning to make my stepsister mine, I’d crossed an invisible line too. The thought made my gut clench painfully.
I threw my head back onto my pillow and closed my eyes. I wanted the world for Zoey. The last thing I’d do was hurt her. I’d only decided to make my play because I thought it was what we both wanted. No one would treat her better than me.
“Neal?”
I slung my arm over my face and tried to ignore her soft voice, calling me from outside my bedroom door. Maybe if I stayed away from her…
The door opened and she walked into the room. Shit. I tried to ignore the rush of adrenaline that raced through me when she sat down on the edge of my bed.
“Neal?” she said again. “You okay?”
No. I wasn’t fucking okay. I was far from it.
She reached out and pulled my arm away from my face and I finally opened my eyes and turned to face her, my eyebrows drawn tightly together. My arm felt hot from her touch as if she’d physically branded me. I liked that idea. A lot.
“I can’t do this,” I said at last—my voice little more than a whisper.
I expected her to ask what it was that I couldn’t do, but she didn’t. Instead, she lowered her gaze and let out a heavy sigh. Jesus. She never did what I expected her to. Never reacted the way she should. But maybe she simply didn’t need to ask. We were attuned in so many ways. It was like knew each other inside out and back to front. Two sides to one coin.
“Why not?” she asked.
“It’s…”
“Don’t say it’s wrong.” She shook head vehemently. “Please.”
“Isn’t it?”
There was an unspoken pain, alive and glowing in her eyes. “How can it be wrong when it’s what we both want? You do want it, don’t you Neal? You do want me?”
I should have said no. I should have told her that she’d got it all wrong—that I didn’t want her in that way and that I never would, but I couldn’t. I was a coward. I knew how much it would hurt me to reject her and my body’s natural instinct was to protect itself from such agony.
“Yes,” I replied, strong and sure. “I want you. More than I ever thought possible.”
She nodded. “That’s all I needed to know.”
Without another word, she leaned down until she was hovering above my face, her stunning blue eyes hooded. And she kissed me. Dear God. Just like that, she kissed me. A ragged groan tore from my throat. It felt like all my Christmases had come at once. I should have pushed her away, but instead, my hands wrapped around her shoulders and I pulled her to me, my mouth molding to hers, deepening the kiss.
Instinct took over and I pushed my tongue between her lips and into the warm, wet chasm of her mouth. I became like a savage animal, attacking, taking. She wriggled over so that her body was atop of mine and Jesus H Christ I nearly came in my pants as she squirmed, grinding herself against my dick.
I ran my hands down her back and it was then that I realized what she was wearing—the pink negligee I’d picked up off her bed the night before that was covered in her glorious scent. I groaned into her mouth. The hem was so short, it barely covered her modesty. I ran my hands lower down the curve of her back until I reached the tight mound of her ass—her naked ass.
I gasped, tearing my mouth from hers. She lifted her head and stared down at me, her eyes filled with confusion.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” I accused.
She shook her head. No.
Fuck. If I wanted to I could have been inside her in seconds. All I needed to do was pull down my sweats. My cock was throbbing, hard—ready. I could have made her sit on it or thrown her down on her back and slid my dick home. I fought all of those desires with everything in me. I needed to go slow. I still wasn’t sure.
She must have seen the indecision on my face because she took my face in her hands and said, “You’re over-thinking this.”
Then she did something else that I hadn’t anticipated. She sat up so that she was straddling me and pulled down the front of my sweats. She wrapped a hand around my cock, firm and sure. I threw my head back against the pillow and shouted out an expletive as she ran her hand up the length of my shaft. I’d spent countless nights imagining how good it would feel to have her touch me like this, but the reality was even better than I’d envisaged.
“Is this okay?” she asked as she jacked me slowly, steadily.
Okay? It was fucking perfection. I gritted my teeth and nodded. “Yeah, Zo. Good.”
It seems one syllable answers were all I was capable of, but fuck me I had my stepsister’s hands on my cock and I was about to go off like the fucking Fourth of July. When she sped up the movement of her hand, I was done for.
“Zo, gonna—“
Her eyes widened and she shook her head and quickly removed her hand. “No. Not yet. I wanted to…”
“Fuck, Zoey, touch me. Please,” I begged. I needed to come so badly.
I reached for my dick, but she swatted my hand away. She got off my legs then scooted back on the bed. Without further adieu she opened her mouth and stuffed my cock into it, moaning as she took it deeper. It was too damn much. I gripped hold of the bed sheets and just as my cock hit the back of her throat, I came, roaring out her name—long jets of spunk, shooting down her throat. She swallowed what she could then pulled back, but I hadn’t finished coming yet.
As I jerked and shuddered through my release, I painted those pretty pink lips with my seed. It was hands down the hottest damn thing I’d ever witnessed. Her tongue darted out to catch the drops on her lips and I swear I died and went to heaven. She was glorious. Perfection. Everything I’d hoped for and more. And I was way out of my goddamn depth. Fuck.
What the hell had we just done?
Chapter Seven
I collapsed on the bed beside Neal with a huge grin on my face. I must have looked like the cat that got the cream because that was exactly how I felt. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done—couldn’t believe I’d had the guts to see it through. But I had. And now I wanted to do it again. Scratch that. I wanted to go further. I was so wet I couldn’t stand it. I squirmed, my hand reaching down between my legs, needing to ease the ache that had been building since the second I’d plucked up the courage to kiss Neal. I was on the edge, poised and ready to jump over the precipice. But just as I got a finger to my clit, Neal sucked in a sharp breath.
“Jesus, Zoey. Are you trying to kill me?”
He sat up and covered my hand with his, moving it to the side. “Let me see?”
I hesitated. I’d done this so many times, but I’d always been alone when masturbating albeit to thoughts of Neal. Could I touch myself while he watched? Was I that brave? He ran his hand down my thigh and parted my legs so that he could see better and after a moment, I made up my mind. I’d just given him a blowjob and he’d come in my mouth. Two people couldn’t get much more intimate than that. I shouldn’t be embarrassed in front of him now so I did the only thing I could—I spread my legs and I let him watch.
The first touch of my fingers against my sensitive clit was like being shocked by an electric charge—it coursed through my body violently, causing my back to arch. I whimpered as I did it again.
Neal had started running his hand up and down my thigh, exploring and arousing me almost to the point of pain. I needed something but I didn’t know exactly what it was so I was at a loss to ask for it.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered reverently. “So goddamn beautiful you make my eyes hurt. I could watch you do this forever.”
He shifted on the bed and with his free hand, he lowered one of the straps of my pink, silk negligee until he’d exposed my left breast and my nipple stiff
ened instantly under his hungry gaze. He licked his lips.
“Can I?” he asked.
I liked that he was mindful of what I wanted and polite enough to ask, but at this stage, he could have done anything to me and I’d have begged him for more. I was his, body and soul. I was so damn wet.
I nodded. “God, yes.”
The air around us was charged with the anticipation of what was about to happen. Neal seemed to be every bit as excited as me. I was about to get everything I’d ever wanted. How did I get so lucky? He closed his eyes momentarily and pulled in a deep breath as if to calm himself down before lowering his head to my breast. With agonizing slowness, his tongue darted out and he flicked the very edge of my nipple. It was a light, barely there touch, but it was so damn powerful that I jackknifed off the bed, shouting out his name as I bucked.
Neal grabbed my shoulders and his mouth descended on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth as if it was coming home. He kissed me passionately—hungrily as if my kisses were drugs and he was hooked. As he claimed my mouth, he palmed my breast and twisted my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I groaned into his mouth—lost to the many sensations in my body that overwhelmed me.
When we both needed air, Neal tore his mouth from mine then kissed his way down my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin as he went. This time when he reached my breast there was no delicate flick of his tongue, he covered my nipple with his mouth, sucking and laving it into a stiff peak. My legs began to shake. He must have noticed how close I was because he pulled my hand away from my clit, met my gaze then made his way down my body. Finally, his mouth was right where I needed it.
“Oh God, please Neal,” I begged. “Please.”
He continued to watch my face as he buried himself in my pussy, his tongue sweeping through my wet folds. I’d never experienced anything like it before. It was a hundred times better than my fingers.
“God yes,” I said again, lifting my hips. I pushed my pussy into his face, grinding it against his mouth, needing more.
Neal growled and ate at me like he was a starving man and I was the best meal he’d tasted in years. He sucked my clit, my pussy lips, my juices then pushed his tongue deep into the entrance of my pussy. I was growing wilder with each passing minute—more confident and ever closer to release. But I still needed something more. Could I ask him for it? I don’t think I had a choice. The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
“Fuck me, Neal. Please. I need to feel you inside me, filling me.”
He froze and I instantly regretted asking him to do that to me. I didn’t want to scare him away—didn’t want to push him too far and too fast. I was so happy that we’d even got this far. I hated that he might think I was some slut who just wanted to get her rocks off with any man that was available. It wasn’t like that for me. I needed him. Just him—for as long as he’d have me.
I thought he was going to move away and leave me in this state of unbearable arousal, but he didn’t. He lifted himself up, practically crawled up my body until he was looming above me, eye to eye and mouth to mouth. He seemed torn. There was lust in his expression and I thought I recognized hope, but he was definitely conflicted.
“You really want that?” he asked. “You want me to fuck you?”
I couldn’t back out now. I’d asked for what I wanted and I was going to stick with it whatever the consequences. I didn’t want to lie to him. When I nodded, he closed his eyes, his jaw tight, the muscles in his neck straining.
“Jesus, Zo. You don’t know what you’re asking me to do.”
When he opened his eyes again he looked down between our bodies and let out a ragged groan. I followed his gaze. His cock was free from his sweats and it was so hard it looked painful. There was a reddish-purple tinge to the head. It was so close to where I wanted it—where I needed it. All I had to do was reach down and guide it inside me. It would have been simple yet incredibly difficult at the same time. I knew in that instant that if I wanted him to fuck me, that was exactly what I would have to do. Neal wasn’t going to push me into anything. I had to take the lead. It was all down to me.
With a determination I hadn’t realized I possessed, I met his gaze and held it. I could see he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted him. His eyes impaled me and for the longest moment, I seemed to get lost in their depths.
“Kiss me,” I asked him, my voice firm, sure. “Make me yours.”
“You already are mine,” he retorted. “Have been since the moment I first saw you. It might have been in a different way back then. But you were still mine.”
He leaned down until his lips brushed lightly against mine, but instead of taking possession of them the way I expected him to, he kissed his way along my cheek before putting his lips to my ear.
“After I fuck you, you’re going to be mine forever so you’d better be damned sure that it’s what you want.”
Instead of replying with words, I reached between us and took hold of his cock. “It’s what I want,” I assured him.
He moved his mouth back to mine and just as our lips met, I guided him to the entrance of my body. The head of his cock slipped easily through my wetness.
“Wait. I want you to know something,” he said, stilling my hand. “I’m clean, Zoey. I hope you’re okay with that because I’d love to fuck you bare, baby. And I don’t think I’ll be able to pull out either. I think I need my spunk inside you. Is that okay, baby girl? Jesus, just thinking about it is enough to make me explode.”
I chuckled at his turn of phrase. “I trust you,” I assured him. “And I’m on the pill so you don’t need to worry about getting me pregnant.”
“I wasn’t worried about that,” he said with a shake of his head. “I’d love you to have my kid in you, now or one day in the future.”
His words excited me. “I’d like that too and I don’t want there to be anything between us on my first time.”
“Christ,” he muttered. “You talking like that is making me fucking hot, Zoey. Do you have any idea how much it turns me on to think that I’m going to be the first and last man to put his cock inside you?”
I blushed at his words, but my heart swelled in my chest. I wanted him to be the only man to make love to me, too.
He stroked his hand down my face then stole a kiss. “You’re incredible, you know that? I can’t wait to get inside you.”
He let go of my hand then and I lifted my hips to meet his cock, swallowing the agonized groan that ripped from his throat as he slid just inside my entrance.
“Do it, Neal,” I ordered. “Fuck me.”
He did.
He pushed into me sharply, not stopping until he was all the way inside. I hissed at the initial bite of pain, but I was so turned on that the pain soon receded and then I’d never felt so full and complete. Or so happy.
“Jesus, Zo, your pussy is so tight. It’s like a vice around my cock, baby. Fucking perfect.”
I preened at his words, happy he liked being inside me so much. I’d never have thought that someone could be rough and passionate yet gentle and loving at the same time, but Neal managed to be all those things and more. He fucked me slowly, languorously, each movement of his hips fluid, controlled. But there was no mistaking the power in his body that thrummed just beneath the surface, waiting to be set free. Only after I’d got used to the feel of him inside me and had started lifting my hips to meet each thrust did he show me what he could do with that power.
He fucked me harder, deep and fast—a raw act of possession that had me soaring to unimaginable heights. Each time he thrust into me it felt rawer and more powerful than the time before.
“Want to fuck you all the time now, Zo,” he ground out. “Gonna sneak into your room at night after mom and dad have gone to bed and bury myself balls deep inside you. Would you like that?”
My core tightened with need. It felt so naughty and dirty, yet so right at the same time. There was nothing I wanted more.
“Yes,” I gr
oaned. “I’d like that.”
“But you’ll have to be quiet, okay? We don’t want mom and dad to hear us.”
I hadn’t thought about that issue since we’d started this thing between us, but now that he’d brought it up, I worried about what might happen to us as a family. Could this tear us all apart?
“Stay with me, Zo,” Neal said. “No worrying, okay. We haven’t done anything wrong. Just feel my cock stretching that tight little virgin hole of yours. That’s all you need to think about. Just concentrate on me and you, babe. The rest of the world be damned. Whatever happens. We’ll deal with it together.”
Neal slid his hands under my ass and tilted my hips, pistoning into me with wild abandon. It was fucking beautiful. I’d been ready to come when he’d feasted on my pussy, but the interruption had doused the flames of my desire. Now they were back, burning brighter and hotter than ever.
I let my head fall back and took it all—everything he had to give me and I demanded more. I’d wanted him for such a long time and now I had him I knew I’d always want him. He was it for me. The end game.
“Oh God!” I shouted as my need spiraled out of control. “Neal!”
“That’s it, baby,” he crooned. “That’s right. Come for me, Zo. I want to feel you come on my cock. Clamp down on me, babe. Squeeze me tight. Make me feel it.”
I wanted to, I really did, but there was something I needed from him, too.
“You too,” I told him. “I want you to come inside me.”
His eyes darkened with desire. “You want my cum inside your tight little cunt now? You want me to fill you up?”
I nodded frantically, so close to my release I could practically taste it. His crude words got me even hotter. “Yes. God, yes. I want it, Neal. I need it.”
“Fuck,” he gritted out, pushing into me with wild, erratic thrusts. His fingers bit into my thighs as he pulled me onto his cock. “Fuck.”
My breathing became shallow, all but matching the thrusts of Neal’s hips.
