HUGE X3: A MFMM Menage Stepbrother Romance

by Stephanie Brother

  “Turn around.”

  I obey his gruff command and take a second to glance up at him. The lust raging in his eyes is so potent I feel as though I can’t breathe. There are words that are poised on the tip of my tongue, words that I think will add to the scene we’re playing. He told me he knew what I needed, so I think I know what he’d want me to say and how he’d want me to act.

  Like the dirty girl I am, in need of his punishment.

  “Don’t do this,” I say biting my lip.

  Desire flashes across his face as he descends on me. His lips clasp mine in a heated kiss, hungrier and more devouring than any we’ve shared so far. His tongue slips inside my mouth and strokes, pulling shivers through my body. It’s like a jolt of pure electricity surges from every point that is in contact with him, directly to my clit.

  The need I feel is so powerful; to be filled, to be owned, to give over my trust to someone in the hope that they will respect and treasure it. Underneath it all is the visceral need to feel his utter surrender to the pleasure I can give him. I want to see this strong man break apart.

  He draws away, clutching me around the jaw. I moan in despair wanting those lips on mine again. His gaze rakes over my body seemingly seeing my t-shirt and shorts for the first time. He yanks the top over my head and pulls it down until it rests above the handcuffs. The knot of fabric tickles my back but I force that sensation away as he unsnaps my strapless bra and lets it drop to my feet.

  I want to snuggle closer to him, breathe in his scent and feel his warmth, but that isn’t what this scene is about. When he bends his head I take a step back.

  My voice sounds tiny in the quiet of the room. “No, don’t do this.”

  Cory’s eyes blaze, but a grin appears on his lips. His gaze is so hungry on my tits that it’s almost like a physical touch. My nipples grow harder in the coolness of the room, drawing tighter in anticipation of the first sensation of his hand or mouth on them. He raises a hand and I expect him to cup my whole breast, but he doesn’t. Instead, he rests the tip of one finger against my pointed nipple and presses hard.

  Oh, god, it feels so good I almost fall to my knees.

  Cory grabs my upper arm and holds me firmly while he bends to suckle hard. I want to hold him to my breast, run my fingers through his gorgeous, soft, dirty-blond hair, but I can’t. The cuffs clank behind me as I tug with frustration.

  If he pulls away I can’t stop him.

  I’m at his mercy.

  A sizzling sensation races through me again. I can feel my pulse throbbing in my neck, behind my breast and in the tips of my fingers. With every suckle, my pussy clenches. His tongue is so rough against my sensitive skin that it almost hurts. I exist, in that moment, on the line between pleasure and pain, and my mind empties of everything else.

  He pulls away from me, his eyes on the nipple he has sucked almost raw, then he twists it cruelly. It should feel bad. I know it should, but I don’t seem to be built like other people. All I feel is desperation for more. Anything that he will give me, I want, even if it hurts.

  “You love this,” he says gruffly. “You want it.”

  Imperceptibly I nod but I say, “No. Please stop.”

  He doesn’t.

  I haven’t called him ‘officer’. I haven’t used the word he gave me that would give me the freedom to end this whenever I want it to.

  Instead, he tucks a finger underneath the waistband of my shorts. He hooks my panties as well and pulls them and my shorts down my legs, tapping my left calf. “Step out of them.”

  I do as he commands and stand before him naked, vulnerable, helpless and quaking with an anticipation that I’ve never felt before. Cory stands and simply drinks me in with his lust-filled eyes. For a moment, I see softness there, as though this is more than just hardcore sex to him, but then it’s gone and he’s back to mean.

  When he steps closer to me I shiver, the heat of his body seeping into my exposed skin a contrast to the cool room. He moves so slowly that I have no idea what he’s going to do, but when his fingers brush my thigh I know he’s going to touch me where I need him most.

  His first touch is gentle, fingers stroking through the soft dark hair, tugging on it possessively. I watch him extend a finger so he can part my lips and gain access to the wet pink place between them. My breathing is short and frantic as I wait for him to touch me. Everything is so slow and teasing I want to cry out and beg for him to just do it. Touch my clit, push your fingers up inside me until I come.

  I need to come so badly.

  His fingertip brushes my clit, enough that I can tell it’s swollen and ready to be stimulated. I moan, loudly. I can’t help myself.

  But he doesn’t like it. He reaches a hand around me and slaps my ass hard.

  I jerk forward, the sting of the slap a total surprise. My eyes widen and he smiles. Before I can back away his other arm comes around me to hold me in place. He slaps my ass again, harder.

  I jerk into him again but I don’t complain. I get that he doesn’t want me to make a sound. I struggle against him, the sting of the spanking sending a tingling sensation to my aching pussy.

  “You’re a dirty girl,” he whispers. “You’re so wet and I’ve hardly touched you.” His hand connects with my ass again. “You need to learn,” he says.

  I moan and sway towards him but he yanks me back with his hand around the handcuffs. They dig into my skin inflicting more exquisite pain. The pain mingled with pleasure makes me so hot, so wet I want to plead with him. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him to throw me on the bed and fuck me hard until we both come.

  “On your knees.”

  He kicks my shorts and panties toward me for me to kneel on. I take position in front of him waiting for his instructions. Faster than I’ve ever seen a man undress his clothes hit the floor. I barely have time to take in his muscled chest and strong thighs before he wraps a hand in my hair and guides me toward his rock-hard cock. I peer up at him.

  “Suck me.”

  I’m dazed as Cory pushes me forward, stroking the tip of his huge cock over my bottom lip and pushing deep into my mouth. With him guiding me back and forth on his length, I suck. The taste of him makes me light headed and slurping sounds fill the room as he pushes me faster. I lick him up and down following the length of a vein to the tip, and he groans, tightening his grasp in my hair. He pushes me toward his length again. With each thrust forward my body tingles. I imagine his cock pushing inside me. I taste his arousal, salty-sweet in my mouth, and I feel so frantic. Squeezing my legs together does nothing to ease the ache between them. There’s only one thing that will do that and Cory is making me wait.

  My shoulders are beginning to twinge, but before I can linger on the thought, Cory’s hand lets go of my hair. He helps me to stand and pulls me into his arms for another searing kiss. I wonder if he can taste himself on my tongue, and how he feels about that.

  My hard nipples brush against his chest, causing a tingle of sensation to race through my body. The stroke of his tongue across my lips makes me shiver. I want to wrap my arms around him. Pull him closer. The handcuffs bite into my skin every time I struggle against them.

  Cory is the first to break the kiss. He brushes my hair aside and bites my tender flesh of my neck. The tingle that soars through my body pulls a moan from my lips.

  He moves forward, forcing me to back up until the back of my knees hit my bed. Anticipation sings through my fevered body. I want to plead but I know that won’t make him go any faster.

  “Don’t. We can’t,” I say and his eyes meet mine, fierce and demanding.

  “I know you want it. I can smell you. Your pussy is so wet I’m going to be able to slip in there so easy. Dirty girls need their punishment. And you’re going to take yours like a good girl.”

  A grin appears and my heart races. It’s what I wanted to see that night by the side of the road. He’d tried so hard to hide it from me, but he isn’t hiding now.

  I see him.

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sp; It’s a strange realization. He needs to be in control as much as I need to be controlled. I wonder what’s behind his proclivity. Is it something from his childhood, too? I want to know everything. I want to see inside his mind and his heart and have him know me the same way.

  With his body against mine, he lowers me to the mattress trapping my handcuffed hands under me. The knot of my t-shirt pushes into my back and I wriggle to get more comfortable.

  Lust fuels him as he starts at my ankles, dropping kisses as he moves up my body. With a feather-light touch, he caresses the trail his lips took. In places, it tickles, and I jerk away. In other places, it sets me on fire,

  When he reaches my pussy I hold my breath. His soft breath on my folds makes my clit pulse. Deft fingers part my lips exposing my private place to him. I blush so hard, knowing he’s seeing me, smelling me, about to taste me. When his tongue flicks over my sensitive clit I gasp and raise my hips.

  Cory darts his tongue over and over in short fast strokes. It feels so amazing that I moan and arch into his mouth. If my hands were free I’d clutch him to my pussy and grind on his face until I came. All the longing and pleasure has coiled up inside me.

  His tongue changes to circling my clit, barely touching it but trailing lightly around and around. He gets achingly close to the sweet spot but doesn’t touch it. I arch, swivel my hips, anything to get him to flick my clit again.

  He chuckles and pulls back, finger stroking the same path his tongue took, just enough to make me writhe but not enough to make me come.

  “You want it?” he asks with amusement.

  I shake my head. “NO.”

  Cory laughs. “I know you’re lying.” His finger follows my labia downwards and rests at the entrance to my pussy. I swear, it actually clenches as though it wants to draw him inside my body. Kitty’s hungry and she knows what she wants.

  He doesn’t give it to her.

  Instead, he crawls up my body until he’s looming over me, face so close to mine that we’re breathing the same air. I feel his cock dangling at the entrance to my pussy. So close but still a tease.

  “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” His eyes are cold like they were at the traffic stop. He’s keeping himself remote from this, trying to maintain his hold over his emotions and physical reactions.

  I shake my head and look at the wall. He wants me to beg but I won’t.

  “Tell me,” he orders, gripping my jaw in his huge hand and holding me so I can’t look away.

  “I don’t want you,” I say angrily. This is all part of the game but it feels real now. I’m frustrated and he’s making me wait for my pleasure.

  “Liar.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “You will, baby. Don’t worry. Unless you really mean it. Do you really mean it, Allyson? Do you want to say the safe word?”

  I look up into his stone cold eyes and want to bite him. I want him to feel pain. I want him to hurt as much as I do right now. I could say ‘officer’ and all this would be over. I could relieve myself. My trusty vibrator is currently stashed in the drawer next to the bed. I could send him on his way with a rock hard dick and a few choice words burning his ears. But I won’t because as much as I hate his teasing, I also love it.

  “Fuck me,” I say loudly. “Just do it. Stick it inside me and make me come.”

  They’re not the begging words he was so obviously looking for but they seem to do the job. Maybe he feels as frenzied as me and can’t wait any longer.

  He clasps a nipple with his mouth again, grazing the puckered peak with his teeth. Pain and sizzling pleasure spike through me.

  He reaches over to the nightstand and finds a condom in his wallet. It takes him seconds to sheath himself and then, with him looking into my eyes, he reaches between us and guides his cock inside me. The questioning look isn’t something I expected to see in his expression. It’s as though he needs to make sure I’m still with him even though I haven’t used the safe word. Maybe he’s had a bad experience in the past. Maybe it’s because he’s a cop and he’s dealt with victims of sexual assault. I give him another small nod.

  “Don’t,” I whisper. “Please,”

  He plunges into me again with a groan. My pussy grips him as he rams harder, pushing with every thrust until he’s balls deep and our hips are mashed together painfully. A tingling sensation has already started in my stomach and moves down my body. My clit pulses with each thrust into me. He plunges deeper, pushing me into the mattress, jiggling my breasts. His balls slap against me with every stroke, the sound creating a rhythmic smacking sound that fuels my desire.

  Unable to wrap my arms around him to pull him closer I arch into his thrusts to pull him in deeper. He pumps faster, gathering me in his arms, holding me tightly. Low moans from deep in his throat send my desire over the edge. I moan and raise my hips to match his rhythm. The gathering sensation in my clit pushes me so close to orgasm that I’m desperate to come.

  The pressure building in my core winds tighter and tighter and I can’t hold it in anymore.

  I beg him. “Please.”

  His fingers dig into my skin, arms drawing so tight I feel like I can’t get a breath. With one hard, deep final thrust, Cory makes me come. My orgasm crashes through me, my legs twitch, my clit throbs. Inside me, his cock jerks and I feel it pulsing with his own release. My pussy grips him tighter with each twitch of my orgasm and he groans, clutching me against his chest until his length stops jerking inside me.

  Cory’s breathing fast and I can feel his heart racing against mine. I wait for him to say something but he doesn’t. I hope he’ll kiss me but he doesn’t do that either. Instead, he rolls off me and the sudden withdrawal of his body heat makes me shiver. Exhausted and a bit confused, I watch him go into the bathroom and I hear the water running. The sun is starting to rise outside casting thin streams of brightness through the cracks in my curtains. When Cory returns it’s with a washcloth and a towel in his hands. He rubs the washcloth over my pussy then dries me off with the towel. Then he retrieves the handcuff keys from the nightstand drawer, helps me to sit up and unlocks my restraints. I roll my shoulders to ease the tight muscles there.

  We’re so quiet now and it feels strange; uncomfortable even. Does he regret what we did? Does he feel guilty?

  Cory reaches for the hand lotion I have on my nightstand and, with great care, he rubs in cooling lotion on the red marks around my wrists. The lotion soothes the pain and his tender touch soothes the ache in my heart. He’s caring for me. He might not know what to say but I understand that. Sometimes sex is so powerful it can make you reassess how you feel about more than the act itself. He lifts my hand to his mouth and brushes light kisses on my wrists.

  My stomach flutters at the tenderness of his actions, and the look in his eyes when I finally pluck up the courage to meet his gaze.

  I want to talk to him, to tell him how much I enjoyed what we did and ask him how he feels. I want to kiss his beautiful lips and put a smile on them once more.

  But I don’t get the chance because my cell phone jingles in my purse.

  “Sorry, I should get that.”

  Cory picks up my purse from the floor beside the bed and holds it in front of me. I reach in and find my phone then swipe to answer the call.

  “Hi, mom.” Trust her to pick this exact moment to call me for an early morning chat.

  “Allyson! So glad I caught you before classes. Wedding plans are overwhelming me. I need to find out when you’ll be free to go dress shopping.”

  “I’ll check my schedule and give you a call back this afternoon.”

  “That’s great. Don’t forget. There’s so much to do. You’ll need a fabulous dress. We’ll get Cory a matching tie. It’ll be so nice that we’ll all be a family soon.”

  I cringe at the word family. That was exactly the word I didn’t need to hear right now. I peer up at Cory, who is currently worrying the skin of his cuticle with his nail. He must be able to hear the conversation. W
e’re sitting so close and mom’s voice reaches pitches that could break a glass when she’s excited. Guilt sweeps over me.

  We slept together. I just fucked my stepbrother-to-be. Not just that but I let him cuff me and play out a scene that was hotter than any I’ve had before.

  My future stepbrother knows what I taste like between my legs. “I won’t forget. I’ll call you back. I have to dash now. Love you.”

  My mother barely gets out her reciprocal “love you too” when I hit the end button. I look to the side and Cory doesn’t meet my gaze. I can’t read his cop face. It’s set in neutral to pissed off, or at least that’s how I interpret his expression. I feel as though I’m back in that moment when he found the cuffs, torn between embarrassment and longing. All I want to do is curl up in his lap and go to sleep. I’m so tired, physically and emotionally.

  But I can’t bear to hear the words that might be on the tip of his tongue. That we made a mistake. That he needs to go and we should forget this ever happened. I can’t think about the lies I told him and the disaster that’s waiting for me if Drew carries out his threats. I’m on the verge of tears when I jump off the bed and scramble into my clothes.

  “We made a mistake. This shouldn’t have happened,” I say.

  I risk a peek at him, seeing hurt and anger flash in his eyes. Oh god, is he hurt? Am I the one making a mistake right now.

  Cory pulls on his clothes with short jerking motions, finally reaching to collect his belt from the nightstand. I expect him to say something. There are so many words I could say now; I’m sorry, being the most important ones, but I can’t seem to get them out. I stand with my eyes trained on the floor until the door slams, making me jump.

  I put my face in my palms and find they smell of him. Between my legs, I can feel him as though he was still inside me. My dorm room feels emptier than it ever has, and in a way, so does my heart.

  I feel so terrible for leading him down a path and then cutting him off.

  How will I face him again?

  12

  ALLYSON

  After hours of trying on dresses, my feet protest making another step. Thankfully the dress shop has a plush bench in front of the dressing rooms. I plop down and flick off my shoes, sighing with relief as the pressure eases from my heels and toes. I flex my feet and settle back to wait for my mom to emerge.