by Kane, Jessa
“Oh, I think she will,” Jacob mutters thickly, groaning into another lick of my mouth. This time, I stroke his tongue with my own and feel a rush of wetness between my legs. Jacob doesn’t give me thinking or breathing room, his mouth opening over mine repeatedly, drawing his tongue in and out of my mouth, harsh inhales and exhales leaving his nose. Involuntarily, my thighs slide wider on the conference table, my skirt rolling up to my hips, and there I am, kissing my stepbrother while he humps the juncture of my thighs.
I break the kiss with a moan, my head falling back on my shoulders.
“Fuck,” Jacob grits out, running his lips up my throat. “Look at this hot, little piece, Bridger. Bet she’s already wet enough to take my cock.”
“You sure about that? It’s as long as a ruler. Fat as my forearm.” He shakes his head. “Be patient. She needs more time before she takes it.”
Why am I so turned on by hearing Bridger talk about his brother’s penis?
I shouldn’t be.
I shouldn’t be turned on by any of this. Not the taboo nature of what’s happening here or the risk of being caught. Or the way Jacob’s features tighten with pleasure/pain when Bridger speaks. It’s all so bad. But my body won’t let me stop. It’s in search of that elusive release everyone else but me seems to know how to achieve.
“Twenty more seconds,” Bridger says. “Nineteen…eighteen…”
Jacob pumps against me frantically, his mouth racing over mine, his head slanting, hands sliding up my thighs and gripping my bare hips, jerk, jerk, jerking me toward him on the conference table. I’m going to come. I’m finally going to come. I think. I think. The rigid trunk of his erection is right on top of my clit, rubbing it roughly. Almost too roughly, but his tongue in my mouth, his desperation for me make me crave that aggression. And Bridger’s voice counting down from a few yards away makes me feel like we’re two naughty children about to get in trouble and I’m tightening up, tightening…
“Stop.”
Jacob breaks away panting, sweat causing his shirt to stick to his chest. Turning it transparent enough that I can see the colorful tattoos beneath. He’s staring at me like a bull in heat, his light blue eyes even brighter now with arousal.
Bridger paces toward us slowly, like an approaching disciplinarian.
The older Onasis reaches between my thighs, tugs aside my panties and swipes two fingers through my wetness, holding it up to the light. “Excellent job, brother,” he praises, then he pushes his two damp fingers into my mouth. Deep. Making me whimper. Making me suck off the moisture without even having to tell me. Then he glances down at Jacob’s straining fly. “You’re going to make her a very happy girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Jacob exhales, roughly, doubling over to plant his hands on his knees. “When?”
Bridger considers my disheveled state, possession burning in his deep blue eyes. But what does he desire? To take me himself? Or to watch his brother have me? “I’ll cancel our meetings so we can take Zoe to her new home. Be ready in five.”
3
Bridger
I thought watching Jacob and Zoe kiss would be hot.
I had no idea it would enflame me like this.
This apparent voyeur kink of mine has manifested itself quickly and now I burn to get them inside the hotel room. To sit back, like the captain of a ship, and pull the strings. I sit between them in the back of the limousine now with a possessive hand on Zoe’s inner thigh, my brother watching me stroke her lightly with my fingertips. There’s jealousy already among the three of us, going in half a dozen directions and as the oldest, most experienced one of us, I know it’s up to me to lay down the ground rules.
The last thing I want is anything to come between me and Jacob.
We had a rocky relationship growing up, me being the responsible one, him the hell-raiser who never got approval from our father. Now he seeks it from me. And I like giving it to him. I like seeing his tattooed chest go solid with pride. We’ve never talked about the dynamic between us. Or whether or not it’s healthy for him to work so hard for my admiration and me to enjoy giving it to him so much, but it works for us. In its own confusing way.
Now that dynamic is translating to our mutual infatuation with Zoe.
It feels as though there is a certain line being crossed with me and Jacob, but hell if I can do anything about it. There’s something here. Something wild and dark between the three of us, and it demands to be pursued.
I pick up Zoe’s hand and bring it across my lap, laying her palm on my brother’s thigh, rubbing it up and down the sinewy muscles he spends hours a day honing in the gym. He’s instantly erect, his head falling back against the seat.
“Let’s talk about what we each need,” I say quietly in the dark, air-conditioned interior. “I’ll go first. I liked watching you together.” My own cock stiffens at the memory of Jacob between Zoe’s gorgeous thighs, his face twisted up in pain, his hands clawing at her hips. “And I’ve always liked…anticipation. I might watch you together more than once without finishing myself. Maybe three times. Four. But then…” I clear my throat. “I will require her to come to me. Alone. And I’ll take my pound of flesh.”
Jacob narrows his eyes at me. “Why alone?”
“I like watching. But I doubt I’d like being watched.”
“How will you know unless you try?
“Eager to see how I look doing it, brother?”
Jacob turns quickly to stare out the window. “Fine. I agree to those terms.”
Zoe’s laugh is kind of hysterical. “You’re really just going to discuss me like I’m a…bike? Of which you share joint custody?” She pulls her hand out of mine, crosses her arms and twists away to face the opposite window. “I think I was the victim of temporary insanity back at the office. This can’t be a-a regular thing. We’re stepsiblings. As if that isn’t enough, I work for you. This is a human resources nightmare.”
“She’s funny,” Jacob remarks, a dimple popping up in his cheek. “She forgets what it was like when we kissed. Maybe I need to remind her.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll get your chance.”
“No,” Zoe snaps. “He won’t.”
My lips twitch. Does she have any idea how adorable she is when she’s pissed? “While you’re already being disagreeable, Zoe, you won’t be bungee jumping tomorrow morning, either. I’ll have a desk set up in the reception room. You’ll be our mutual assistant.”
“Good thinking,” Jacob says, stalking the girl with his eyes from across the seat. “No way she’s putting herself in danger like that. Not happening.”
Her spine straightens. “But your mother and I overruled you.”
“Zoe, she’d have to physically drag you away from us for that to happen. I doubt she’d attempt such an extreme,” I say. “Besides, I’d fire every technician who dared strap you into a fucking harness. She can vote however she wants. You’re not jumping off any cliffs.”
“Amen.”
“Please,” Zoe asks, turning once again to face us in the seat. “I’m not an office girl. I need to be outside or I’m going to be suffocated. I live to jump off cliffs. It’s right at the top of my bucket list. I was so excited to have a job I actually liked.”
Jacob shakes his head. “Zoe…”
She runs a finger down the center of my chest, toying with buttons along the way. “I’ll agree to the arrangement if you let me be the product tester.”
To my right, Jacob chuckles.
“Angel.” I tip her chin up. “You were going to agree anyway.”
She’s back to pouting. If we weren’t pulling up to the hotel, I would let my brother wipe the frown off her face. I’ve seen them in action. It would take a matter of seconds. But the driver is already opening the door and in seconds, we’re guiding our stepsister through the lobby of the Four Seasons, my hand wrapped around the back of her neck, Jacob’s touch resting on the curve of her ass. Mouths drop open and faces are fanned, but people might as well get used
to us now.
This arrangement has barely just begun and I already know it’s permanent.
She’s ours.
* * *
Jacob
Zoe is in a much better mood when she sees the hotel room.
She’s used to the finer things. At least since her father married into the Onasis family. But her jaw still drops at the view of the river and surrounding trees. The giant, golden claw-footed bathtub. The champagne chilling in front of the fireplace. The luxurious bedroom, complete with king-sized bed. Soft music drifts from an unknown source as we watch her flit from room to room, gasping at what she sees.
“I don’t know if you caught it…” I say to my brother. “When she mentioned she plans to go on a lot more adventures when she’s able.”
“I heard her.” His gaze drops low and I swallow hard. “Fuck her well and she won’t need adventures.”
“I heard that.” Zoe stops in front of us, cocked hip and crossed arms. All sass. “And you’re wrong. I’m going to spend a year saving up and then I’m going to wear out my passport. There’s no changing my mind.”
“Is that so?” I drawl, starting to unbutton my shirt. “Where do you plan to go?”
Her attention is hooked on the progress my fingers are making—and when I remove the shirt and drop it at my feet, she gulps, backs up a step. She’s seeing the chaos of my youth represented by a full body of tattoos. Skulls, lettering, faces, flames. She’s seeing where I channel all that restlessness, building my body into a temple with weights. Boxing. Pull ups between meetings. Now I’m going to channel it into her.
I crook a finger at her. “Come here, angel.”
Her chest expands and I see I’ve made her sweet nipples hard. “I-I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
There’s a rumble in Bridger’s chest. “Go get her, brother.”
She turns and tries to run, but I’m faster.
Within two steps, I’ve wrapped an arm around her waist. I pull her back against my chest and yank her onto tiptoes, molding my lap to her tight ass. “What’s wrong, angel?” I breathe in her ear. “Afraid you’ll like it too much?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
Bridger steps in front of her, large and imposing. The scourge of any board room he enters. His expression is stoic, but I know my brother well enough to see the almost insidious hunger in his dark eyes. Softly, he runs knuckles down Zoe’s cheek, ending at her chin—and then he rips her blouse down the middle, sending buttons flying in every direction.
He does the same to her bra, baring her tits with a savage growl.
She whimpers, her butt shifting against my thickening dick. She moves with excitement or nerves, it’s impossible to tell when I’m standing behind her. But I trust Bridger completely. I trust what he’s interpreting from her expression. “Our stepsister wants to get fucked,” he says, lowering the side zipper on her skirt and tugging it down to her ankles. “Don’t you, angel?”
Zoe makes a sobbing sound, her nearly naked body writhing in my hold.
“Answer the question,” Bridger says, his tone more commanding this time. “Do you want Jacob to ride your virgin pussy?” He yanks down her panties. “Do you want me to watch? Do you want me to get harder every time he sinks his huge cock into you?”
“Y-yes.”
I groan loudly. At the further proof she needs this as badly as we do. At the way he describes my endowment. Almost as if he’s proud of its size. As if he’s the one wielding it. On fire with a twisted kind of lust, my hand slides up her stomach to massage her apple-sized tits, right, then left, twisting my palm over her erect nipples. “Let’s get her to the bedroom.”
* * *
Zoe
I’m swept up in a hurricane.
I’m agreeing to this.
I’m appalled by it. I’m everything in between.
My blood rushes through me, a river of fire, as I’m pressed facedown over the edge of the huge bed. Jacob’s hands rake down my ass and back up, swatting it roughly. I’m seeing the room through a sexual haze, but my surroundings are clear enough to see Bridger taking a seat in the corner of the room, near the top right corner of the bed. He drops into a regal manspread and unzips his pants. Then he grips the armrests. Awaiting the show.
This is insane.
One stepbrother is going to watch the other have sex with me.
They’ve put me up in this hotel room that has to cost thousands of dollars per night…and they’re behaving as if I’m their all-time favorite plaything.
No, that’s not right. I’m not just a plaything to them, it seems.
They’re protective over me. I mean something to them.
I think that’s why when Jacob kisses his way up my spine, a sort of languidness sweeps through me and the final remnants of my self-consciousness ebb. How can I be anything but confident when Bridger is openly ogling me, the outline of his shaft visible in the V of his zipper? When Jacob is huge and thick behind his fly and he’s grinding it against my bottom, strangled sounds breaking from his throat?
“I can’t wait to take her like this,” Jacob grunts. “She’s got such a hot, little ass.”
“I’m anxious to watch that myself,” Bridger drawls, his hips shifting in the chair. “But the first time, she’ll get it on her back. It’ll be the easiest for her.” He lets out a choppy breath. “Now turn our stepsister over and get started.”
I’m flipped onto my back and oh Jesus. Jesus, Jacob is towering over me and he’s a work of art. Ink of every color decorates his angry biceps, his smooth pecs, the hard dips and elevations of his abdomen. His face is that of a criminal, but his eyes were stolen from an angel. I grow embarrassingly wet just looking at him—and he knows it, his sensual lips curling in a smirk. “Hey, sis.”
“Eat that beautiful pussy,” Bridger rasps among the sound of rustling fabric. “Use your tongue on her until she’s ready to trade her soul for a cock.”
Expression tightening with lust, Jacob drags me to the edge of the bed and kneels, maintaining eye contact as he kisses down my inner thigh, huffs a hot breath over my sex to create a layer of condensation and slowly, slowly drags his tongue upward through my folds. When he reaches my clitoris, he stops licking, merely flexing his tongue there, rolling it like a wave, sending a hot flurry of pulsations through my lower body. And I sob his name, clutching at the bedspread.
“Christ, she loves that,” Bridger says roughly. “More.”
Jacob twists his tongue right and left over that tingling bud, his eyes flashing wickedly at my resulting whimpers. He licks my sex like he’s angry with it, the fingertips of his right hand creeping slowly along my inner thighs until they reach my flesh, his thumb teasing my entrance with terrible, wonderful nudges, and I never had any idea that ring of nerves was so sensitive. It seems to grow more so with every revolution of his thumb, his tongue flicking my nub, sucking it gently, and then his middle finger tucks inside me, pushing deep, stretching, making my hips rear up off the bed.
“How tight is she?” Bridger demands to know.
Jacob appears almost stunned as he draws his tongue back into his mouth. “Jesus. Too tight. She’s going to scream the fucking walls down.”
“Then find a way to keep her quiet.”
The younger brother nods, something savage moving in his expression. Savage and hungry. He comes to his feet slowly and unzips his pants, shoving them down his hips. And when I see the utter magnitude of his manhood for the first time, I try to crawl backwards, away from the brutal, veiny length of it, but Jacob catches me by my right ankle and drags me back, quickly pinning me to the mattress with his weight. “Please.” His voice is threadbare, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. “I want you so bad.”
It’s the first time I’ve seen the slightest hint of vulnerability in Jacob and it ceases my struggles. Have women recoiled from his size before? He didn’t seem surprised when I tried to get away, only frustrated. Is it odd that I find myself protective of his feelings?
One by one, I relax my muscles…and then I pull his mouth down to mine for a kiss, shocking him. He’s so shocked, it takes him a beat to kiss me back. But when he does, he demolishes me. His mouth is everywhere, seemingly all at once. Open, raking over my nipples, licking up my throat, diving into my neck and delving his tongue between my lips. I’m extremely aware of that huge, heavy part of him between my thighs, pressed tight to my entrance, as if waiting for an invitation. And I find I’m not scared of him putting it inside me anymore. No, I’m too flushed and wet, my core aching for something it’s never had.
“She’s ready,” Bridger growls from the corner of the room. “Fuck her.”
“Yes,” Jacob rasps. Eyes glazed, he reaches down between our bodies, wincing as he pushes the first, wide inch inside of me, the shift of my damp folds making a sound in the room. “God, she’s wet,” he pants, that tattooed chest heaving. “I might even get halfway in.”
Is it pride that makes me open my legs wider, despite the pinch of pain? I don’t know. I’m only aware of the sudden responsibility to please this man, to welcome him into my body and relieve the tension evident in every line of his powerful body.
Jacob sinks deeper with a long groan and it’s echoed by his brother.
“I feel the cherry,” he grates through clenched teeth.
“Get rid of it,” Bridger grunts. “Make her ours.”
I’m already dealing with the discomfort of being stretched by Jacob’s large appendage, but I brace now for the sharpest pain, my hands turning to fists in his hold.
“This is going to sting, angel.” He leans down and presses our foreheads together, stretching my wrists high above my head, keeping them pinned. “I’m sorry.”
“She has to forgive you,” Bridger says. “She’s family.”
The reminder that it’s my stepbrother inside me makes my sex clench and Jacob’s lip ticks up at one end. “Ahhh. I felt that, you dirty, little girl.” His smile turns into a snarl and he punches his hips forward, stamping his mouth down on top of mine at the same time, absorbing my shriek. Invaded. I’ve been completely invaded. Conquered. My legs are shaking with the force of pressure. The sweep of pain and pride and uncertainty of how long it will last, what happens next. “Oh fuck. Fuck, Bridger. She’s got all of me. Every inch. Can’t believe it.”
