by Coco Cadence
“C’mere,” I growl, lifting her up from the floor again.
Before she says something neither of us want to hear, I smash my lips on hers again and tongue-fuck her until she’s moaning into my mouth. I won’t accept any of her stupid excuses of why not to do this anymore. I don’t give a shit if it’s wrong or if she hates me for it. I’m sinking my dick into her until she comes screaming my name, so help me god.
“Fuck, I want you so badly, Em,” I murmur into her ear as I push her against the locker.
She licks her lips, which makes me lick them, too. “I told you not to do that … unless, of course, you want me to lick you.” My tongue dips out for another swipe as our hot breaths are mingling, sweat dripping from our bodies in anticipation of what’s to come. “Anywhere. Everywhere. All day and night, babe.”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” she mumbles.
I don’t think she even hears what she’s saying, but fuck it, I’m gonna take her up on the offer regardless. “Your wish is my command.”
And then I lower her onto my cock, driving into her with full force. Her jaw drops and she gasps, but I cover her mouth with mine, absorbing her loud moan. Her soft pussy wraps around my dick like soft silk, and fuck me, does it feel good. So good, I almost blow my load right there and then.
“Fuck me …” I groan.
She moans and I take it as a sign to thrust deeper. Her eyes are closed, but her red cheeks and damp face tell me that her blood is racing with desire. That face is perfection. So easy to read yet complex at the same time. So beautiful. My desire to come all over her is overpowering me.
Maybe I’m a bad motherfucker for having those filthy thoughts, but some animalistic part of me still feels the urge to mark her as my own. Literally. And it would make for the perfect image to lodge into my mind for the times when I’ll have to make do with a hand job. I’m sure I’ll be doing that plenty of times after she’s realized she’s fucking me right now. She’ll probably be mad as hell, but I don’t regret this at all, and I never will. I’m all in, whether she likes it or not.
Her grip on my shoulders tightens as I fuck her hard, slamming my cock into her over and over again. I can’t stop. I’m wasted on her, and it’s still not enough. Rough breaths interchange with needy moans until we lock in a furious battle of needs, grasping at each other for more. Her fingers tangle through my hair, and mine deepen their grip on her ass. I bang her against the locker so hard the noise will probably alert a few people. But I don’t give a damn, not even if they come in and see us bare-ass naked. Hell, I’d walk this Earth without clothes for the rest of my life if it meant I could bring her home every night.
She’s everything I want and more. Her body so soft, her eyes beautiful and radiant, her lips heavenly, her mind … untouchable. Her heart belongs to me. One way or another, I’m gonna make it happen.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Em, but you make me want to do things to you no man ever should.”
“I want it all,” she moans, her eyes still closed, her mind still far away from me.
Her body wants me, but her mind is still trying to ignore the fact she wants me.
I’ll get through to her, somehow, and then it’ll be even better than heaven itself.
But first, we’re ripe for sin.
“Oh god …” she moans as I bury my cock deep within her pussy.
“Yes, babe, come all over me,” I growl.
“Fuck!” she yells.
I grin, watching her come apart around my dick. It’s amazing. “Say my name, Em. Say it. Tell me to fuck you harder.”
“Fuck me harder, Chris,” she mutters.
God, I love it how she listens to me, as if she’s completely tuned into my needs. I’m a stubborn, needy motherfucker, who loves to get rough and demanding, but I know she can take it all.
“That’s it, babe, take it all,” I say, biting her lip softly.
“I’m coming,” she huffs.
Fuck yes, this is what I’ve been waiting for … her coming on my shaft, coating me with her wetness as she milks me like no other. And oh, fuck me, it feels so good. I can feel every muscle inside her tighten and release. And her face … I never knew she could look this beautiful when she comes right over my face. God, this is so hot that it’s becoming impossible for me to contain myself.
“Fuck, yeah …” I mutter, barely able to control myself.
With her legs locked behind my back, I pull away from the locker and carry her to the couch just to the side, dropping her onto the cushions. I crawl on top of her like the hungry lion I am, licking her body from bottom to top. I can’t get enough of her sweet and salty taste, the intoxicating mix an aphrodisiac on my tongue. Her body is sprawled underneath me, and I part her legs further by nudging her inner thighs, lowering myself on top of her.
“I could do this all day, Em. You just need to say the word,” I growl. “I’ll suck your clit to wake you up in the morning, slide my tongue into your mouth during work, and when you’re ready to go to bed, I’ll thrust my cock into your needy pussy until you’re so satisfied you can’t even walk straight.”
“Oh …” She flushes, which makes me think her mind, deep down, might be just as dirty as mine is.
Grinning, I kiss her neck, sucking so hard it leaves a red mark. “Mine,” I say, biting my lip.
She puffs and moans, her body language a mix between greed and repulsion, but my kisses have her completely under my spell. She might think I’m a filthy bastard, but I’m her filthy bastard. And this filthy bastard is about to claim what belongs to him.
Gripping her ass, I lift her up until the tip of my cock brushes her sensitive pussy lips, which makes her tighten her muscles.
“Ah-ah, Em. Open up for me,” I murmur against her neck, nibbling her earlobe softly.
The moment I slide in, she sucks in a breath through her teeth, causing her to hiss slightly as I push in further. I press my lips to hers as I hit balls deep, my cock pulsing with need. God, it feels so fucking good to finally be inside her. To become one with her again. I’ve dreamed of this day for so long that I don’t even feel like I’m awake. And I guess it’s the same for her, judging by the delirious look on her face.
She grasps the cushion behind her as I thrust in and out of her slowly, building up the speed each time. Biting her lip makes me want to go even faster. She’s such a tease; she always knows how to turn me on, even if she doesn’t mean for it to happen. That’s just the way she is. She gets me riled up as no other girl ever can.
Which is why I need to fuck her like there’s no tomorrow.
And I do. I ram my cock into her eager pussy, holding her ass tight, while my mouth finds her hardened nipples. I suck and lick them until she arches her back, putting tension on my shaft that’s so fucking good; I feel my balls squeezing together.
“Fuck me, I wanna fill you up, Em,” I growl. “Tell me you want my cum.”
“Oh, yes, Chris,” she moans out loud. “Give it to me.”
“You want my cum that badly?” I say, thrusting in hard and fast. “You’re just as filthy as I am, Em. And I fucking love it. Scream my name, Em. Let me hear how much you want it.”
After a few thrusts, her body pushes against mine, her nipples stroking my chest, her pussy throbbing around my dick. And then it happens.
“Chris!” she screams, and then she comes again.
I can feel every ounce of her body tighten around me, but just her voice alone makes my cock explode.
A bellowing sound rolls from my tongue as my balls squeeze together and cum surges through my shaft, shooting out with equal velocity as I fuck her raw. Three, four pushes, it’s still not enough to stop the cum from gushing out. My body is quaking, as is hers, and it feels so good. Finally. No more blue balls.
“Fuck me …” I mutter as my still half-hard cock slides out of her. “That was good.”
I plant one last kiss on her lips before lifting myself up from her and taking off my condom, which contains a mother lo
de. I swear to god, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one this full.
It makes me laugh, which in turn makes her draw her brows together.
“What’s so funny?”
“This.” I point at the latex while tying a knot.
“Your cum?”
“The quantity,” I say.
I look around and find the nearest trashcan at the door, so I fling the condom across the room.
Except, it doesn’t land in the trash because I’m too drunk to throw a perfect score.
Instead, the door opens. It’s my brother, Adrian … and the condom lands right on his chest.
Oh, shit.
Chapter 24
Chris
The condom slides down his chest and onto the floor as I stare at him with wide eyes and a gaping hole for a mouth.
“Adrian?!” I yell.
“Chris?” Adrian says. “Emily? Oh, Jesus.” His face turns completely red, and when his eyes drift down to the floor, he turns completely white. “Fuck. Nasty.”
Emily squeals when she sees him, immediately grabbing a piece of clothing, which barely covers her up. “What the—”
“Oh shit,” I mutter.
“Shit indeed …” Adrian retorts. “Jesus, Chris, put some clothes on, will you?”
“Hey, this is my room, in case you forgot,” I say, picking up my underwear so I can quickly put it on. “What are you doing here anyway?” I say, slipping on my pants, too.
“Just when I think of visiting my little brother after one of his races, this happens.” He spins on his heels. “I’ll just go now. Leave you to … whatever it is that you were doing.”
“Wait, I can explain,” I say, but he’s already walked out of the door.
“Fuck!” I throw the shirt I just picked up back onto the floor with full force. “Goddammit. Why did he have to come in now?”
“Oh, my god …” Emily murmurs. “Adrian …” She looks up at me. “He saw us, Chris. He saw us. Together. Naked. He’s our brother!”
I growl, “Yeah, I know, but what do you want me to do about it?”
“Go after him!” She gets up from the couch and grabs her panties.
“And tell him what?” I frown. “That we just had sex and it’s no big deal? Or did you forget the part where you told me that you didn’t want anyone to know? Where you were ashamed to even be near me because they might find out about us.” I shrug as she puts on her panties. “Now he knows.”
“Well, we have to do something.” She bites her lip. “And Jesus, you just flung that condom at his face!”
“I didn’t know he was going to be there! I was aiming for the trash,” I say.
“We have to fix this. Fast,” she says.
“I’ll talk with him later.” I sigh and rub the back of my head. Jesus, how the fuck am I supposed to talk my way out of this one? I might say it, but I have no clue what the fuck to do at this point. Adrian knows. He saw her naked, he saw me naked, and he felt the condom smack against his chest. We practically shoved the facts in his face, and then did a little victory dance.
Anger boils up inside me, and I kick the lockers. “Goddammit! Why did he have to come here, now, out of all the times he could’ve been here?”
“I wonder what he’s thinking … what he thinks of us,” she says. “I can’t believe this. This is so damn embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing?” With a look of fury, I gaze up at her. “You think it’s embarrassing to be naked with me?”
“In front of my brother, yeah. Actually, yeah, I am embarrassed about all of this.” She shakes her head. “I can’t believe we did this.”
“What do you mean?”
Her cheeks redden again, and she puts her arms around her chest as if she’s suddenly trying to cover herself up.
“Hey, now, don’t do that.”
Her eyelids flutter as she turns her head down, sucking on her lip. Something tells me the little voice in her head just kicked in.
“Em …”
“Don’t.”
“Stop.” I reach for her chin and gently tip it up so she’ll look at me, but all I find are tears of regret. “Why are you still so mad?”
“You know exactly why,” she says.
I sigh, my shoulders hunching. “We just fucked. Can’t we just play nice, for one second?”
“Fucked? Play nice? See, this is my problem with you.”
“What? That I just gave you what you need?” I frown.
“What I need?” she scoffs. “Jesus Christ, you really are something.”
She pushes me aside and starts to pick up her clothes, putting them on quicker than I’ve ever seen a girl dress before, and that says a lot, because they’re usually out the door in no time.
“I wasn’t the only one who wanted that,” I say. “You and I both know it.”
“Sure,” she says.
I get up from the couch, my fingers already tightening into a fist. God, she pisses me off sometimes with her denial. “Don’t lie to me, Em.”
She turns around with that feisty look of hers, the one that I love to hate. “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t want to fuck. I don’t want to fuck around, I don’t want to do anything except be your PR lady, but you’re making it impossible for me.”
“No, you’re making it impossible for you. You’re too blinded by hatred to see what’s right in front of you.”
“And you’re drunk as fuck.”
That comment is like a stab to the heart. I know she’s right, but still, it hurts, because she’s the reason I’m drinking in the first place.
“And you know exactly why.”
“Sounds familiar,” she scoffs.
“Listen, I don’t know why you can’t just accept what we have, but—”
“No, you listen!” She pushes her finger into my chest. “I’m tired of being your toy. I won’t be your puppet so you can play with my strings until you’re bored and then hook up with the next best thing. I’m not going to make the same mistake.”
“Mistake … is that what you think this is?” My heart is pounding, and I swear to god, if she doesn’t stop, I’m going to do something I’ll definitely regret. I’ll turn this whole place upside down if she walks out on me like this. After what we just did. “Is that what you’ve always thought of us?”
“I don’t know what to think of this, Chris. That’s the point. I’m not me anymore. Not since I came here to be your PR lady. Not whenever I’m close to you.” She makes a face, but I can’t decipher what it means … it’s as if she doesn’t even know what she wants to say or do anymore.
“You’re toxic, Chris. And I don’t know why I can’t get that through my mind.”
“Because your heart wants my poison. You’re an addict, just as I am. You can deny it as long as you want, but you’ll never stop wanting me. I’ll make sure of that,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Chris … I can’t. I just can’t do this right now. This is one giant mess. Look at us. And Adrian … oh god, what if he tells Tricia? I don’t even want to know what happens now. I can’t have this on top of all the work I still have waiting for me at the office. It’s too much.” She takes a deep breath, gathers her things, and makes her way toward the door. “I have to go.”
“Wait! Don’t go like this,” I say, but she’s already gone.
For a moment, I contemplate following her, but then I realize she probably needs some time to cool off and process what just happened. I understand it’s hard to deal with. I am her stepbrother now, after all.
But still, I won’t let this rest. She might think this is the end of it, but this conversation, and our fling, is far from over. I intend to turn it into something much more than just a fling. Something worthwhile, something that lasts, and … something she won’t regret.
What we were meant to be before I ruined everything.
Chapter 25
Chris
Age 17
It’s over.
The moment I read her text, my alrea
dy broken heart feels daggered by the only girl I thought was the one for me.
Anger zaps through my body as I walk through the corridors of the school. I have only one thing on my mind, and it’s making me blind with seething hatred. I’m not even sure who I’m mad at; her, or her family, or mine. In their pursuit of happiness, they’ve ignored my needs and wishes and placed their own above mine. But I won’t take it any longer. I won’t let them walk all over us, our relationship, what we have. Or had. If it’s not too late.
I know exactly why she quit. One way or another, our parents were going to find out the truth about us. We couldn’t keep it hidden forever. And that’s the thing she’s most afraid of; what other people will think of us when they realize we’ve been together …
Our parents getting together was never part of the plan.
However, it was also never Emily’s plan to tell either of them about our love. She made me vow that I wouldn’t tell a soul. She’s too embarrassed, and she cares too much about her father’s happiness now that he’s with my mother. More than she cares about her own.
I’m about to break the promise I made her.
Fury bubbles to the surface, causing me to make fists as I stomp through the hallways to the principal’s office. Students gape at me and start to whisper, probably wondering whether I’m going to start a fight. Fuck yes, I am. I’m so fucking pissed off. I don’t give a shit about anyone else, and I can’t even think straight. I only have one thing on my mind, and that’s getting this shit out in the open.
Without knocking, I burst into his office … her father’s office.
He’s leaning over his desk, holding the mic, and gazes up from his papers when I storm in. The look on his face changes from confusion to straight-out pissed.
“Chris?” he mutters.
“I don’t care if you kick me out or send the cops after me. Hell, you can expel me for all I care. I just want to get one thing straight here,” I say, as I walk toward his desk. “You think you can go around telling Emily what she can do, but you’re ruining her life.”
