by Hamel, B. B.
“I thought you had to be at the sheriff’s?”
“Fuck the sheriff. Anything else?” I whispered as I began to rub her clit again.
“Just keep going.”
“That I can do.”
I was overwhelmed by her, by her sweet tight pussy and her incredible taste. I’d been thinking about taking her for days, thinking about fucking her right here in my office. I wanted to smell like her, to feel my cock slide deep between her, to make her back arch and her body stiffen as I fucked her deep.
I wanted to watch my thick cock slide into her, watch her face as she moaned with pleasure.
I slid back down her, standing at the edge of the desk.
“Don’t stop,” she pouted.
I grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the desk. I spread her, looking at her perfect pussy as I began to slide my fingers inside her.
“Oh shit, Easton,” she groaned. “That feels so fucking good.”
“I’ve been thinking about this since we first met,” I said. “I’ve been thinking about how I’d fuck this tight little pussy until you screamed my name.”
“Oh god. I’ve wanted you too.”
“I know you did. I could tell I got you wet every time I saw you.”
“Keep going,” she said.
I moved my hands and suddenly dipped my head forward, kissing her thighs. I breathed her smell deeply. “I want to taste you.”
“Easton,” she moaned.
I slowly reached her wet clit and began to softly tongue her, lapping at her juices, licking her clit so agonizingly slow at first. I wanted to drive her crazy, wanted to take her to the brink and slowly nudge her over. I wanted her to come in my mouth.
I began to lick her faster, sucking her clit and pressing my fingers deep inside her. She reached down and grabbed my hair, moaning with abandon as I worked her clit. I could feel her whole body tensing in waves as I fucked her tight pussy with my fingers and ate her clit.
“Fuck you taste good,” I said. “I love the taste of this pussy.”
“Easton,” she groaned. I could tell she loved it when I told her all of the dirty shit I thought about her.
I reached up with my free hand and felt her full breast. I kept working her like that, fucking her pussy, licking her clit, and feeling her breast. She was moaning my name over and over, which only made my cock rock fucking hard, practically begging to break out of my pants.
I wanted to fuck her then and there. I wanted to slam my dick hilt deep into her tight cunt, but I wanted to make her come first. I wanted to make her mine, and the best way was by getting her body off.
And I could tell she was close.
“Shit,” she groaned. “Keep it there.”
I kept moving my tongue around her clit, my fingers pressed deep inside her.
“Oh my god,” she said. “Stop, stop. I’m going to come.”
“Good,” I said, moving harder.
“Oh fuck. No, fuck me. Fuck me now.”
I loved that she was begging.
“You’re coming for me first.”
“Oh my god, Easton. I want to feel you fucking me,” she said.
I kept working her despite her wishes. I wanted to slide myself deep inside her as much as she was begging for it, but I was going to get what I wanted first.
I wanted to taste her. I wanted to hear her come, make her body go tense. Then she’d swallow my cock until I felt like fucking her tight cunt, over and over.
Her hands tightened on my hair. “Oh my god I’m so close,” she gasped.
I worked her faster, tongue rolling around her clit, my mouth sucking and teeth moving along her skin, my fingers deep inside her.
“Oh shit,” she groaned. “Oh shit, Easton,” she said as the orgasm came over her.
I loved the fucking moans she made as her whole body stiffened. I loved the way she said my name, over and over, low and deep, as I worked her pussy way over the brink.
I loved how her body was mine, mine, mine to do with whatever I wanted. She was in my hands and I had the power to make her come, to beg my name.
Slowly, the orgasm subsided. I slowed my pace down, fingers slipping from inside her, tongue moving up her thighs, kissing her skin.
She looked down at me as I grinned at her. “Wow,” was all she said.
Her face was flushed, and I don’t think she’d ever looked so fucking perfect.
“You taste like roses,” I said.
Somehow she managed to blush even more. “Shut up.”
“Come here.”
I pulled her up toward me and kissed her. I thought she might shy away from her taste, but she didn’t seem to mind, kissing me back deeply and passionately.
There was still fire left in her, I could tell. Maybe she’d gotten off once, but the way she began to fumble with my belt meant that she wanted more.
As she slipped my pants down around my ankles and reached down into my boxer briefs, I knew she was going to find plenty.
Her hands wrapped around my cock as she pulled it out, slowly sliding up and down.
“Is that what you want inside you?” I whispered in her ear.
“I’m not even sure it could,” she said back, biting her lip.
“You can take it. I’ll make sure you can.”
She slid down off the desk, moving me back a step. Her hands slowly moved up my length, using the pre-cum to slide smoothly.
“How will you do that?” she asked.
“First, I’ll make sure that pussy is soaked beyond soaking. You’ll be wetter than you ever thought possible.”
“Okay. That’s done.”
“Next, I’ll spread your legs wide, make sure you’re ready for me.”
“And then?”
“And then I’ll press the tip of my cock against you and slowly slide myself deep inside until you’ve taken every inch.”
She dropped to her knees, biting her lip. “And then?”
“Then I’ll slowly slide myself back and forth, grinding my hips against yours.”
She opened her mouth and took the tip of my cock between her lips.
I was practically ready to blow right there. I’d never been so fucking hard in my life, never wanted someone’s fucking tongue along the tip of my dick so much. I wanted her to swallow every fucking inch.
She began to suck me, working the tip with her tongue, sliding it in and out. I groaned and grabbed the back of her head, not able to wait anymore. I pressed her forward, pushing my cock into her mouth and throat, and she instantly responded by sucking me harder and faster.
I’d never seen someone so hungry for cock before, but Laney sucked me like a pro. Her hand worked the spit from her lips along my shaft as her tongue worked my tip, sucking me fast and hard.
She pulled me out and began to work my fucking sack as she jerked off my cock like an expert.
“Fuck, girl,” I groaned. “You suck cock like you were born to do it.”
She moved back to my tip, sucking me and sliding it deep into her mouth and throat. I began to fuck her face then, sliding my cock in and out.
I could feel the fucking desire run like hot fire through my balls. I was aching to burst. I wanted her to swallow my cum, to take every drop, and she was sucking my cock like she expected it. Her long hair swayed as her head bobbed back and forth, her mouth working my cock.
She wasn’t shy, that was for sure. I’d never expected it from her, but she was a fucking pro. Pure pleasure fire was rolling through my veins. After seeing that tight pussy up close and tasting her cunt, I was ready to go.
But you added in her incredible cock-sucking skills and I could barely hold back.
“Suck that cock, girl,” I groaned. “Suck out every drop. You want me to come right into your throat?”
She looked me right in the eye. “I want to swallow every drop of you.”
“Fuck,” I said, pressing her mouth back down on my cock. She sucked me hard and fast, working her hand.
Sh
e pulled back, taking a deep breath and jerking me off. “Come on, Easton,” she said. “Come in my mouth.” She looked me right in the eye. “Come for me, Easton. I want your cum.”
That fucking did it.
I pressed her back down and she went to work wildly.
I stood back as I felt the orgasm begin to build in the base of my cock.
She worked me, sucking and jerking.
“Keep going,” I said. “Keep sucking that cock. I’m going to come deep down your throat.”
She began to moan as she sucked me and I couldn’t stand it.
The orgasm burst through me. She took every drop of my hot cum, swallowing it like it was nothing. I couldn’t believe how greedy and incredible she was, working my cock like that.
Finally, slowly, the orgasm subsided, and she sucked off every last drop. She even cleaned me off with her tongue, smiling the whole time.
I pulled her to her feet. “You’re fucking incredible,” I said, kissing her.
And just as I felt my cock begin to stir again, the buzzer rang.
She looked at me and giggled. “Client is here.”
“Fuck the client,” I said.
“Come on, we need work.”
“Fuck,” I grunted. “Fine.”
“Better clean up.”
She grabbed her panties and slipped them on.
“You stall them.” I grabbed my shit and went into the bathroom.
My heart was pounding as I pissed and dressed.
I couldn’t believe her. Laney, my fucking stepsister, sucking my cock like it was the only thing in the world she wanted.
I put myself together and took a deep breath.
I walked back out into the main office.
“How can I help you today?” I said.
Chapter Thirteen: Laney
Easton parked the car in some shadows and cut the engine.
“Normally,” he said, “we don’t go out this quickly after getting a case.”
“Why?” I asked.
“You need time to plan, to research. But Mrs. Smith said her cheating husband would likely be here today, so we have to follow it up.”
“Think that’s her real name?”
He grinned at me. “I don’t ask that sort of question.”
My body was still buzzing from hours earlier. Easton had come at me like a hurricane, his body pressed against mine. I could still feel the deep daggers of pleasure winding their way through my spine and taste him in my mouth. He was intense, strong, and so attractive that it almost made it hard to sit next to him without throwing myself across the seats.
As soon as Mrs. Smith had shown up, he was all business. It was almost like he hadn’t been eating my pussy out just a few minutes earlier and I hadn’t had his thick cock in my mouth. But the sly glance he gave me as we descended the elevator told me that it was as much on his mind as it was on mine.
At the time, any thoughts about him being my stepbrother were totally buried in the overwhelming desire I’d felt for him. I knew we weren’t really related or anything, but a relationship between the two of us would be a huge scandal. In a small town like Mishawaka, anything out of the ordinary was news.
And letting your handsome, dark stepbrother get you off on his desk was one of those things.
In retrospect, I couldn’t believe Mrs. Smith hadn’t said anything about the mess. We had just cleared off the desk, throwing papers and pens onto the floor, but she made no comment. It was almost as if none of it existed.
That made sense. In a private detective’s world, there were secrets within secrets and things you simply didn’t talk about.
“Where is he?” Easton mumbled to himself.
We had been sitting in the car, parked outside a hotel, for the last two hours. The sun was beginning to get low in the sky, casting long shadows across the lot. Easton had moved the car a few times, just to make sure we didn’t look suspicious.
He pulled out the picture Mrs. Smith had given us and looked at it again.
“Busy,” I said. “Cheaters aren’t exactly punctual.”
“That’s the thing. They usually are.”
“Doesn’t seem like a cheater would much care if he was a few minutes late.”
“Actually, they do. When you’re cheating, you’re hyper focused on not breaking any rules, almost to the point where it’s suspicious.”
I nodded my head. That made sense. Sometimes following the rules too closely could look almost as weird as breaking them.
I looked down at my lap, at the thick file folder resting there, and opened the cover again. Easton had agreed to let me page through it while we waited, although I had resisted getting too deep into it. I felt strange reading about his life right next to him, especially about such a difficult thing.
“You know,” I said after some time, “you never did explain to me why Seed screwed up on that body you found.”
He shrugged. “You never got a chance to ask.”
“But you have a theory?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Let’s hear it.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re the budding detective; you can figure it out.”
“Come on, Easton. You had months to get into this guy’s head. I can’t do it in a few minutes.”
“Maybe not,” he said, “but what’s the fun in me just telling you?”
I sighed. “Don’t be a jerk.”
“How about this: You can ask me one question and I will answer it honestly, but in exchange, you have to take off an article of clothing.”
I raised an eyebrow, my heart suddenly beating fast in my chest. He had spoken in such a matter-of-fact way, almost like he were describing a crime scene to me. But he was suggesting that I got naked in exchange for information, right there in the car while we were out on a job.
“You’ll answer honestly? One question for one piece of clothing?”
He nodded. “That’s the deal.”
I bit my lower lip. “What if someone comes by?”
He shrugged, looking around. “That’s not happening anytime soon.”
I nodded. “Okay. Fine.”
The smirk that played on his lips drove me absolutely crazy. “Clothes first.”
I could feel myself get absolutely wet as I slowly slid my shirt up off my head and tossed it into the backseat. Fortunately, I was wearing a tank top underneath.
“Why did Seed mess up his early crime?”
His eyes looked at my body in an intense and hungry way. I could see what he was thinking: He wanted my body, wanted to fuck me. That was exactly what I wanted him to think about.
“That body was very, very old. I think Seed was around twenty when he killed for the first time. It was probably just a mistake.”
I frowned. “That’s not exactly a great answer.”
“Okay. I also think he wanted to get caught one day. Imagine you’re a twenty-year-old kid with an urge to kill, but you still haven’t embraced it yet.” He paused, scanning the area, and then continued.
“You’re smart enough to get away with it and you’re motivated, but you’ve never done it before. You’re conflicted. I think Seed wanted to get caught one day, wanted to be punished. After the excitement of his first kill, and the ones that followed, I’m betting he forgot all about his early mistake.”
That made sense to me, and it fit his profile. At least from what I could tell. “What did your partner think?” I asked.
He grinned at me. “Clothes first.”
“Fine.” I unzipped my skirt and wiggled out of it, letting it drop onto the ground in front of me.
Easton’s eyes roamed up and down my body, looking at my long legs. I could feel my pussy was soaking through, and the cool air in the car only made me more excited. I switched on the heat to a low setting.
“Martin was old school,” he said. “Truthfully, he didn’t much care why Seed had messed up. His mind only worked with facts and theories that directly impacted the case, and anything els
e was cast aside.”
“Really? That’s such a lame answer. Give me something else.”
“It isn’t my fault you’re choosing bad questions.”
“Do you want me to take off more clothes?” I asked him.
He paused for a second, a grin playing up his face. “Yes.”
“Give me something more then.”
“Not happening. Those are the rules.”
I gave him a look and then quickly pulled my tank top off. I was wearing a black bra that barely fit anymore, and my tits were pressed up tight against it. I tossed the tank top into the backseat.
“What was your partner like?” I asked him.
His eyes roamed my body again, staring with a hungry intensity at my breasts. I could feel the excitement pulsing through my body, and I knew that it was becoming less about our little question and answer game and more about wanting him to make me feel what I’d felt earlier again.
“He was intense,” Easton said. “Serious and single-minded. He hated killers more than anyone else I knew, I think because his cousin had been murdered when they were kids. He was absolutely and blindly driven.” He paused, glancing around the area again. “He was a good man. A family man.”
I reached back and quickly unhooked my bra. I slipped it off and tossed it into the back. “Why did you go in that day without waiting for backup? It doesn’t seem like you.”
His face clouded for a moment. “It wasn’t me.”
“What?”
He moved closed to me, and I felt my heart flutter with excitement. “I can’t answer you anymore.”
“I’m naked for you.”
He was so close, his lips against my ear. “I know.”
“I think I’m entitled to my answer.”
“Sorry, sis.” His hands cupped my breasts, and I took a sharp breath. “You’re only entitled to one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“My fat cock between your legs.”
“What if I’d rather have the answers?”
His hand roamed down my body and slipped between my legs. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I know you’re soaked again. I know you’ve been thinking about sliding along my cock all day long.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. All of the pressure had built up inside me over the past two weeks. Since the first moment I’d seen him, I’d known what I wanted. True, he was a cocky asshole, but he had every reason to be.
