Shackled: A Stepbrother Romance Novel

by Arabella Abbing

  When he tossed me on his bed, he quickly crawled over my body and growled, “You’re such a little cock tease.”

  “You love it,” I whispered while he sat back on his heels and eyed me like I was his prey.

  “I love you.”

  Cue my rapidly beating heart skipping a beat. I wanted to say it back to him, but he didn’t give me a chance. He covered my body with his and pressed our lips together, cutting off the words.

  My body was entirely distracted by the kiss, but my heart was otherwise occupied. I wove my fingers into his hair and pulled him away.

  He looked down at me with confusion that didn’t clear until I whispered, “I love you.”

  Jonathan’s entire face lit up as he smiled, but even though this was kind of a sappy moment, lust was still winning out over romance. Still, his tender smile stayed in place as he pulled off the rest of my clothes, not stopping until he had me completely naked, and then backed away to get a better look at me.

  My instincts told me to cover myself, but after everything we did at the cabin, it felt a little stupid to give in to my shyness now. So I held my breath and waited, shivering as he ran his fingertips down my navel as he reverently whispered, “Beautiful.”

  For a few tortuously long minutes, he simply traced my body with his fingers and watched my reaction to his touch. He pointedly ignored all the spots I was desperate for attention, which somehow only served to make me even more ready for him.

  “Condom?” I quietly asked, breaking him out of his reverie.

  His eyes met mine and he nodded, sliding off the bed and walking over to dig in the grocery bag that was sitting on the dresser. He pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants, quickly sheathing himself before coming back to the bed and settling between my open legs.

  “You ready for me?” he asked with a grin, sliding a single finger across my slit and hissing at the contact. “Oh, you’re very ready.”

  “Yes, please,” I gasped, shuddering when he gently swept across my clitoris.

  “Does my girl need something inside of her?”

  My girl. Jesus, just the possessiveness in his tone was enough to make my toes curls. Not trusting my voice, I simply nodded. He drew his lower lip between his teeth before sliding his index finger inside me, making me whimper.

  “Is this not enough for you?” he asked as he began to slowly thrust it in and out, adding a second digit after a few strokes. “You’re going to have to tell me if you need something bigger to fill you up, baby.”

  His thumb was arched to press down on my clit with every thrust back in and while it felt ridiculously good, it wasn’t quite enough to take me to the edge. Of course, I wasn’t stupid enough to think that he didn’t know that. He was doing this on purpose just to hear me beg for it.

  “W-Who’s the tease now?” I panted as I rolled my hips in a vain attempt to get more friction.

  “I like watching you squirm,” he said with a chuckle before he slowed his fingers and removed his thumb from his ministrations.

  With his free hand, he guided the head of his cock to rub against my sensitive nub. Even though the bedroom was only lit by a small lamp in the corner, I could still see his pupils dilate as he asked, “You like this?”

  “Yesss,” I moaned.

  “You like my cock stretching you?”

  “Oh my god, yes. Please!”

  “Tell me you want it.”

  I nearly growled in frustration as he began to rock his hips, still moving his fingers inside me as his cock slid up and down my folds. I no longer cared about my pride—I needed him inside me.

  Besides, I figured I could always make him beg for it later to even up the score.

  “Jonathan, please. Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. God, I love your cock. I love you so—Yes!”

  The moment the word ‘love’ came tumbling out of my mouth, his fingers were removed and replaced by the head of his cock. He slammed into me immediately, his jaw clenching as his pelvis rested flush against mine while he gave me a brief moment to adjust to his size.

  His throat was bobbing as he tried to maintain control, waiting until I gave him permission to continue. I raised my hands to grip the headboard while I began to flex my hips, moving myself against him.

  Jonathan let out a low hum of approval before he pulled his cock out and slowly sank back in. I let my head fall back and enjoyed the sensation of feeling every inch of his cock as it slid in and out of me, knowing that this gentle start wasn’t going to last long.

  Only a few minutes later, Jonathan shifted me a little further up the bed and sat up on his knees, gripping my ass in both hands and tilting me up so he could get a better angle as he began to drive into my body in earnest. He grunted with every thrust and I was vaguely aware of my own voice crying out from the pleasure, slamming my eyes shut as my orgasm rapidly approached.

  When I came, it was with his name on my lips, and he let go of my ass to lean over and silence my screams with his mouth. His hips stopped moving entirely as we kissed and somewhere in the back of mind, I realized that he wasn’t going to let himself go until he had my body shuddering beneath him again.

  “I love hearing you come for me,” he whispered after he finally broke the kiss. “You make the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard.”

  I was too blissed out to think of a quick response, but he didn’t seem to care. He moved his lips to my neck and kissed me as he began to roll his hips again, the slow drag of his cock making me moan. Every calculated movement of his pelvis was giving delicious friction to my clitoris and soon, I found myself on the edge again.

  But for a reason I couldn’t understand, he wouldn’t give me that last bit I needed. I groaned and locked a leg around his hips, trying to use my weight as momentum to flip us over and land me on top. My intentions were cut short as he bore his weight down and reached above my head to clasp both of my wrists in his strong grip.

  “Not this time, angel,” he panted as he continued his slow pace.

  “Why?” I whined.

  “Cause I want to drive deep into you when I come.”

  That was when I realized it—this was the first time we’d actually had sex with a condom and would be the first time he finished while inside me. The slowness of his movements was simply him wanting to stretch this out for as long as possible.

  I wonder what he’d be like if I let him come in me without a condom.

  The thought gave me chills. Maybe one day we’d get to that point and until then, I could be satisfied just imagining it. Imagining how feral he’d look as he fucked me, the noises he would make when he released, the way his cum would feel shooting into me.

  Jonathan groaned loudly as my walls clamped down on him and the noise snapped me out of my fantasy. His face was beaded with sweat as he pumped harder, his desire to prolong this faltering under the strengthening need to climax.

  “More, more, more,” I encouraged, feeling my second orgasm looming just out of reach.

  “Yeah,” he grunted in agreement, propping himself up on the arm that he wasn’t using to pin my wrists down with. “Anything you want.”

  “Faster,” I begged on an exhale, closing my eyes and just waiting for those white-hot bursts of pleasure to come rippling through me. So close…

  “Open your eyes. Look at me while I make you come,” he commanded.

  His tone left no room for argument and I obeyed without question. My eyes were wide as I fought to keep them open, his intense gaze making it easier to stay focused. I swore I could feel his cock swelling even bigger in me as he got closer to the edge, but I wasn’t sure whether I was imagining it or not.

  “Don’t come,” he warned when he felt my walls beginning to flutter around him for the second time. He hissed and began to wildly drive forward, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Wait.”

  I cried out in protest, still fighting to keep my eyes open while simultaneously trying to rein in my orgasm. The seconds felt like minutes as he fucked me harder
and harder until he finally let out a strangled groan and choked out, “Now. Come now.”

  I obeyed instantly. My entire body shook and writhed, but there was nowhere I could go to escape the waves of bliss as they shot through my veins. Jonathan had me firmly pinned in place, trapped beneath his strong body. A mere second after the initial burst of pleasure, he abruptly stilled and tilted his head back to let out an animalistic roar as he came.

  I wasn’t sure if it was my walls still fluttering around him or if I could actually feel his cock throbbing as he climaxed, but either way, it was hot as hell. I shuddered once again as I imagined how it would feel without the barrier between us.

  Jonathan pulled out and swiftly disposed of the condom before returning to bed and covering me with the thick comforter. After placing a quick kiss to my lips, he pulled on his boxers and headed for the door.

  I clutched the blanket to my chest and sat up as I nervously asked, “Where are you going?”

  He stopped and smiled. “Making sure the house is locked up. I’ll be right back.”

  Right. Because this was our house now. No more parents to lock up the doors and windows and make sure we were safe before bed.

  Now I had Jonathan to keep me safe. The thought made me smile and I laid back down, pulling a corner of the comforter to the side for him to slide beneath when he got back.

  When he finally returned, he shoved the boxers back to the floor and slid into bed, offering me a sip of water which I happily accepted. His palm curled protectively around the back of my neck as I lifted my head for the glass and our eyes met while I swallowed the drink, something about the simple gesture and the weight of his gaze telling me that he really would keep me safe.

  “Thank you,” I said as he pulled the glass away.

  “I feel like I should be thanking you, angel.”

  “What for?”

  “For making this the best Christmas I’ve ever had. I think it might be my new favorite holiday.”

  I laughed. “What about Halloween?”

  “I do love Halloween,” he said thoughtfully, then broke out into a grin. “I’m going to buy you so many sexy costumes.”

  “Am I going to be wearing these costumes in public?”

  He growled and it was really all the answer I needed. But he still jerked me against his chest and darkly said, “You better not.”

  “Just for you, then. I promise,” I assured him, ending my sentence by craning my neck to place a sweet kiss on his lips.

  Of course, he gripped my neck and turned my sweet kiss into something so passionate that the arousal I thought was sated skyrocketed right back up to full blast. When I twisted my body to press myself fully in his embrace, I felt the evidence of his own lust pressing against my stomach.

  When we broke apart, he whispered, “Sexy costumes or not, I still think Christmas is going to be my favorite from now on.”

  “It’s my favorite. Always has been.”

  “I know, angel.”

  I smirked as I pushed at his shoulder and rolled him onto his back, quickly straddling his waist once he was in the position I wanted him in.

  “Let’s make sure that this is your favorite holiday from now on.”

  He folded his hands behind his head and glanced down at his cock as it twitched against his abs. With a wild grin, he looked up at me and said, “Ready when you are.”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Jonathan

  One Year Later…

  * * *

  Ah, Christmas. My favorite day of the year.

  Outside, the ground was blanketed with snow and it looked like a winter wonderland. Inside, the entire house smelled like turkey and I could vaguely hear Christmas music playing from the television in the living room, but it was too muffled by the door to make out which song it was.

  Not that I gave a shit which song it was.

  I clenched my teeth together to stifle a groan and tangled my hand in Fiona’s hair to guide her back down.

  “Fuck. Do that again, baby.”

  She let out a noise that must have been a chuckle before her eyes came up to lock on mine as she slid her sweet lips further down my length and sucked hard. I swore I saw stars every time she did this, but this time, it might have been caused by the strands of flashing Christmas lights she had insisted on hanging up in our bedroom.

  I complained about it at first, but quickly changed my tune when Fiona pointed out that they would make great sex lighting. As soon as I realized she was right, I went out and bought her an entire basket full of more colorful strands to string around the house, making sure to note that she should hang them in any room she wanted me to fuck her in.

  Which turned out to be all of them, save for the bathroom. ‘For safety purposes,’ she had assured me before sweetly asking to join her for a shower.

  That had been a really good day.

  Not as good as this one, though. Fiona was all decked out in holiday gear—a Santa mini dress and those fucking knee socks she got last year—and had insisted on giving me the oral part of her present this morning, before our parents came over for Christmas dinner-lunch. She had playfully shoved me against the door and dropped to her knees, which was all it took to get me to stand at attention.

  Her eyes stayed locked with mine as she bobbed her head up and down, making an encouraging sound when I allowed my hips to gently thrust forward into her mouth.

  As the heat built at the base of my spine, I couldn’t continue to control myself. One look at her eyes told me she was just waiting for me to snap, and that only made my reaction more severe. I gripped her hair and pulled her back, holding her chin with my other hand as I roughly fucked her mouth.

  It was too much. The noises she made, the way she looked up at me, begging with her eyes to give her what she wanted—fuck.

  “Fiona,” I gasped, my steady rhythm faltering. She moved quickly to pick up the slack, detangling my hand from her hair so she could deep-throat my cock. “Oh FUCK!”

  The world went white as I roared my release, and I relaxed back against the door when my muscles went slack as the ripples of pleasure slowly faded. She waited until my cock stopped leaking before pulling off, tightening her lips near the head just enough to make me shudder.

  After she popped off with an obscene noise, she grinned up at me, entirely too proud of herself for my liking.

  “Come here, girl,” I said, beckoning her to stand with my fingers as I mentally willed the feeling to return to my legs.

  Fiona stood, but when I reached out for her, she bit her lip and took two steps back. I tilted my head to the side and raised an eyebrow, wondering what game she was playing.

  “I want my gift,” she said as she backed to the bed and plopped on the side, spreading her knees and giving me a good view of the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties beneath her sexy little Santa dress.

  “Fucking hell, are you trying to kill me?”

  She frowned. “No dying. Not until I get my gift.”

  “Oh, I’ll give you a gift,” I lowly said as I pushed myself away from the door and moved towards her. “But not the kind you’re thinking of.”

  “The only gift I need looks like it’s about ready for me,” she playfully said, raising an eyebrow at my half-hard dick. “Or can you not go for two rounds anymore?”

  “Don’t mock me, woman,” I growled in warning, bracing my arms on either side of her and leaning over to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. As I did it, I gently ground my lower body against hers, smiling at her soft moan. “But this gift will have to wait.”

  She whimpered in protest when I pulled away. “But why?”

  I chuckled as I pulled my jeans and boxers back up and zipped the fly. “Because you’re getting a real gift first.”

  That put a damper on her mood. She sat up and fixed me with an angry look as she stalked over to me, shaking her head in denial.

  “We had an agreement. You said it yourself—money is tight and we need to—”

>   “Shhh,” I quieted her with a single finger over her lips. “I know what I said.”

  I also knew that Fiona didn’t know that I had been taking out a small amount of every single paycheck I got since last Christmas and putting it into a savings account specifically for this present. I hadn’t been holding enough to make things difficult for us—we got by just fine—but we had been in agreement for a few months not to buy each other silly things we didn’t need and add the extra strain to our budget.

  But this wasn’t a silly thing and as far as I was concerned, it definitely fell into the category of a need.

  “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

  She pouted as I left the room and headed down to the garage. I rushed to my toolbox and quickly unlocked it, making a mental note to see if I could fix the fucking heating in here before next winter. When I found Fiona’s gift, I slammed the box shut and relocked it before rushing back into the house.

  At least the cold had completely killed my erection. This wasn’t something I envisioned doing with a raging hard-on.

  I took off in a jog back to the bedroom, but stopped abruptly when I saw Fiona standing in the living room with a hip popped out and her arms folded over her chest as she glared at me.

  She’s definitely pissed. Wonderful.

  “Baby, listen—”

  “No, you listen,” she cut in, pointing a finger at me. “You and I made a promise not to keep secrets and we also promised not to buy each other presents this year. Do you have any idea how it feels to hear that you went back on that while I have nothing to give you in return? I feel like a shitty girlfriend, Jonathan! It’s not—Is that what I think it is?”

  Her eyes had shifted to the box in my hand and I lifted it up so she could see it better, watching as her eyes widened. I grinned and shrugged, “I don’t know. What do you think it is?”

  Her mouth opened and closed numerous times and her hand dropped, all the anger draining out of her expression and instead replaced with shock. I hesitantly stepped closer and closer until I was directly in front of her, cupping her chin and dragging it upwards until her eyes were locked with mine instead of the box.