Stepbrother Anonymous

by Aria Cole

  “Like hell it doesn't, precious. I’ve never been with a woman like we were last night. You're another level, and I’m not a man who walks away from something so perfect sitting right in his lap.”

  He hoisted me against him then, hauling me into the shower and smothering my lips in a kiss. He flipped on the water with one hand, the other bending me over and then covering my palms with his own against the cool tile.

  “Spread your thighs.” His voice rumbled through my veins. He pushed my legs apart with his knees, his heavy palms sliding down my torso and rippling through my bloodstream. “Keep that pussy open for me, gorgeous.”

  His palm landed one swift crack between my thighs, his hand gone as quickly as it’d come, leaving a sting that charged through every nerve. My pussy dripped, my clit on fire with need for another orgasm. He landed another fast smack, then two more in quick succession before he was cupping me, swirling the rough pads of his fingers at my clit.

  “So desperate for me you’re burning up. This sweet cunt is so hot for me.” One long finger slid deep inside, my body convulsing in waves, my vision blinded. “Where do you want my cock, pretty girl?”

  “Inside me.” I rasped. “I want you deep inside me.”

  “I was thinking…” His thumb slipped between my ass cheeks, pressing at the tight bud. “…here.”

  He spread the mixture of water and arousal around my ass, pressing the tip of his finger in slowly, working the muscle loose and making me groan and sigh in equal parts pleasure and pain.

  “You like it when I’m a little dirty. I can feel how hot my finger up your tight ass makes you. You gush, baby. Your pussy drips that sweet juice for me. You begged for me to slap that cunt of yours. You kept arching up to meet my hand. You want to be filthy with me, sweet girl. I want you to know that everything is okay with me. All your desires, all your fantasies. I want you to have all the pleasure known to man. I want you to come for me, I want to drink from you until I am drunk with desire. It’s all for you, baby.”

  I nodded, unable to form words. Feeling…I could only feel.

  “You want my fat cock to fill this tight little asshole of yours?” He worked his finger a little deeper, my sighs growing to frantic pants as an orgasm burned just at the edge, just out of reach…

  “Yes, oh my God, yes, I want more of you, Hudson.”

  “Fuck, that’s what I need to hear, baby.” He pulled his hand from my ass and pushed his fingers into my hair, turning my head to meet his lips for a hungry kiss. His dick nudged at my back entrance, the tip pushing at the edges, the only words running through my head: please, more, Hudson. “I want you so full you cream all over and then beg me for more, Sky. I want to mark you with my come. You would look so pretty covered in it. Your ass feels so good, baby. I love that you let me fuck you here. I want you to tell me how much you love this. I want you to be my dirty little girl.”

  Oh God, what would that piercing feel like buried in my ass? In the next instant, he was shoving into me, the fullness his cock created sending stars racing into my vision. He was buried inside me up to the tip, my fingers clutching at wet tile as a thousand pricks of delicious pain raced through me.

  Thank God he’d prepped me with his finger, so the pain was only enough to cause a bite, followed by a surprising surge of pleasure. With every thrust, the pain of his intrusion melted deeper into pleasure. Our lips still attached, his hand still fucking perfect figure eights around my pussy, my orgasm barreling to the finish line far too soon.

  “Let go, Sky. Give it all to me,” his husky voice whispered, sending sparks straight to my clit.

  I clamped down on my bottom lip, the hot water of the shower pelting my back and adding to all the sensations flooding my body. His hips worked against my ass, hand dancing across my flesh, lips planting kisses across my neck… I fell off the edge entirely.

  Every passionate moment we’d had before now combined into a raging inferno of feeling that tsunamied through me, spinning my insides and lighting fire to every raw nerve.

  “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His teeth caught my ear. “You just squirted all over my hand.”

  My heart hammered as the realization flooded me. That orgasm had been different than any other; that orgasm had felt like something was ripping me apart from the inside and bursting into a thousand fireworks in every direction.

  “That was incredible,” I finally gasped out.

  “You. Are. Incredible.” His thrusts sped up, his hands fisting at both of my hips as he fucked me deeper, harder, beyond the edge of reason.

  He was perfect…we were perfect.

  He read my body, teased the pleasure from me. I couldn’t get enough. And he couldn’t get enough of me.

  I’d never been so consumed, so hollowed out and filled up with another soul like I was when I was connected with him like his. Writhing together, we lost ourselves and then found each other again, new, whole, different, and so sated.

  His hands raked across my body, bruised my skin as we fucked. He drove on until I was close to losing control again, too far gone to care, too lost to want to be found. The spray of hot water beat down on both of us as another orgasm orchestrated by him quaked through me. My muscles went lax, my heart thudding a tattoo against my ribs. Hudson fucked me senseless, and it seemed like every fuck was the best fuck of my life with him.

  I watched rapt as his jaw went taut, his hands clutching at my ass as an orgasm tore through him. His face contorted with rabid pleasure, his lips suddenly sucking at my skin as he fucked the last remaining ounces of his release into my body.

  Slathered against him, water, sweat, sex, and semen swirling down the drain, I felt tears prick my eyelids as I realized this was it.

  I was lost.

  There would be no coming back from Hudson.

  Not ever again.

  He dragged out of me, scraping against every naked nerve and pulling another raw sigh from my lips. His palm worked back and forth at my wet pussy, swirling our mixed juices, before both of his hands trailed up my body, two fingers swirling inside my mouth.

  “Suck.” He ordered, and if it weren’t for his hand at my waist holding me to him, I would have fallen at his feet.

  I sucked slowly, savoring the flavor of him and I mixed together.

  “You’re so beautiful, Skylar.” He cupped my face, pressing his lips to mine and fucking me with his tongue, long and slow, making me weak all over again.

  There would be no coming back from this man.

  That was the moment Hudson ruined me.

  Five

  Hudson

  Skylar spent the rest of the day curled up in my arms as we alternated between fucking, eating, talking, and fucking all over again.

  Every hour that passed I learned more about her. And the longer we spent together, the more I found myself opening up to her in ways I never had with any other human.

  Skylar made some of my sharp edges soft.

  I couldn’t explain it, didn’t even give a shit about trying because I liked being with her so fucking much that nothing else mattered. If being buried inside her precious pussy made me the world’s biggest pussy, so be it. I didn’t live for the regrettable moments; I lived for the unforgettable ones, and Skylar had fast become a woman I couldn’t see past.

  My vision was blinded by her, and just the thought of going back to my real life felt like a sham because there was no real life without her in it.

  I’d even found myself taking in her small, cozy home and imagining my stuff here, waking up to her in the mornings and putting her to bed at night in my arms.

  I could see it, and I wanted it.

  Moving my custom paint business up north wouldn't be such a big deal. I had clients traveling for hundreds of miles to bring me their bikes as it was. A few hours north wouldn’t stop them.

  By the time I realized I had somewhere to be tonight, I was already buried deep inside her, coaxing a third orgasm from her body when my eyes landed
on the digital clock by her bed.

  Fuck.

  The wedding.

  I’d have to leave her tonight, at least for a few hours.

  Christ, I wished I could bail on that whole shitshow.

  When soft mewls fell from Skylar’s lips, I knew I’d done my job, the soft fluttering of her sweet cunt around my fingers driving me a little madder for her. “I could stay buried in your pussy all day and never come up for air.”

  I cupped her cheek, planting a soft kiss on the seam of her lips. She sighed, rocking against me, her hands working through my hair as she lay underneath me.

  “I hate to say it, precious, but I’ve got to be somewhere for a few hours tonight. Whole reason I came up here, but then I found you and got a little distracted.”

  She smiled, stretching and arching, her pert little nipples pebbling in the warm sunlight. “I’ve got a thing too. I wish I could get out of it.”

  I plucked at her nipple with my fingertips, enjoying the soft squeal that escaped past her lips. “So, meet back here later?”

  Her smile widened, one finger reaching out to trace the swell of my lips. “Until later, Hudson.”

  A groan rumbled from my chest as I rolled on top of her, fusing our lips and wishing like hell I’d never have to leave her again.

  “But first I need to fuck you with my tongue.” I nudged her legs apart with my knees. “Coat my face in your juices so every man in a five-foot radius can smell your gorgeous cunt on me tonight.”

  * * *

  I tapped my thumb on the edge of the linen-covered table, anxious as hell to get out of this place, ditch the aunts and uncles that were constantly complaining they didn’t see me enough, and head right back to Sky’s place. I couldn’t keep my mind off her, images of last night rolling through my brain like a newsreel. Shaking my soon-to-be new stepfather’s hand while remembering the silky skin between her thighs, making conversation with my mother as she fussed over where I'd been last night, I couldn't handle any of it. Everything was so damn mundane compared to the feelings I had when Skylar and I were together. I’d already decided I was ditching this rehearsal party early. Mom and Mark didn’t even need a goddamn rehearsal; they’d both been there, done that. Several times.

  Talk about dysfunction, I didn’t even know why I was sitting here at the moment when I could be chasing something that really fucking mattered, could lead somewhere truly special. Suddenly feeling antsy, I rose from my chair, taking long strides to the bar to order another whiskey. The moments spent without Sky took too damn long as far as I was concerned. I hoped the booze would help speed time.

  I tossed a few dollars’ tip into the jar, taking a slow sip when my eyes landed on an auburn-haired beauty across the room. The soft, slinky dress she wore left little to the imagination, and I could see all the sexy contours that woman possessed.

  I launched across the room on determined strides, my cock already searing the back of my zipper as my eyes roamed up and down her form. She was just approaching what I assumed was her chair when I reached her.

  “Didn’t expect later to come so soon,” I cooed at her ear, hooking her elbow with mine and hauling her against me.

  “Hudson.” Her hands pressed against the solid wall of my chest. “What are you doing?”

  “I need a minute.” My eyes slammed into hers, pulling her a little tighter against me so she could feel just what being with her did to me. It was an instant reaction, our bodies in tune. Even from across the room, I’d been drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

  “Okay,” she said breathily, eyes still focused on mine.

  I threaded our fingers together and led her out of the crowded room and down a long corridor. I shoved through the first exit door we came across, crisp air hitting our faces and, in my case, fueling the lust. “What the hell are you wearing?”

  “What are you talking about?” She cocked her head to the side and inched away from me.

  “This?” I plucked at the thin spaghetti strap, barely holding in the heavy weight of her tits. My tits. Mine. “I can see every dip and curve of your body.”

  “It’s the only thing that fit,” she replied, crossing her arms, her tits pressing together and bursting out of what was otherwise a modest neckline.

  “Christ, you were put on this earth to kill me, weren’t you?” I shrugged out of my coat, putting it over her shoulders and leading her a few steps around the corner of the building so we were completely out of sight of the parking lot. “I would have taken you shopping today. All you had to do was say something.”

  “Well, I was a little preoccupied. What are you doing here?”

  “I was thinking about you all warm and cozy in your bed until I looked across the room and saw you—and not only saw you, but saw you wearing this.” I leaned in, my breath washing across her neck. “What, do you want every man in that room to know what you look like naked?” Her nipples puckered under the silky fabric. “Mmm.” I plucked at the little nub, enjoying the shudder I elicited. “You do. You’re a kinky little thing, aren’t you?”

  My hands slipped down her body, pulling up the silky fabric before my fingertips met heaven.

  “I can’t stop replaying last night. The memory of being lost inside you is haunting me.”

  Her hands clutched at my shoulder blades. “Oh God, me too.”

  “I can’t fucking think straight when you’re in the room, and hell if I want to, Sky.” My lips attached to hers, fingers fumbling at the zipper on my pants before her little hand was fisted around my cock, her thumb working over the pierced ridge and sending bullets of arousal through my veins. In the next instant, she was guiding me into her hot body. I cradled her against the wall, her heels digging into my ass as I slammed into her so hard my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. Everything about the way we connected was intense and all-consuming.

  “Oh, Hudson,” she whispered against my neck. “God…”

  My hand tightened at her waist, my hips hitting a new position and sending her shuddering and shattering around me. “Fuck, love the feel of you milking my cock, precious. Can’t even think straight around you.”

  Watching those ragged little pants wash over her lips, feeling the way her nails dug into my skin and left marks, the pleasure and pain sensation pounded through me. It battered my body until I was emptying every ounce of passion I had in me into her, long and hard. I wanted us fucking melded, bonded, tied in every sense of the word. I had to keep her, had to protect her, had to love her.

  Everything about her, I loved, from the flaming red hair to the fiery temper that matched it. This woman was made just for me, and not a thing could tear us apart. “We need to get home.”

  “Yeah,” she sighed, chest still heaving.

  I smiled deeply, pulling myself out of her body and tucking my dick back in my pants. I straightened her dress, sliding the silk down her thighs and rearranging her hair so she did not look just freshly fucked. As much as I loved that look on her, it wasn’t any other goddamn person’s business. “You’re never allowed to leave the house in this dress again.”

  She rolled her eyes before a slow grin curved her lips. “Thanks for rescuing me. That was way more fun.”

  “Happy to be at your service anytime, precious.” I hooked her hand in mine and walked us back to the door, opening it for her and letting her walk in ahead of me. She spun, a beautiful smile splitting her face, and she was about to open her mouth to say something before someone else cut in.

  “Skylar! I’ve been looking for you—oh.” Mark, my mother’s soon-to-be husband appeared from behind her. “I see you’ve met Darcy’s son. We were hoping to introduce you officially, but looks like you’ve beaten me to it. Darcy?” Mark looked over his shoulder before my mother appeared behind him.

  “Oh, hi, honey! I was looking for you. I wanted to introduce you to your new stepsister, but I guess you’ve already found her. Skylar and I met for the first time tonight. Isn’t she just the prettiest thing?” My mother's eyes gle
amed back at me.

  Fuck. My. Life.

  Six

  Skylar

  “Skylar, this is Hudson, Darcy’s son.” My father’s words ran like a speeding train through my head.

  How had this happened?

  Why was God punishing me?

  I was pretty sure I was being punished for something at this point.

  How was it possible that the man I’d been sleeping with, the man who’d given me the very best orgasms of my life, was actually my new stepbrother. Clearly, God had one helluva sense of humor, and right now, his attention was aimed at me.

  “So, did you just meet here, or…?” Hudson’s mom asked politely, eyes circling from her son to me and back again. I frowned, thinking there was no way out of this one, before Hudson saved me.

  “Met up last night, actually, in town at one of the local watering holes.”

  “Ah, so that’s where you were last night.” Darcy smiled, before realization seemed to dawn and her eyes grew wide as dinner plates. “Um, Mark, honey, can I have a word with you?” She hooked my father’s hand in hers then hauled him down the hallway and out of view.

  “Fuck.” Hudson shot a hand through his hair, eyes turning to me. “Didn’t see that one coming.”

  I stood speechless, the last few terrifying minutes cycling in my head. “I don’t even know what to say.”

  Hudson’s grin split a little wider, his hand locking with mine and pulling me against his body. “Fucking your stepbrother now—I knew you liked it kinky.”

  My mouth shot open, horror and anger and every other conflicting emotion playing on my face. “That’s not true! What—” I huffed, frustration dripping out of every pore. “You’re incredible.”

  “You already told me that last night.” He nuzzled into my neck, tongue darting out to lick along the crease.

  “Stop, now is definitely not the place—”

  “Overthinking again.” He covered my mouth with his in a deep kiss, shutting me up and turning me to putty in the same instant. Hudson had a superpower, I was sure of it. “I think we’ve done our due diligence. I need you alone now.” He took my hand and hauled me right back out of the door we’d come in, striding to his bike, which, funnily enough, was parked only a few spots away from my car. We’d missed each other earlier by just a few tick marks, but we had each other now, and if his grip was any indication, he wouldn’t be letting go.