SNAPPED (The Slate Brothers, Book One)

by Harper James

  “Now this,” he says, motioning to the undershirt.

  My eyes widen— how the hell am I supposed to get this up and over his head. He smirks— clearly, this is part of the game for him. His cockiness sparks my own delight, and I take a shaky breath, then grab hold of his desk chair. I slide it over to him, then reach down and grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. It comes off with a sweep of his scent, and it’s all I can do not to bury my face on the newly exposed, warm skin of his torso. I lick my lips as I look down at his chest— we’re more or less face to face, now— and the perfectly defined muscles there. My eyes then fall on another sight, one that makes me moan before I can stop myself— his cock. It’s still hidden from me, of course, but I can see it pressing at the front of his pants, eager to escape. I can also see how enormous it has to be, and it reignites my worry.

  “Shhh,” Sebastian hums soothingly. “I told you I’d be careful with you. Now, pants, Ashlynn.”

  I nod, swallow, and get down from the chair; Sebastian kicks his shoes off as I do this. I grasp the top of his pants and unbutton them, then meet his eyes before sliding them down his legs. His cock presses farther forward now, less restrained by his boxers. Sebastian growls in a throaty, hungry way, and when I rise he takes my hands in his. He guides them toward his groin, then forces my fingers onto his cock through the material of his boxers.

  I cry out in surprise at his size, at his girth— and Sebastian groans at my touch. I hold him as best I can, though both hands fisted don’t even cover his entire length. I can feel his cock pulsing beneath my fingers when Sebastian grits his teeth, like he’s having to fight more primal urges. He reaches down and brushes the fabric of his boxers aside, revealing the glistening head of his enormous cock. I struggle to breathe.

  “You’re alright,” he murmurs to me. “Go on, Ashlynn. Put me in your mouth.”

  I swallow nervously, then lower myself to my knees. He’s so tall that I can’t reach him, but Sebastian is already thinking of this; he backs up a bit and sits down on the edge of his bed, which puts his cock right at my level. I push away his boxers to reveal more of him, then grasp his cock in my hands again, this time skin-to-skin. I press my lips together, then part them and slip his cock past them, onto my tongue.

  Sebastian groans again, and grabs the back of my head— though he doesn’t push me down or force more of himself into my throat. No, he simply grasps my hair, strong and sure, as I taste him. I run my tongue across the head of his cock, salty and masculine and wonderful, the heat from his body warming me as I begin to carefully draw my head up and down. It feels like I’m doing so little— I can hardly fit a third of him into my mouth— but I feel him harden even more, and soon, Sebastian leans back a little, watching as I bob up and down on him, as I let his cock rub against the top of my mouth, pausing now and again to swirl my tongue over him.

  “That’s right. That’s perfect,” he mutters, and it gives me confidence. I release him, then run my tongue up and down his length. Sebastian moans and puts his other hand on my head, and I can tell he’s having to work hard not to thrust into me, not to fuck my mouth deep. I wish he could, I think, and my pussy drenches at the metal image of Sebastian’s cock disappearing entirely past my lips, of how it would feel to have so much of him in my mouth. I whimper against him, and he strokes my head gently, then begins to lightly pulse his hips into my throat.

  “You could make me come like this, you know,” he tells me, voice so low it’s barely audible. “I could come in your sweet little mouth right now. And I think you’d like that, Ashlynn. Would you?”

  I nod— god, yes. I can’t believe it, but yes, I would love to feel his cock go still and rigid in my mouth, would love to taste his come. I’ve never wanted this before; hell, I’ve even adamantly refused to do it with ex boyfriends. But with Sebastian? I want it, I want it, I want it—

  “Not yet,” he says with a sharp breath, then pulls my head away from his cock. “Not yet, darling.”

  I’m breathless, my hair ruinous around my face, and I’m sure my cheeks are red with exertion. He tilts my chin up to him, and I can see how hard it was for him to stop me, to not come in my mouth. He licks his lips, then sits up, his cock still pointed straight at me. Without ceremony, he grabs the hem of my dress and yanks it up over my head, tossing it aside. I barely have time to recover before he grabs the back of my bra, unhooks it easily, and tosses it across the room. I yelp as my breasts are revealed, but Sebastian is eager and hungry.

  “God, I knew you’d be perfect. Look at you,” he says, shaking his head as if in wonder. He motions for me to stand, and I obey. Sebastian leans forward takes one of my breasts in his hand. I moan, my eyes shut, my head tilts back. “You have sensitive breasts, don’t you? You liked me sucking on them the other night.” He takes my other breast in his other hand, holding tightly, running his thumbs across my nipples as they harden to his touch. He releases them, then slides his hands down my sides, hooking his fingers in the sides of my panties. “And you liked my fingers in your pussy, didn’t you?”

  I don’t answer— how could I? I can’t think of anything but how badly I want him to tear my panties off, how badly I want his fingers on my clit, how badly I want to feel him push them inside me, how badly I want to come at his touch again—

  “Answer me, Ashlynn,” Sebastian says admonishingly.

  I lick my lips, and nod, but I can tell this answer isn’t enough. “I— I liked your fingers in my pussy,” I say, barely finding the words in the nervous wreck that is my mind.

  Sebastian tugs my panties down a bit, to my mid-thigh, then releases me. “Turn around,” he instructs me. I do so without question, waiting for his next command. “Take your panties the rest of the way off for me,” he says.

  I nod, realizing what he wants, and take hold of my panties. I bend at the waist to pull them down to my ankles, giving Sebastian a clear view of my pussy and ass.

  “Look at that,” he says. “What a sweet little pink pussy you have.” I’m still bent over when he reaches forward and grabs one of my ass cheeks, sliding his thumb up against my wetness. I cry out and nearly number forward, but Sebastian is unrelenting— he rubs at my slit with his thumb, then grabs my other as cheek, pressing both this thumbs against my pussy entrance, pulling my ass cheeks apart so he can get the view he wants. I’m so certain I might tumble forward, especially when he runs the tips of his thumbs up to my clit and rubs me there.

  The world swirls and blackens in pleasure. Sebastian releases my ass before I can climax. I stand up and glance over my shoulder, unsure if I’m allowed to turn back around just yet.

  Sebastian lies back on his bed, his cock points straight at the ceiling. He motions for me to come closer. “Here,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me not toward his cock, but toward his lips. Sebastian moves one of my legs over him, till I’m sitting on my knees, my pussy directly over his mouth. He massages my ass as he stares up at me, then meets my eyes as he pulls me down to his mouth.

  I scream— I really, truly scream— at the moment his tongue hits my pussy. Sebastian grips me tight, thankfully, or I might have collapsed as the waves of pleasure rush at me. He keeps his eyes on mine as he runs his tongue around and around my pussy lips, then darts it into my pussy, tasting me, exploring me. I thought his hands on me were mind-blowing, but his mouth on me is…I didn’t know I could feel like this. I can’t keep myself upright; I tilt forward and catch myself on my hands, but Sebastian is unrelenting; he continues to suck at me, moving his mouth to my clit. I scream again, unsure if I can bear the sensation of electricity shooting through my body. He slides his fingers around my ass and to my shock, rests them against my asshole, a place no one have ever touched me.

  I’m going to come— I can’t help it, I have to. I try to say as much, but I can’t find my voice. Sebastian groans against my pussy, then thrusts his tongue into me; it’s the last straw. I buck my hips against his mouth and nearly howl as the orgasm hits me, rocketing
through me, flooding my pussy and his mouth and my mind and oh, oh, god.

  The orgasm seems to last forever; I’m not even sure how longer, to be honest, as the first thing I remember after near blackout pleasure is Sebastian sucking lightly on my clit, nursing the last of the orgasm from me, rubbing my ass cheeks. My elbows go week; I fall forward.

  He looks down at my panting, sweaty body, satisfied with his work, then turns me over onto my back.

  “Didn’t I tell you I’d take good care of you?” he asks, and I nod weakly. He reaches down and touches my pussy again, slipping the tip of his finger into me, like he’s testing me. “You’re so wet, Ashlynn,” he says. Then, tilting his head to the side, he says, “Which is good, since you’ll need to be— you’ll have to be, for me to get my cock into that tiny pussy of yours.”

  My eyes widen with one part fear, one part exhilaration. This is happening, this is really happening. I glance down at his monstrous cock, which is now the biggest it’s been, huge and pulsing. Sebastian nudges my thighs apart, then tugs my hips toward him. He lines himself up at my entrance, and I moan at the very prospect of feeling him thrust into me. He rubs my clit with his thumb, then reaches for something lying beside me on the bed— a condom, though I’m not sure when he got it out. Then again, I was more or less unconscious with bliss for a moment there.

  He tears the condom wrapper open, then slides it down his cock— I can’t believe it fits. He repositions himself, then leans over my body, taking up the entirety of my field of vision. “Are you nervous, Ashlynn?” he asks.

  I nod.

  “But you want me in you all the same, don’t you?” he asks.

  I nod again.

  “Say it,” he says, pushing a little closer to me. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, telling me just how thick he is, just how much he’s going to stretch at my pussy to make it inside.

  “I want you in me,” I stammer.

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes, please, please,” I say, weak with desire now. He edges closer, and I realize what he’s waiting to hear. I meet his eyes, and though my voice shakes, I still manage the words. “Fuck me, Sebastian.”

  He thrusts forward.

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  I tilt my head back and whimper as Sebastian’s cock pushes into my pussy. He doesn’t force himself all into me at once; he knows I can’t handle that, not the first time. Instead he inches into me, each moment more impossible than the one prior. My pussy strains, barely able to contain him, and I moan in pleasure and the sweet ache of being so tested. My back arches, and Sebastian lowers his head to catch my left nipple in his mouth, tonguing it as he continues to ease himself into me, restraint I can’t believe— because, necessary as I know it is, I want him all, now.

  My legs lift from the bed; I want him to have more access to me, to go deeper still, and he bites at my nipple playfully, then reaches back to wrap my legs around his thick torso. I lock my ankles together, and Sebastian lifts up a bit. “Look at me, Ashlynn,” he says, voice rough. I force my eyes open and meet his. His teeth are gritted in pleasure, and I wonder if he’s trying not to come— I wonder if he’s trying to hold back as much as I am. “You’ve almost taken all of me.”

  “Almost?” I whimper. How can there be more to his cock? He rocks his hips forward.

  “Come on, baby. A little more,” he says, then takes hold of my hips and pulls me toward him. It feels so good, but I’m right on the threshold of pain— yet I don’t want him to stop. I want him buried in me, I want him to fuck me deep and hard and long and— “There we go,” he growls as I moan, loud, at the sensation of being fuller than I’ve ever been. My eyes have shut, at some point— I’m not sure when— and when I open them, I see that Sebastian is smiling at me, almost like he’s impressed.

  “So tight,” he murmurs. “Were you a virgin before my cock, Ashlynn?”

  “No,” I admit.

  “You feel like one,” he says, and begins to slowly, lightly fuck me, only pulling out an inch or two before thrusting back in. I moan under him, writhing almost as waves of pleasure flood me. “You act like one, too. I like that.” He begins to thrust a little harder, pull out a little more, and I love it, god, I love it in a way I never knew I could love sex. Sebastian reaches down and wraps his arms under my waist, then pulls me up against him, his cock still in me, my legs still wrapped around his waist. I’m surprised, more so when I find myself looking in his eyes. They’re sparkling— he’s enjoying this every bit as much as I am. He kisses me, hard and demanding, his tongue slipping into my mouth and playing with mine; then, like I weigh nothing at all, he lowers me back down onto his cock.

  I tilt my head back and groan as he fills me, as he lifts me up and down on himself. I clutch him tighter with my legs, wrap my arms around his neck, and begin to help, driving my hips down with each thrust, and I bite my lip in ecstasy when Sebastian moans— I want him to come as hard as I did. I can feel my own core heating again, ready for another explosive orgasm, this time with Sebastian’s cock buried inside me. I begin to tremble again as it nears—

  Sebastian stops, breathing hard, sweating, and meets my eyes. “What?” I whine, needing him to keep going, needing to feel him entering me.

  “We have all night,” he says, then bites at my neck, my earlobe, running his tongue down my jaw then licking my lips. I love that I can feel how hard his heart is beating when he leans in to me. He eases me back down onto the bed and slides from my pussy, then grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach easily. I can tell he wants to fuck me hard, but he still resists, pulling me up to my hands and knees. I’ve never been fucked like this before, and I’m not entirely sure I’m ready for it— especially when Sebastian has to lift my ass up a bit and pull my hips up to him. I moan as he enters me more swiftly now, and grow louder when he massages my ass with his fingers. I never thought I’d like that— I never thought I’d like any of this, a football player, Sebastian Slate, a cock so big it still feels threatening inside me—

  “Sebastian,” I whimper, “I’m going to come again.” I want to fight it— I want to wait, I want to come with him. I think he’ll pause for a moment so I can get control of myself— like he said, we have all night— but instead, he begins to fuck me in deep, slow strokes, rubbing against parts of me that I never knew to explore. His cock strokes the front wall of my pussy, and something— god, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. How does he know how to do this to me? I don’t—

  I can’t handle it for another moment. The orgasm that rockets over me isn’t like anything I’ve felt before. It shakes me to my core, exploding from my heart, my chest, sending rockets through my limbs and out my fingers. I feel myself collapse onto the bed, but can’t prevent it. Sebastian continues his work, lifting one of my legs up and onto his shoulder, fucking me as I moan so loud, there’s no way they don’t hear me downstairs. I don’t care, though— I can’t care about anything right now but the pleasure that’s so intense, it feels like it may consume me. I pant, go limp against Sebastian, who slows before drawing his cock out of me. I’m still on my stomach; Sebastian lowers his lips to my pussy and kisses me there, sucking lightly on my clit as the last waves of the orgasm hit me.

  “Sebastian,” I whimper.

  “Yes, Ashlynn?” he asks, licking up my slit slowly, delicately. He runs his tongue up, letting it dance over my ass before sitting up.

  “I don’t know if I can take that again,” I confess. “How did you do that to me?” My voice is rocky and breathless.

  He rubs my ass cheek, then spanks me there lightly. “It’s easy to want to make you happy.”

  “That’s more than happy,” I murmur. It makes all my orgasms before Sebastian seem so laughable in comparison. As I think this, I realize that he still hasn’t come. My eyes open and curve around to look up at him. “But you…”

  He looks down at his cock— still rock hard. “I told you. We’ll get there. I’m not sure I’m done with you yet.”


  “I don’t think I can do that again,” I say honestly.

  “See, that sounds like a challenge,” Sebastian says, then reaches down and tugs on my legs, pulling me until my feet touch the floor and find purchase there. I’m bent over the bed, a position that always seemed so…subservient, I suppose— yes, subservient— but I find myself leaning backward, arching myself toward Sebastian, eager for him to enter me once again. He makes a satisfied sound at this, then, in one swift, powerful motion, thrusts into me.

  I gasp in surprise at having so much of him, so fast; just because I’ve taken him all once already doesn’t mean my pussy is accustomed to his size. He inhales sharply in pleasure, and it makes me want him to use me— to let me give him the same pleasure he’s given me. I rock my hips back and forth, encouraging him, and he doesn’t hesitate; he reaches around my chest and takes hold of my breasts, then begins to fuck me harder than before. Harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. I couldn’t have handled it when we started, but now I feel alive and wild and daring, and god, I love the way I can feel his cock pulsing in me.

  Sebastian groans, and I answer it by dropping my upper body lower and inching my legs even further apart, giving him all the access he needs. I’m still tight around him, and each time he enters me I feel him rub against that spot at the front of my pussy, the place that makes me feel like I may collapse. The head of his cock hits it over and over as he takes me, and I think that if I relax enough, I just might orgasm one more time. I exhale, spread my legs farther.

  “Ashlynn,” Sebastian says under his breath. “Even if I come now, you know we aren’t done, right?”

  “I hope not,” I answer. I tilt my head back; Sebastian releases one of my breasts and grabs hold of my hair gently, but firmly. It’s erotic in a way I’ve never experienced, and when I moan in delight, Sebastian growls, releases my other breast, and slaps me on the ass again. He’s going to come, I can feel him throbbing, can feel his need for release every bit as intensely as I felt my own moments ago. Knowing he’s so close tips me over the edge as well, and I whimper as my pussy trembles in pleasure. Yes, yes, I can come again— not another blackout orgasm, no, but something warm and shivering and perfect—