A Stepbrother for Christmas: The Hard and Dirty Holidays (9 page)

Chapter Four

Jessica

What men didn’t understand, and what these two definitely didn’t, was that I liked it rough. Loved it, in fact. After all the times I'd masturbated to thoughts of these two, imagined their cocks embedded deep inside me, I didn’t think the real thing could be any better. I was wrong. I almost hated to drop the bomb on them about the blackmail.
Almost
.

I’d known about their little arrangement for months. Did they think they were the only ones who knew how to plant bugs and other listening devices? I’d anticipated their “trap” since the moment they set it in motion.

I turned toward the door, where my purse lay. “You see that bag over there, boys?”

Alexi approached me and gripped my hair hard. His eyes flickered down to my mouth. He still wanted me. “What of it?”

“It’s recorded the entirety of these goings on, including your confessions of working together in multiple criminal enterprises.”

Jackson made a move toward it.

I made a tsk noise and pulled against Alexi’s grip to lick his lips. He growled at me.

“Silly boys. Destroying it won’t help. It’s already been digitally uploaded to a server somewhere far, far away. And if you don’t release me, it’ll go to my editor first thing in the morning.”

Jackson dug through my bag and found the recorder along with the cell phone attached to it. He slammed them against the wall, shattering the tech to bits.

“Y-you set us up?” Alexi’s voice quaked with anger.

I smiled. “Oh, look who isn’t as stupid as he seems.” I grazed his lips again with my tongue.

“Print is dying, boys.” I slid back onto the table, Alexi’s grip falling from my hair as he realized how well I had him trapped. “I couldn’t be a starving journalist forever. I have much greater ambitions. And an infusion of your cash, Alexi, is just what I need to get started. I know every cent you’ve ever stolen. My stories about you haven’t even scratched the surface. You know that. This way, you’re safe, I’m out of your hair, and I have exactly what I want.”

Alexi crossed his arms over his broad chest. “How much?”

I crossed my legs. His eyes went to my pussy. It was still wet, still wanting.

“$25 million, wired to my account.”

Alexi laughed. “Impossible.”

I pouted. “Entirely possible, and far less than a tenth of your net worth. I could have asked for more, you know. Raping poor innocent me on video and admitting to working with the police to commit your crimes? I should raise my demand just to be a bitch.”

Jackson and Alexi exchanged a look.

“But.” I stroked down Alexi’s front, feeling his muscles bunch beneath his shirt. “Money isn’t all I’m after.”

“More, Jessica?” A fire lit in his eyes.

“More. I expect both of you to be at my house one week from tonight. I’ll leave town after that. But before I go, I want another taste.” I looked at Jackson over my shoulder. “Of both of you.”

I turned back to Alexi and saw his cock bulging in his pants. I wanted another taste of it right then and there, but I had to wait. This deal needed to be done, the money had to be transferred, and then I could indulge in my fantasies one more time before I left the country.

“Now give me your shirt,
Mr. Karasov
. I need to get home and clean up before I go to bed and masturbate thinking about the two of you.”

Alexi’s dark eyes opened wider.

“Watch the video if you don’t believe me. I know you have my house wired. Shirt.” I held my hand out.

He obeyed, yanking his black t-shirt over his head and giving it me. “Good boy. Now, Jackson, drive me back to my car.”

Chapter Five

Alexi

I was obsessed before. Now, Jessica was all I could think about. I’d wired the money to her account and then began counting the days until Jackson and I were supposed to show up at her house.

I watched her on the live feeds. She spoke to us, now, telling us what we were doing to her as she touched herself. She moaned my name, Jackson’s name. She teased us every day, every night. I’d fucked her in my mind every which way possible as I stroked myself. Just hearing her cries and remembering how she’d played us that night at the warehouse set me on fire.

When the time came to show up at her house, I was ready to explode, to give her every bit of what she deserved and have her screaming my name.

Jackson rang the doorbell. I looked around. Jessica lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of town. Her neighbors were a good enough distance away that I didn’t worry about being seen. It wouldn’t have stopped me anyway. I’d lost sleep thinking about filling her with my cock. Nothing could have kept me from her.

She came to the door wearing nothing. She’d waxed her pussy. It was totally bare, the red curls gone. My cock roared to life even more in my pants. Her nipples were hard, pink pearls atop her alabaster tits. I wanted to fuck them and lash them with my cum.

“Come on in, boys.” She stepped back and walked off toward the back of the house. Her hips swayed; her lush ass begging to be fucked.

Jackson and I followed. We’d tried for days to come up with some plan to turn the tables on her. There was none. She’d thought through the details – the video evidence was enough to put us away for life.

She sat on her bed and lay back before snaking her hand down to her pussy and playing with her clit.

“Now you both know what I like.” She made a high-pitched grunt as she flicked herself. “And I know you’re angry with me about this little arrangement.” Another squeal.

It was all I could do not to fall on her and eat her pussy.

“So, I’m going to let you both do whatever you want. Fuck me as hard as you like. I want it.”

Jackson needed no more urging. He stripped off his uniform, whipping his shirt and his pants to the floor. I pulled my shirt over my head and pushed my jeans down. I was so hard it hurt. Seeing her laid out like this, ready for me and Jackson, was what I’d been waiting for.

“And one more thing.” She sank a finger inside her pussy and drew it out, wet and glistening. “Make it rough, like last time.”

I crawled on top of her and wrenched her wandering hand away from her pussy. I licked her cream from her fingertips before pinning both hands over her head. I kissed her hard, sweeping my tongue into her mouth, bruising her lips.

Jackson was behind me, spreading her legs. She moaned when he buried his face in her pussy. The sound made my cock leak. I let her mouth and wrists go and knee-walked up her body until I could position my shaft between her tits.

“Push your tits together. I’m going to fuck them and come all over your face.”

She did as she was told, making a sweet pocket for me to fuck. I licked my hand and smoothed it over my cock before I slid it in. She pinched her nipples as I started a rhythm, my aching cock so sensitive to the touch of her tender flesh. She held my eyes with her blue gaze as I fucked her tits. Her moans grew louder as Jackson kept working her.

“Pinch them harder,” I told her.

She obliged, twisting her nipples as I watched. When she moaned and came against Jackson’s mouth, the pressure built too quickly in my shaft to stop. I lifted a knee and shot my load into her face, coating her mouth with my hot spend. Her tongue darted out and caught the spray, licking it from her lips. The sounds she made.
Jesus
. She was the fucking sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“I want in this pussy right now,” Jackson said.

I looked back. He was standing, stroking his cock, watching us.

“Fine, I want to try her ass.”

“Please,” she whined.

Jackson lay down on his back. She eagerly climbed on top of him, positioning her pussy over him before sinking down onto his shaft.

I climbed up behind her and spread her ass cheeks. I reached between us and stroked the flesh around Jackson’s cock before pulling the wetness back up to her tight asshole.

She shivered beneath me and raised up on her hands. Jackson leaned forward and captured her nipple in his mouth. She rocked down onto his cock as I slipped my head inside her. She was so tight, like a fist had me in its grip. I eased further in until her ass had eaten me up. I began working with Jackson, keeping cock in her one way or another as we moved in and out. She sat up and turned her head toward me. I claimed her mouth, tasting myself on her. I reached around and palmed one tit while Jackson sucked the other.

She bounced between us, impaled on either side. She moaned as we moved faster, the three of us in a grinding tangle. I yanked her hair, making her moan into my mouth, and squeezed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed.

The pressure on my shaft was intense as she sucked me in as far as I could go. My balls slapped against her ass with each stroke. Her pussy was so slippery that Jackson made wet noises as he slid in and out. I wished I could taste her right then, but my cock told me to stay right the fuck where I was.

I pulled her head back and sucked her neck, nibbling and biting at the skin over her jugular before moving down to her shoulder. Her moans shot out from her as we moved faster in and out of her lush body.

“Harder!”

I was more than happy to oblige, pulling back and slamming forward as Jackson lifted his hips up and down, ramming her from beneath.

“That’s it,” she said.

With each thrust, my cock pulsed, perilously close to release. I reached down with my free hand stroked her clit, making her buck wildly. The movement of her hips ended it for me, sending my cum squirting inside her ass as I yelled and bit down on her shoulder.

“Oh, I can feel it!” she cried.

I felt her ass begin to tighten, milking my cock. She screamed to the ceiling as Jackson gave three more hard strokes up into her and stiffened, coming into her as she constricted both of us. I gave her a few more pumps, my sight clouding from the sheer pleasure of my release.

She fell forward onto Jackson and I leaned on her back, my cock still lodged in her tight ass.

After a few moments, she said, “When you fuck me like that, it makes it hard for me to let you boys go.”

She was a scheming bitch for doing what she did, but keeping enemies close was a tenet in my line of work. I didn’t want to let her out of my bed, and definitely not out of my sight.

“You could stay,” I said and kissed her back.

“What, with you?”

“With both of us.” Jackson said. “You can stay at Alexi’s compound. As you know, I’m there quite a bit.”

“So, you want me to stay in Alexi’s compound and be your fuck bunny?” There was a smile in her voice.

“Fuck yes,” Jackson and I said in unison.

She moved her hips slightly, bringing my dick back to life in her ass. “I’d still keep my money.”

“Fine.”

“And the video, for insurance.”

“Keep whatever you want. Just don’t stop fucking us,” I said and thrust into her.

“Mmmm, you drive a
hard
bargain, fellas.” She reached back and dug her nails into my ass, spurring me into her.

“Stay,” Jackson said and claimed her lips as he began moving beneath us.

I rode her harder, making the skin on skin sounds return to the small bedroom.

“If you two promise to fuck me like this whenever I want, and I get to keep the money, then we have an agreement.”

“Done.” I said. “Now come for me and let’s seal the deal.”

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Forced by the Professor

Forced Series, Book 2

She was late. Again. I ground my teeth and continued the lecture.

“Mr. Drake, tell me what level of scrutiny applies to fundamental rights?”

The student popped his mousy brown mop up from behind his laptop. “Um, I think—”

“You aren’t here to
think
Mr. Drake. You’re here to learn. You’re failing miserably at both, in any case.” I made a show of striking through his name on my list of class participation grades.

Humiliating a student did nothing to take the edge off, to stifle my need to punish her. I forced myself to keep discussing constitutional law instead of looking at the wooden door leading to the hall.
Where was she?

“
Strict
scrutiny, Mr. Drake. The highest form of scrutiny is applied when the government seeks to make any law that would infringe on fundamental rights—”

The door swung open. She strolled in, seemingly oblivious to the fact she was forty-five minutes late to a fifty minute class. Her blonde hair was pulled half up, the rest allowed to flow down her back. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I knew they were green. Her tits were large and plump, peeking over the top of her white tank top. I bet her nipples were a dark pink. Her pussy even pinker.

She climbed the risers to her seat. Her far too short black skirt swayed when she moved, and her heels made her ass jut out perfectly. I wanted to bury my face in it and lick until she screamed.

She had neither books nor a laptop in her arms.

All forty students in the room focused on her. The men gaped as did some of the women. I gripped the podium until my knuckles turned white. She was mine.
All mine
. All the gawkers – male and female – needed to know they had no chance with her.

I wanted to work violence on each one of them that dared to look at her. Instead, I stayed put behind the podium out of necessity, my cock having leapt to attention with the first inkling that she was near.

The tables formed a horseshoe in the room, eight rows of them, each higher than the last. She was in the middle, where the rows were extra far apart. I could see her tits, her face. I could also see her skirt, her legs, her hooker heels.

“You’re late, Ms. Finnegan.” I gave her a hard look.

She needed discipline. I would be the one to give it to her. She tempted me day in, day out. Showing up to class late. Playing on her cell phone while I lectured. Never turning in homework. And then she wore the most provocative clothing, just to get to me.

Her cocktease was about to come to an end. I was going to take her, one way or another. I wanted my hands around her throat, constricting her as I rammed my cock so deep into her that my balls slapped against her ass with every stroke. But before I even got to that, I planned on giving her the lashes she deserved. Every single one.

“Sorry, professor.” She smiled innocently, her red lips spreading to reveal her even, white teeth. “Car trouble.”

“Well, Ms. Finnegan, can you tell me what level of scrutiny applies when a government makes a law affecting the right to vote?”

She looked down at her empty desk before slyly looking back up at me. “I seem to have forgotten my book and my notes, professor.”

I scrubbed a shaking hand down my face. Fuck, I wanted to discipline her right then and there in front of everyone. “Ms. Finnegan, you are aware of the rules of my classroom, are you not?”

She smiled again, but didn’t speak. Infuriating.

“You are aware that you are expected to—”

She casually let her legs fall open slightly beneath the table. She wasn’t wearing any panties. In the shadow between her milky thighs, I got a glimpse of blonde curls and sweet, sweet pink. I stifled a groan.

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