Stepbrother Needs (His Twisted Game, Book Three) (4 page)

I began to stroke him up and down while
he kissed me.
 
After a few minutes,
he began kissing down my neck, over my stomach until he was between my legs.

He grabbed the sides of my panties, his
thumbs sliding under the waistband before sliding them off and over my
ankles.
 
He pushed my legs back
apart and then his mouth was on me, nibbling on my thighs, his breath warm
against my skin.

I cried out as he reached my center and
his tongue swirled over my clit.

“You taste so good, baby,” Cole said, his
finger sliding inside of me for a second before his mouth kissed me slow and
deep right on my pussy.

I’d never felt such pleasure – like
the way he’d kissed me on the mouth, he knew what he was doing down there, his
fingers and mouth moving in a hypnotic rhythm.
 
His mouth was warm, his tongue sliding inside of me, his thumb
rubbing my clit while his fingers fucked me.

I could feel my orgasm building, becoming
more powerful until it threatened to overtake me like a tidal wave.

“Cole,” I breathed.
 
“Cole, I’m going to come.”

“No.”
 
He stopped, his hands grabbing my hips and holding me
still.
 
“Not yet.”

He slid up my body until his cock was
right at my entrance, poised against my hole.
 
He stroked the head of his dick up and down my slit, and I
arched my back as he grabbed onto my nipple with his mouth, sucking as ground
his hips against mine.

“Shit, Avery, you’re so fucking wet,” he
breathed as he moved against me.
 
“I want to fuck you, baby.”

“I want you to,” I said.
 
“Please, I want you to fuck me, please,
Cole.”

My begging seemed to excite him, and he
began to move up and down faster and faster against my pussy.
 
Every time I felt like he was going to
slide inside of me, he’d slow down.
 
His body felt perfect against mine, our eyes locked on each other as he
moved against me.
 

Even without him going inside of me, I
could feel my orgasm building again, the warmth starting in my pussy and moving
through my body, gaining momentum.

I moaned and Cole looked down at me and
grinned.

“You want to come on me, baby?”
 

“Yes,” I whispered, not trusting myself
to say anything more.
 
I was afraid
if I said the wrong thing he would stop, and take this insane pleasure away
from me -- and if he did, I was afraid I would go insane.

“Do it.
 
Come for me, Avery.
 
Come all over my dick.”

Him saying the words was enough to push
me over the edge and I came on him, my pussy convulsing on his cock.

“Fuck,” he swore as I came, pushing my
legs apart and moving his dick up and down faster and harder.

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his
cock, guiding it as I jerked him up and down.
 

“Fuck, Avery,” he said.
 
“You are so fucking sexy.”
 
He came a second later, shooting his
load as I stroked him.
 

When he was done, he collapsed on top of
me, the weight of his body pressing into mine.
 
My heart was beating fast, and I could feel his heart racing
inside his chest, too.

He kissed me softly on the forehead and
then rolled off of me, over to the other side of the bed.
 
As soon as he was gone, I wanted his
body back on top of me.

We lay there in the dark for a long
moment, not saying anything.
 

After a moment, I got up and headed for
the bathroom.

My face was flushed and red, and I
splashed water on it, trying to calm myself down.
 
My eyes were shiny and bright with excitement.
 

I couldn’t believe I’d just done that
with my stepbrother, let him touch me and lick me and push his tongue up inside
of me.
 
It made me horny all over
again, just thinking about it.

But why hadn’t we had sex?
 
I’d wanted to, and I’d made that pretty
clear.
 
So what had stopped
him?
 
Cole was the definition of a
womanizer, having a different girl in his bed almost every night.
 
So why hadn’t he wanted to sleep with
me?

I took a few deep breaths, waiting until
my breathing had slowed to normal before returning to the bedroom.
 
I went to grab my pajamas from where
they were laying in a pile on the floor, but Cole propped himself up on one
arm.

“No,” he said.
 
“I want you naked.”

I shook my head.
 
“I’m not sleeping naked.”
 
I reached down and picked up the tank
top, but Cole reached out and grasped my arm.

“My rules, remember?”

I hesitated for a moment,
then
dropped the garment onto the floor.
 
I climbed into bed, making sure to stay
on my side.
 
The last thing I
wanted was for Cole to feel like I expected him to stay here with me, or that I
felt like he owed me anything.
 

Cole slid the blankets off my body,
letting his gaze move over my naked body.

His hand reached out and slid over my
breast, then down the side of my stomach and the curve of my hip.

Then suddenly, he was on top of me again,
his hands pinning my wrists to the bed.
 
I felt him growing hard against my bare pussy, and I immediately got wet
again.

“Do you know how bad I want to fuck you,
Avery?” he growled.
 
“Do you know
how hard it is having you here, walking around in those tight little outfits,
looking so god damn sexy?
 
All I
can think about is getting into your tight little pussy, how you would feel
spreading out around my cock.”

He was holding my wrists hard, and his
fingers pinched my skin.
 
“Please,”
I said, wiggling a little bit.
 
“Please, Cole, you’re hurting me.”

It was like a switch flipped.

He dropped my hands like I was on fire
and moved away from me, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the
bed.

He sat there for a second,
then
dropped his head into his hands.
 

I reached out and touched his back.
 
“Cole?”

He stood up and grabbed his clothes,
started putting them on.
 

“Cole?” I said.
 
“I’m sorry, I just… is everything okay?”

“No, everything’s not okay,” he
said.
 
“I hurt you.”

“No, it was just… you were just holding
me a little too tight, that’s all.
 
It felt good.
 
I wanted you
to keep going.”
 
My voice was soft,
and I could hear the desperation in my tone.
 
I hated that I wanted him so bad, hated that he had this
power over me.

He was pulling his shirt on angrily,
pushing his arms through the holes.
 
He stood up and started walking toward the door, and I felt tears
starting in my eyes.

He was just leaving me here, in this bed,
naked, after he’d taken what he wanted.

“Good,” I called after him.
 
“Good, Cole, just leave.
 
That’s what you do best anyway.”

He came storming back into the room, eyes
blazing.
 
“What did you say?”

“I said you’re good at leaving.
 
So go ahead and do it.”
 
I pulled the covers back up over my
body.
 
I wanted to get dressed, but
I wasn’t going to get up and grab my clothes – it would have given him a
full view of me, and there was no way I was going to allow that.
 
He’d seen the last of me naked.

“Stop saying that, Avery,” he
warned.
 
“Stop saying I left you.”

“I’ll say whatever I damn well
please.
 
You left, and that’s
it.”
 
I made sure to keep my tone
neutral, the way I’d done every time someone brought up his name, like he meant
nothing to me,
like
I didn’t care he’d left.
 
After a while, I’d started believing it
myself.
 
But ever since I’d seen
him, it was like the curtain was being lifted and revealing the truth, little
by little.
 
And the truth was, I
did care.
 
Cole had hurt me more
than anyone, ever.

My stepfather was a viper – but I’d
never trusted him.
 
Cole had been
different.
 
Cole was never supposed
to have hurt me.
 
So when he did,
the pain had been almost unbearable.
 
Which is why I’d done my best to bury it deep inside.

“Stop fucking saying that,” Cole
demanded.
 
“You don’t know what
you’re talking about, Avery.”

“I’ll stop saying it when you
explain.
 
Oh, that’s right, you
can’t.”
 
I didn’t care if I sounded
like a brat.
 
I was pissed.

“You want to know why I left, Avery? You
really want to know?”
 

“Yes!”
 

He walked all the way into the room and
stopped at the food of the bed.
 
His eyes locked onto mine, the soft light of the city shining through
the windows behind him, illuminating his face and making him look even more
gorgeous than he already was.
 
He
was so beautiful, so perfect that I almost couldn’t take looking at him.
 

Tears burned in my eyes again, and I
tried my best to blink them away.
 
I wanted to turn back time, turn it back to when we were lying in my
bed, the two of us, our arms around each other, our lips pressed together.

“I saw you,” Cole said softly.

“What?”

He sat down on the end of the bed, shook
his head and placed his hands together, his elbows resting on his knees.
 
“That night, the night I left.
 
You were… you were coming out of the
bathroom after your shower.
 
You
were wearing my grey Giants t-shirt and you…you were so beautiful, Avery.
 
I couldn’t stop thinking about
you.
 
I waited for you to come
downstairs, but when you didn’t, I went up to find you.”

I stayed silent, my pulse racing, waiting
for him to go on.

“When I got back upstairs, my dad was
there.
 
He was standing outside
your door.
 
And I knew
,
I just
knew
he
was there to do something to you, Avery.
 
I grabbed him, pulled him down the stairs and dragged him
into the backyard.”

“No.”
 
I shook my head, remembering.
 
“No, that night, the night you left…no one
was
home.
 
You
were out with Jessica McNeal and Gordon and my mom were out drinking.”
 

“That’s true,” Cole said.
 
“But we all got home around the same
time, probably around the time you were finishing up your shower.
 
I almost beat the shit out of him that
night, Avery.
 
I punched him three
times, and I couldn’t stop.
 
He
told me to leave, that if I left, he wouldn’t touch you.
 
He promised me, and I believed him.”

“So you left because you thought it was
going to protect me?”

“I wanted to take you with me, I wanted
to take you away with me.
 
But then
I realized the worst part of the whole thing.”

“What?” I asked softly.

“I was just like him.”
 
He turned and looked at me, and I could
see the pain in his eyes, burning deep and bright.
 
“I wanted you, Avery.
 
I wanted to touch you and kiss you.
 
I wanted to be with you.”

I reached out and touched his arm.
 
“I wanted to be with you, too, Cole.”

He pulled away.
 
“No.”
 
He stood
up.
 
“It’s wrong.”

“Why?
 
Because I’m your stepsister?”

“Yes.
 
And because I can’t… I’m not good for you, Avery.
 
I want things, sexual things, that you
couldn’t understand.”

“Like what?”

“Control.”

I frowned.
 
“Yeah,” I said.
 
“I know.
 
But I…” I looked
up at him, standing there, so tall and strong, the room bathed in moonlight
around in him.
 
My heart was beating
so fast I was afraid he as going to hear it.
 
“I want you to control me.
 
I want you to tell me what to do, I want…” I swallowed, the words
catching in my throat.
  
“I
want you to teach me how.”