“Please don’t look at me like that.”
“I can’t help it. I want that ponytail wrapped around my hand while I fuck you over this table.”
“Liam,” I whispered, nodding down the hall to the bathroom A.J was in.
“You’re lucky he’s here right now. I’d have you ass naked on this fucking counter if we were home alone.”
God. My arousal went from zero to sixty in a second flat. “Is that right?”
“You challenging me?”
“Maybe.” I watched Liam’s green eyes dip down my cleavage as I shrugged. He ran a hand over his tight jaw.
“Right. Well I’ve only had the pleasure of that pussy once thus far and in case I wasn’t clear, I plan on fucking you on every surface in this house and as many as I can around this city, so yes, if A.J weren’t here, Sash, I’d have every inch of my cock buried inside you. Right now.”
“I see,” I breathed out, letting it sound far more aroused than I’d meant to. Damn it. A quickie actually sounded like the perfect way to coax out Bad Sasha. “Well… I guess it’s too bad you don’t have the guts to go through with something like that.”
Liam grabbed his cock over his shorts. “Don’t tease me. You want it?” he asked, something hot and predatory in his voice. My shirt felt tighter as I sucked on the cold metal of my spoon. Liam grinned as he watched me. “You don’t want to do that, Sasha. Not if you don’t want me to rip your clothes off right here.”
“I want it,” I murmured, wondering who was testing who. “But I don’t believe you’ll do it.”
“No?”
My heart pounded when Liam hooked his thumbs into his shorts and pulled down just enough for his cock to spring out – hot, hard and ready to go. Holy shit. I reminded myself to breathe as I watched him wrap his long fingers around the base of his shaft, pushing up his length slowly and palming his smooth head before stroking back down. Again and again. Holy God. I couldn’t even tear my eyes off the display to look around for A.J. I was frozen, paralyzed with lust as I sat over breakfast in the kitchen, watching my stepbrother masturbate for me despite a guest down the hall. I had to grip the edge of the counter when I spotted the drop of pre-cum beading at the tip of his dick.
“Liam…”
“What?” he smirked, stroking a little faster now. “Don’t talk the talk around me. You know how I handle teasing.”
I bit my lip, shaking my head but happily continuing to watch him rake his gaze over my body and jerk off before me. I shifted, rubbing my clit against my seat as I remembered one of my hottest but naughtiest memories of Liam. I’d come home early from my summer job to find only his Jeep in the driveway. When I walked into the house, I heard the clear sound of the shower running. He’d left the door to his room open. Not only that, he’d left his bathroom door open. Long story short, I spied on him like the terrible, sexually frustrated teenager I was. And I’d seen him from behind, water running down the carved lines of his back, his V-shaped torso rigid as he leaned against the wall, one hand on tile and the other wrapped around his cock. Stroking furiously. I savored every grunt I heard. I replayed them I my head as I leaned outside his bathroom wall, my hand shoved down my skirt and my orgasm mounting with his.
When he came, so did I.
“Fuck,” I moaned, sliding off my stool and shedding my blazer onto the floor. I shook my head at Liam’s satisfaction as I rounded the counter, saying goodbye to all self-control. “Fuck you,” I whispered as he pulled me straight into his arms, kissing me deeply. The rough warmth of his tongue swept inside my mouth for a second too short before he spun me around, facing me to the counter. Reaching around, he undid my button and zipper, pulling my jeans down just below my ass. The reality of what we were doing hit as I felt the cold air on my bare skin. I heard A.J turning on the faucet in the bathroom and groaned. “God, we really shouldn’t...”
“I know we shouldn’t.” Liam pulled my thong aside and pushed two fingers between my saturated folds. “But we crossed the line of things we shouldn’t do awhile ago, didn’t we?” In place of his fingers, I suddenly felt the flared tip of his cock. I moaned, gasping as he clamped a hand over my mouth. “Shh,” Liam whispered as he slid the length of his cock inside me. My cry was muffled against his palm as he immediately fucked me with strokes so long and deep I could hardly stay quiet. My knees buckled and my pleasure begged to burst from my lips as Liam rocked inside me, one hand over my mouth, the other tugging my shirt down till my breasts sprung free. “Yes,” Liam rasped as he cupped and squeezed me. My tits felt heavy, sensitive in his hands, and he played with them as if he’d never felt a pair in his life. “Fuck, baby.” Picking up the speed of his stroke, Liam buried his face in my neck. I could feel my eyes watering, my pleasure spilling over the edges as he pounded into me. “I should’ve fucked you the first day I saw you, Sasha.”
His wicked words sent a thrill through every inch of my body. I reveled in them. Savored them. Staring out at Liam’s living room, his hands muffling my mouth and groping my breast, I soaked in the taboo – in the filth of my pussy stretched perfectly around my stepbrother’s girth, my walls molded to every ridge of his cock. I welcomed his every steel inch, ached for his every powerful thrust. Each second of our bodies together felt in sync. Utterly wrong yet meant to be.
“I want you to come for me, Sasha.” Liam dropped his hand from my mouth to my legs and reached savagely between them. His two fingers stroked my swollen clit as he pummeled ruthlessly inside me. I moaned freely now, forgetting all about A.J as I soaked in the mindless bliss of Liam powerfully handling my body. “You gonna do that for me, baby?” he rasped in my ear. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes…” I gripped desperately at the edge of the counter. I’d never felt so fucking good in my life but I felt completely out of control. Completely overwhelmed. “Shut me up,” I begged, my ecstasy threatening to spill in a scream from my lips.
“No.”
“Please.” I took a hand off the counter to clamp over my mouth but Liam caught it, pinning it behind my back. I struggled against him for a second but knew it was in vain.
“I want to hear it, Sasha,” Liam growled in my ear. “Come for me.”
Fuck it. Bucking forward, I did as I was told. My knees gave out, but Liam held me up, clutching me against his muscled chest. He slowed his stroke inside me as he murmured filth in my ear.
“Fuck, you feel too good to be real, baby. Your pussy is my fucking cure, Sasha.”
I was in ecstasy. I let my limp body sink back against him, giving him full control of me – of my body, my mind, my pleasure. Every hot twitch of my nerves. But when I felt his cock hardening inside me, aching to come, I arched my back, sinking my throbbing pussy down to the base of Liam’s shaft.
My mouth dropped wide open when he came without warning.
“Fuck,” Liam grunted, cursing between gnashed teeth as he pushed my breasts together, squeezing so hard my bottom lip grazed them when I looked down at his muscled thighs. They flexed and twitched with every burst of pleasure he let go inside me. “Fuck,” Liam breathed out. “Holy fucking Christ, Sasha. You’re amazing.”