“Just go, Cuntney. Why would you want to be at a party you aren’t welcome, anyway? Have some fucking class.”
“Fuck YOU, Branson, and quit fucking calling me that!” Then this psycho little twit lifts her arm like she’s going to slap me.
I don’t fucking think so.
I grab her wrist mid-air before she’s able to make contact with my face. “Listen, bitch. I’ve tried to be nice about all of this, but that was the last straw. You need to fucking leave. Now. Or I will physically remove you. How fucking embarrassing would that be for you? I see plenty of your classmates in this living room, watching your trainwreck ass make a fool of yourself. Go,” I growl out the last word and narrow my eyes at her. I’m not fucking around.
Dropping her wrist, I step back, waiting for her next move, which better be through the door.
She scoffs, running her hands through her hair. “Fuck all of you. I came to let your friends know what a couple of sick fucks you both are.”
Luca and I look at each other and know this is going to be good.
Turning her attention to our friends, looking smug as all fuck, she continues. “Did you know your boys are fucking each other? They are brothers and they’re fucking. It’s disgusting.”
Knox is the first one to speak up, and I fucking love him for it. “You’re a little late to the game, princess. We all know this already.” He takes a long swig from his beer, watching her face drop. “And if you’re going to be a little miss know-it-all, get your facts straight. They’re stepbrothers.”
Weston walks up and speaks up next. “Get the fuck out, and don’t come back. You aren’t welcome here.”
She is stunned, and the look on her face is hilarious. She screeches, turning on her heels, high-tailing it out the front door, slamming it on her way.
Turning to Jessica, I ask, “What were you thinking bringing her here? West specifically told you not to.”
“I k-know.” She is clearly embarrassed by everything that’s happened. “She heard me talking to him about it on the phone earlier and invited herself. I didn’t know how to tell her no. You saw how she gets.”
Staring at her for a moment, I see the sincerity in her eyes.
“This better not be an ongoing issue.”
“It won’t be, I promise.”
“Okay, thank you. Sorry, I don’t mean to be such an ass. She causes a lot of problems that we’d rather not deal with.”
“No, I get it. I’m the sorry one.”
“Go be with Weston, enjoy your night.”
Turning around, I see Luca staring at me with an unreadable gaze.
He starts walking toward me as I’m heading his way, and we meet in the middle. His lips crash against mine in a rough clash of teeth and lips.
“Come with me,” he demands, pulling my hands toward the stairs.
He’s on me the minute we’re at the top, walking me backwards in the direction of my room. We pause in the middle of the hallway, and he rips his mouth from mine. “Fuck, that was hot watching you get rid of her.”
Ripping my shirt over my head, I walk toward the door, looking over my shoulder. “Get the fuck in here. You’re mine for the rest of the night.”
A grin takes over his face as he rids himself of his shirt. As soon as we’re both in the room, his body collides with mine. The temperature in the room spikes as his hands roam all over me, my cock thickening in my pants with the anticipation of what’s to come.
Grabbing hold of his dirty blonde strands, yanking his head back, I devour his mouth. Working his jeans open, I drop to my knees in front of him. His hard cock springs free and I waste no time wrapping my lips around him. The salty flavor of his pre-cum floods my senses as my tongue twirls around the swollen crown.
His fingers weave into my hair as he rocks into my mouth, breathy sighs falling from his lips. Holding my head in place, he fucks my throat while I unbutton my own jeans. My cock is aching, a shiver running through me when my palm grips my length and strokes.
He starts to swell in my mouth, and I think he’s about to blow right before he pulls out and orders, “Get on the bed.”
I wiggle out of my jeans, then lie down on the bed, stroking myself as he crawls over me. The hunger in his eyes pulls me into a trance. Nothing around us exists when he’s looking at me like this.
Straddling me, he leans down and kisses me savagely. The feeling of him on top of me, his dick rubbing against mine while his tongue explores my mouth, is euphoric. Before Luca, kissing was never this fucking addicting. He brings out a whole different side of me, and I fucking love it.
If you would have told me six months ago that I would be rolling around in the sheets with my stepbrother on top of me, I would have told you that you were crazy. Yet, here we are, and nothing could feel as right as this does. He’s rocking his hips against me, driving me wild with want. I need more. I always need more of him. I’m an addict and he’s my drug of choice.
“Luca, touch me,” I whisper against his lips.
He smirks, his warm breath fanning my lips as he reaches down, taking a firm hold of my cock. Hissing through gritted teeth, I watch as his calloused, rough hand strokes me like it’s his fucking birthright to do so.
Thrusting up into his hands, I moan, eyes rolling back. “Fuck yes, baby. I need more, please.”
“More what?” he asks, lifting an eyebrow and biting his lip.
Taking his throat in my hand and squeezing hard, voice low and demanding, I demand, “Suck my fucking cock like the good little slut you are.”
His eyes dilate, the blue of his irises almost non-existent. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows heavily, sliding down my body to do what he’s told. He drags his tongue down my cock before sucking one of my heavy balls into his mouth. My hips fly off the bed, and I can’t control my loud groan.
Fuck, I love when he listens.
Wrapping a firm palm around my length, he continues to toy with my balls in his mouth, one at a time, agonizingly slow.
“Lucaaaa,” I groan, rocking my hips up some more.
He smirks at my desperation, licking his way up my cock once more before taking only the tip in his mouth. Then he sucks hard, twirling his teasing tongue all around.
“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby.”
He sucks me a little more before pulling his mouth off, and I almost whimper at the loss. Leaning over my body, with one hand resting next to my head, he shoves two fingers roughly into my mouth, making me gag. “Suck,” he rasps. “Get them nice and wet.”
Christ. I don’t know which is hotter—the raw sexual energy radiating off him in waves or the forcefulness in which he’s handling me. Either way, my lips close around his thick fingers, sucking on them eagerly like they’re his perfect dick. Seemingly satisfied at my work, he pulls out and resumes his position between my open thighs.
He pushes my legs back toward my chest so I’m fully open to him, and I watch with bated breath as he lets spit dribble from his mouth down to my exposed hole. Bringing his drenched fingers down to my ass, he massages around the area before letting the tip of his finger slip inside.