My Contract Husband: The Ultimate Prank Gone Wrong

Chapter 1.

Elle’s POV

The second I twisted the knob and opened the door to Adrian’s room, the air hit me thick and heavy; filled with the musk of sweat and the unmistakable scent of sex. The sounds of wet slapping of skin to skin hit me like a punch.

There he was. My smug stepbrother. The one who had strutted around the house like he owned it and I was just a maid living there ever since Mom married his Dad three weeks ago.

Adrian, tall, broad-shouldered, cocky as hell; was on all fours in the middle of his king-sized bed. His back arched deeply with his bare ass lifted up and spread obscenely. Sweat was glistening across every inch of his sculpted body, dripping down his carved spine to his back.

His hole was stretched wide open around a thick, veiny cock that plunged in and out of him brutally with each deliberate thrust.

Each thrust made a slick, obscene squelch, and Adrian’s balls swung forward, slapping against his own thighs.

The stranger gripped Adrian’s hips so tightly his knuckles whitened. He rammed into him again, burying himself completely in his ass as if trying to explore every bit of space in his asshole.

Adrian’s head dropped toward with a low, guttural moan that vibrated through his whole body. His cock swung between his legs like a weapon; thick, long and curved upward, the fat head flushed dark pink and glistened with pre cum. It jerked with every punishing thrust he was receiving, leaking a white substance that poured onto the rumpled sheets below.

I stood at the doorway, frozen, the vanilla birthday cake box I had gotten for him was still clutched in my hands like some pathetic shield.

My brain screamed at me to run, but my feet couldn’t move. My pussy clenched hard, a sudden sting shot up through my legs that made my cotton panties soak from my wetness.

They hadn’t noticed that I had been here for a while.

Adrian’s head finally snapped up. His hazel eyes, which were usually narrowed in that superior, smug way, widened with shock, then narrowed with fury.

“What the fuck Elle?”

“Huh?” I stared, still dumbfounded.

His partner didn’t miss a chance. He kept fucking Adrian slow and deep, his hips rolling lazily that made Adrian arch his back even more.

He had a wicked grin on his face as he looked over Adrian’s shoulder straight at me. His eyes skimmed down my body, over to my tank top where my nipples had turned into pebble hard points to, down to my tiny denim shorts that barely covered my ass.

My pussy jolted from his stare.

“Well, damn. Birthday boy never mentioned his stepsister was this fucking hot. You wanna watch him get bred, sweetheart? Or you’d like to join the party?

“Shut the fuck up Jonathan,” Adrian snarled.

So that was his name…

Suddenly, Adrian made a welp sound as Jonathan slammed in really hard. A broken, needy whimper escaped Adrian’s throat; raw and desperate, way far from the arrogant asshole I knew.

I should’ve dropped the cake and bolted. Instead, heat flushed my whole face, my chest, even my core. My clit throbbed achingly with the wet sounds that filled the room.

I couldn't tear my eyes off Adrian’s cock. It looked even bigger up close, his thick veins pulsing along the shaft, with the slit weeping more pre-cum with every rock of his body.

God, what would it feel like stretching me open? Splitting me apart while he groaned my name?

No.

Stop.

He's gay. He's literally getting railed by another man right now, ass clenching around that dick like it’s the greatest thing he'd never want to lose.

But my body didn't care about logic, my thighs pressed together instinctively as if trying to ease the throbbing ache building between them.

My nipples grazed painfully against the fabric of my top, begging to be pulled and sucked hard. My chest heaved slightly with every shallow breath.

Jonathan laughed, low and dirty. “Look at her Adrian. She's fucking dripping just watching you take it like a good boy. Bet her pretty hole is clenching right now, wishing it was her getting stuffed instead.”

Adrian shoved his ass back to the cock one last time, hard and greedy as he wrenched himself free with a wet, filthy pop.

Lube and cum glistened on Johnathan’s shaft. Adrian scrambled for his bathrobe, but not before I got another long, shameless look at his erection bobbing up and down, still slick and throbbing.

I wish I could drop to my knees and lick him clean with my mouth.

He tied the ropes of his robe with shaking hands. “Get. Out.”

I didn’t move.

The cake in my hands suddenly felt ridiculous. vanilla; his favourite. Mom had said. A stupid and innocent gesture for an arrogant stepbrother who acted like he didn’t want us here. The one who had barely spoken to me since the wedding. The one I’d caught staring at my legs once or twice when he thought I wasn’t looking.

And now this.

I set the cake box down his dresser slowly, deliberately. My hands trembled.

“Happy birthday, Adrian.”

His jaw clenched. “I said get out, Elle.”

“Alright then,” I turned towards the door, a part of me heartbroken.

A part of me hoped he’d stop me.

And he did.

But for a different reason.

“By the way Elle, Dad or Mom can never know about the fact that I’m gay, okay?” He said sharply, with what looked like fear flickering in his eyes.

“Cool,” I opened the door and slammed it hard.

I wish I hadn’t seen all of this.

I wish I could stop craving for my brother’s dick.

I wish I could stop these dark thoughts from forming.

But I had known already that I was being pulled into this darkness slowly.

And I liked every bit of it.