My Step Brothers II

Ariel

I held my breath as I turned away from the pole, making a slow walk toward the bed.

I made sure to exaggerate the sway of my hips, my pulse thrumming in my ears as I felt his predatory gaze locked onto the emerald lace of my thong. I wanted to drive him to the edge.

I didn't even make it halfway.

One moment I was wiggling my way across the rug, and the next, his massive, calloused hand clamped around the back of my neck.

Kael yanked me backward with a force that sent my body slamming into his. The impact was electric. He was a wall of solid, hot muscle, and I could instantly feel his erection, heavy and rock-hard pressing into the small of my back, threatening to puncture right through my skin.

I let out a sharp gasp as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin. He tugged at the skin on my neck and then ran his tongue across where he had bitten, giving me a bitter-sweet pleasure.

My head fell back onto his shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut as a wave of pure, unadulterated heat crashed over me. He didn't stop there; his tongue trailed a slow, wet path up to my ear, his breath hot and ragged.

"Don’t play with me, Ariel," he growled, the warning vibrating through my entire frame. "You have no idea what you’ve started."

He spun me around with a rough tug, his dark eyes burning with a hunger that made my knees turn to water. "On your knees. Now."

My body was literally on fire. The anticipation, the desperate desire, the sheer arousal all converged into a single, thumping ache between my legs.

I dropped to the floor, my gaze coming level with the straining fabric of his jeans. I assumed he wanted a blowjob, and honestly, I was more than ready to give it to him.

Kael reached for his belt, and while he did, I darted my tongue out licking the seam of his trousers where the heat was most intense. He froze midway through unbuckling, his breath hitching in his throat.

“Fuck!” His hand was in my hair, gripping my head in place as more groans erupted from his mouth

For a moment, we just stayed like that–me licking fondling him through the denim, and him vibrating with a need so intense it felt dangerous.

Then, he shoved me back slightly, his hand tightening on my neck to keep me at a distance while he finished unbuckling his belt

He didn't put it down. Instead, he looped the heavy leather strap around his own neck, staring down at me like I was something he intended to break.

He unbuttoned his jeans, the metallic slide of the zipper sounding like a death knell for my self-control. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I helped him tug the heavy denim down past his hips until it pooled at his ankles.

He kicked them off and hooked his thumb into his boxers, pushing them down, his other hand still on my neck, holding me in place

His length sprang free, thick and pulsing, and I immediately leaned in, darting out my tongue, my mouth opening to take him. But before I could touch him, his hand was against my chin, a firm barrier holding me back.

"Not yet," he murmured

He reached up, grabbed the belt from around his neck, and looped it around mine. I felt the cool leather settle against my skin, and the click of the buckle was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.

"Follow me," he commanded, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly dark register. "Like a good bitch."

As he tugged the leather, I let out a soft, broken whimper that I couldn't hold back. "Yes... please," I breathed, my voice trembling as I looked up at him. "Take me, Kael. Make me follow you."

I was beyond elated. My heart was screaming with a dark, twisted joy. This was the manhandling I’d craved; this was the "slut kink" Mark could never have understood. Kael stepped out of his clothes and began to walk toward the bed, giving the belt a sharp, firm tug.

I didn't hesitate. I dropped my hands to the floor and crawled after him, my eyes locked on him, my soul finally finding the exact type of trouble it had been searching

I scrambled onto the mattress, my heart hammering against my ribs. Following the tug of the belt, I arched my back deeply, digging my knees into the comforter and pressing my chest down until my head was flat against the bed.

I knew exactly what I looked like: my ass was high in the air, a desperate, emerald-lace invitation pointed right at him while he stood on the floor, looming over me like a dark god.

"I like my women glistening," Kael murmured, his voice sending a fresh shiver down my spine.

Before I could even process the words, he moved with a chilling familiarity toward my nightstand. My heart nearly stopped when he reached into the very back of my special drawer. I had kept it hidden, the one no one was ever supposed to touch but he did and pulled out my bottle of lube.

"How... how did you know that was there?" I gasped, my voice cracking.

He didn't answer right away. Instead, I felt the cold slide of the liquid as he began to pour it over me, coating my heat and the cheeks of my ass.

"You think I don't know every inch of this room, Ariel?" he muttered, his voice dropping into a dark, confessional growl.

He started spreading the sticking liquid with his palms around my pussy entrance and my ass. "I’ve spent countless nights here while you were sleeping, jerking myself off to the thought of this. I watched you with Mark, too. I watched that fool fail to even get you wet, watching you lay there unsatisfied while I was losing my mind behind the door."

“Oh god, Kael... you watched me and didn't come in? Why did you wait so long? I've been starving for you!"

He let out a jagged, frustrated breath, his hands tightening on my hips. "I couldn't stand it. But now? Now I finally have you all to myself."

Slap!

The sound of his palm hitting my lubricated skin echoed through the room. It stung beautifully, and before I could even draw breath to moan, he drove two fingers deep inside me in one sudden, violent thrust. Because of the lube, they slid in with terrifying ease, meeting zero resistance as he buried them to the knuckles

“A-ah! K-Kael!" I shrieked, my face buried in the pillow. "So deep—fuck, it’s too much... no, don't stop. Please, don't ever stop!"

A throaty moan ripped from Kael’s throat, vibrating against my skin. "Fuck, you’re so warm," he groaned, his voice thick with a vocal, raw hunger. "So wet for me."

He didn't give me a second to recover. He leaned down, his face disappearing between my thighs as he began to eat me from behind, his tongue working in a feral rhythm while his fingers continued to pump inside me.

The combination was lethal.

Between my own arousal and the lube, I was a soaking mess; I could hear the wet, squelching sounds of his work, and I felt the trail of moisture dripping off his hand and soaking into the bedsheets.

He withdrew his fingers abruptly, only to rain down a series of stinging spanks.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"You like that, don't you? My little slut," he growled, his voice loud and proud in the quiet room.

"Yes! Again!" I cried out, my voice high and frantic. "I'm your slut, Kael! I'm yours! Break me, please just break me!"

My moans turning into high-pitched wails of pure, unadulterated need.

He dragged me by my ankles until I was almost at the edge of the bed in a lying position. He took my shoes off slowly and painfully, his eyes locked on mine and then flipped me onto my back.

He shoved my legs wide apart, pinning them back until my pussy was on full display, glistening and swollen under the LED lights.

Kael stood there, stroking his thick, pulsing length as he stared at the carnage he’d created. He let out a string of curses, his breath coming in ragged, vocal gasps.

"Look at you," he hissed. "Look at what you do to me."

"Then do something about it, Kael!" I thrashed against the sheets, my voice a desperate plea. "Stop looking and fuck me! Shove it in! I want to feel you break me! I can't take it anymore. Look at me, Kael! I'm dripping for you! Shove that big dick inside me and ruin me for anyone else. Fuck me like you've wanted to for three years!"

I was pushing him, driving him toward the edge, desperate for the final impact. He leaned over me, spreading my legs even further until I felt like I might snap. He raised his hand and slapped my pussy right on my clit twice, the sharp stings making me arch my back and scream his name.

He reached for his dick, guiding the head against my entrance, his face contorted in a mask of pure, agonizing lust. He was a second away from buried himself inside me, the exact moment I had prayed for.

Then, the bedroom door swung open with a heavy thud.

I froze, my breath hitching in my throat as two more towering, dark silhouettes stepped into the room.

Dante and Jax.

Fuck!