STORY 1- Fuck Me

Isla Bennett

I couldn't breathe.

The nightmare still had its claws in me when the lock clicked. I was on the floor, back against the couch, shaking. Then Kai was there, dropping to his knees and dragging me into his lap like he couldn't get me close enough.

His arms locked around me. One big hand fisted in my hair, forcing my face against his chest so I could hear his heartbeat hammering.

"Breathe, Isla... I've got you."

I clutched his hoodie, but it wasn't enough. I needed skin. I needed something real. So I shoved the fabric up and pressed my palms to his hot stomach. His muscles jumped under my touch.

Something inside him snapped.

"Isla!"

"Kai... please..." I begged.

He had already helped me through nightmares like this since I was twelve, when the car accident happened. I never thought anyone could make me feel so warm and safe since my father was killed.

One year later, my mom married Kai's father, and we became a family. Suddenly, I had an older brother.

Kai Mercer. He was my hero. But he was also my biggest, most forbidden fantasy.

The moment he held me during one of my panic attacks, shirtless and warm, I knew I would never see him the same way again. My hormones went wild. I wanted him to do more than just hug me.

God forbid, but today my wish was finally granted.

"I'm done pretending, Kai. I love you."

"This isn't right, Isla."

"Screw that."

I yanked his head down and crashed my mouth onto his. The kiss was filthy from the first second, my tongue pushing deep. I thought he would push me away and lecture me, but instead he cupped my face and pulled me closer. His teeth scraped my bottom lip like he wanted to devour me. A low, hungry sound tore from his throat as he licked into my mouth.

I moaned and climbed higher in his lap, grinding down against the thick, hard length already straining against his sweats. He was so fucking big. I could feel every inch of him through the thin fabric.

"Fuck," he rasped against my lips. "Isla—"

"Don't stop," I begged with a shaking voice. "Please. I need you."

That was all it took.

He flipped us fast, laying me on the floor and yanking my sleep shirt over my head. My shorts and panties were gone in seconds. Cool air hit my wet pussy for half a second before Kai shoved my thighs wide and buried his face between them.

He licked me like a man starved.

His tongue dragged through my folds, slow and filthy, then circled my clit with ruthless focus. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, curling hard against that spot that made my back arch off the floor.

"Oh my god... Kai!"

I grabbed his hair and held him there as he sucked my clit into his mouth and fucked me with his fingers at the same time. Wet sounds filled the room. My thighs started to shake. He didn't let up. He just growled against my pussy and kept eating me like he needed to taste every drop.

I came hard, crying out his name, hips jerking against his face. He licked me through it, slower now, almost soothing, until I was whimpering...

then he rose over me.

His sweats were shoved down just enough for his cock to spring free ... thick, flushed dark, and leaking at the tip. He stroked himself once, eyes locked on my soaked pussy, then lined up and pushed in with one long, desperate thrust.

He buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan that vibrated through both of us. I was so full I could barely breathe.

"Jesus Christ, Isla..." His forehead dropped to mine. "You're so fucking tight."

I curled my toes as he thrust deeper, harder... but then an alarm blared.

I woke up gasping.

My body was still shaking. My thighs were pressed together, pussy throbbing and soaked.

"What the fuck?!"

My mouth fell open. I couldn't believe it was just a dream. A real wet dream. I could feel how wet the sheets were beneath me. And the phantom feeling of Kai's cock still inside me? Holy shit.

I looked down and realized my hand was already between my legs, fingers circling my clit like they had a mind of their own.

I hadn't even finished.

I came again ... hard, sudden, and shameful ... biting down on my own wrist to stay quiet as the orgasm ripped through me.

When it finally passed, I lay there staring at the ceiling, heart pounding in my ears.

Damn. It was just a dream. Kai wasn't here. He never had been!

I could hear him moving around downstairs, probably making coffee before morning skate. The familiar sound of my stepbrother existing in our house like he always had.

My stomach twisted with guilt so strong it made me nauseous.

I'd just had the filthiest, most desperate dream of my life about him. My stepbrother fucking me raw on the floor, calling me his, coming inside me over and over while telling me he'd wanted me for years.

And the worst part?

My body was still humming like it had been real. I pressed my thighs together and squeezed my eyes shut. This had to stop. These dreams had been getting worse for months! More vivid, more filthy, more impossible to ignore.

Then I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. My heart jumped into my throat. A second later, there was a soft knock on my door.

"Isla? You up? I made coffee."