♧At the pool

The headlights stayed for a terrifying ten seconds before they moved on.

Not our parents, just the neighbor across the street pulling into his own driveway.

I nearly collapsed with relief, but my body was still wound tight, drifting right on the edge of release. Damon’s fingers were still buried inside me, slick and unmoving.

“False alarm,” he muttered, voice rough. He looked down at me, eyes dark, and slowly started moving his fingers again. But I pushed at his shoulders, suddenly too raw.

“Not tonight,” I whispered. “I can’t.”

He studied my face for a long moment, then surprisingly let it go.

He pulled his hand away, kissed the inside of my thigh almost tenderly, and left without another word. I lay there shaking, unfinished and confused as hell.

The next day I avoided him like the plague.

I spent the morning in my room, then slipped out to the pool area in the afternoon when I thought he was in the gym.

The sun beat down on the turquoise water, and the luxurious lounge chairs looked inviting.

I needed space to think. To remind myself that last night was a mistake. That I still hated him.

I lasted for about twenty minutes there. The sliding glass door opened. Damon stepped out in black swim trunks, towel slung over one shoulder, looking like sin. His gaze locked on me immediately.

“Trying to hide from me, Kara?” He dropped the towel and walked over, slow and purposeful. “Cute.”

“I’m not hiding. I’m relaxing.” My voice sounded weak even to me.

My eyes kept drifting to the defined lines of his abs, the way his trunks hung low.

He stopped right in front of my chair. “You’ve been wet for me since last night. I can tell. Just stop running.”

Before I could answer, he reached down and pulled me up by the wrist.

My bikini top barely held on as he backed me against the warm stone wall of the pool house. His mouth crashed into mine, hard and demanding. No more sweetness. This was pure hunger.

I kissed him back just as fiercely, hating myself for it.

His hands roamed down my body, squeezing my ass, then yanking the bikini bottoms aside.

He shoved two fingers back inside me without warning and I moaned into his mouth.

“Still so fucking tight,” he growled against my lips. “This pussy is mine now.”

He spun me around, pressing my chest against the wall. I heard him push his chest down.

The thick head of his cock nudged against my cat, hot and heavy.

“Damon… wait… easy!!”

He thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

I cried out at the sudden stretch, pain and pleasure exploding through me. He didn’t give me time to adjust.

He pulled back and slammed in again, fucking me raw against the wall, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck, you feel better than I imagined,” he groaned.

“Take it. Take every inch like the good little stepsister you are.”

Each thrust pushed me higher on my toes. The slap of skin on skin mixed with my broken moans. He bit down on my shoulder, sucking a dark mark into my skin while he pounded into me.

“Say my name,” he demanded, bending his hips to hit that perfect spot.

“Damon…oh god, Damon!”

He growled in approval and fucked me harder. My legs started shaking. I was starting to squirt already, clenching around his thick cock.

He suddenly pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me.

My back hit the wall again as he thrust back in, holding me up like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.

He claimed my mouth in another bruising kiss while driving into me deep and relentless.

“Mine,” he snarled between thrusts. “This tight cunt belongs to me. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, lost in the feeling of him stretching me, filling me completely. “Fuck… I’m yours, Damon.”

He carried me to the nearest lounge chair without pulling out, laying me down and spreading my legs wide.

Then he really let go. He fucked me like he was trying to break me, deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my voice crack.

His hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing hard, just holding me there while he ruined me.

I cummed hard, screaming his name as my whole body convulsed around him. He didn’t stop.

He kept pounding through it, chasing his own release, teeth sinking into my neck, my collarbone, the top of my breast. Marks everywhere.

With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep and came, flooding me with hot pulses. He stayed inside me afterward, breathing hard against my neck.

“You’re mine now, Kara. Completely, no more fighting it.”

I should have argued. Instead I just lay there under him, trembling, feeling his cum leak out around his cock. Addicted already.

Later, while we were still catching our breath on the lounge chair, my phone buzzed on the side table. I reached for it lazily.

It was a message from Mom.

Hey sweetie! Work wrapped up faster than expected. We’ll be home in three days instead of next week. Can’t wait to see you both!

My stomach dropped. Three days. Only three days before our parents walked back into this house.

I showed Damon the screen. He read it, jaw tightening, but his hand kept lazily stroking my thigh like he couldn’t stop touching me.

“We’re being reckless,” I whispered.

He looked at me, eyes still dark with possession. “Yeah and I’m still not stopping.”