Hard Rock Stepbrothers The Complete Series (7 page)

Then his fingers left her and his tongue glided into her dripping pussy hole. He flipped onto his back, laid on the floor between her legs, and pulled her down on top of him so she straddled his face. Her ass still jutted high, and she was thankful for the kiss of cool concrete against her scorching face. She had never been so humiliated or horny in her life.

He licked every inch of her throbbing pussy. She had to bite on her fist to keep from screaming. When he pulled back her clitoral hood and ground his tongue into the pulsing bud of flesh, she came all over his face. He lapped up her juices as they flowed, and she shivered from the intense sensation until she collapsed on top of him. She struggled to regulate her breath and senses.

But she had little time to regulate either, as Hunter demanded, “Back to your knees.”

“Excuse—” was all she got out before he nudged the thick, rosy brown head of his cock into her open mouth.

“Suck it, or I’ll have to yell and give us away.” His grin, when she scowled up at him, was positively wicked.

She hated him in that moment, but she dutifully sucked his dick, taking his shaft farther into her mouth. He clutched at her hair, which was pinned in a loose chignon at the nape of her neck. It soon fell in a flurry of waves around her shoulders, when he flexed his fingers and yanked harder.

She sucked and slurped with delight, getting into the blow job despite herself. She enjoyed pleasuring a man this way and had no problem blowing her prior boyfriends, even if there hadn’t been many. She liked the control over a man, over his orgasm, and she liked to see the enjoyment on his face. Even if she was pissed as hell right now, seeing her lover writhe in bliss from her skilled mouth was still a turn on.

Her tongue swept over his balls as she worked him with a hand. His shaft was slick with her spit and her palm moved easily up and down its length. She licked his perineum and he moaned then thrust his cock faster into her fist. She moved her tongue farther still, daring to sweep it over his asshole. His reaction was another lusty groan of pleasure, so she poked her tongue inside and explored. He let her play, obviously enjoying it, until his cock twitched in her hand and he guided her mouth back to his penis.

He fucked her face fast and furious. She nearly choked on his speed, so she wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft to steady his thrusts just a bit. She swept her tongue back and forth over his cock as he pistoned in and out of her mouth. She tongued beneath the glans, and just as she thought he was about to cum, he stopped and urged her to get on all fours once more.

“I have to fuck you,” he growled. “Right here, right now.”

“There are condoms in my purse,” she said. Luckily she still had it with her, too, as she had forgotten to drop it off at her desk.

He snatched the purse off the antiquated copy machine and rummaged through it for a condom. With lightning speed he found one and was back beside her on the floor in record time.

He briefly placed kisses along the length of her spine before he spread her legs wider and slipped the condom on. She shivered from the silky caress of his lips. Then her pussy tightened as he rubbed his slippery cock between her folds.

He pressed his meaty glans into her quivering cunt and she let out a long “Ohhhhh” of enjoyment. Her hands stroked over the cool tile underneath her. She clawed at the seams in the tile when he buried all nine inches of his penis deep inside her.

Her pussy milked and gripped him with all its might. Her pelvis bloomed with intense sensation that nearly took her breath away. He stretched her so completely.

He gripped her ass cheeks, digging his finger in until it hurt, and began to fuck her frantically just as the supply room door opened.

She barely came out of her erotic daze as a woman spoke, “What the…? Shit, it’s a good thing I’m the one catching you two in the act.”

Mickie gasped and came a second time from the combination of pleasure and surprise. Hunter thrust deep inside her and his cock twitched as it emptied.

Mickie looked up at their visitor.

With wide eyes sparkling and an embarrassed grin, Sally Rollins peeked around the door and giggled as they scrambled for their clothes.

“Be in Chief Pritchard’s office in ten minutes,” Fayette,” she added as she shut the door. “I’ll cover for you.”

Now dressed, Hunter offered Mickie a hand buttoning her blazer and fixing her hair. She’d have to keep her jacket done up all day to hide the missing buttons on her blouse.

“I will find out the real reason you’re here,” he said, lightly brushing her cheek before he left the supply room.

***

Sally and Hunter went into the rehearsal wearing a wire. So did Chief Pritchard, who would be on stake out outside the amphitheater.

The place was packed with squealing teens and pretty women. It was Decadent & Deadly’s first open rehearsal in their home city. At least, the first of this magnitude. It was part of a promo campaign to kick off their first upcoming tour, which they were doing without a recording contract in order to get their demo out there.

Sure, Shane had connections in the music business thanks to his dad, but Hunter had told Sally that Shane didn’t want to use them too much. He wanted to achieve success in the music business on his own merit. However, their dad had invested heavily in this tour, and Hunter told her Shane was super stressed over the pressure to make their dad proud.

“See anything yet?” Hunter’s voice crackling through her earpiece startled Sally.

She glanced around at the crowd, scanning it intensely while she tried to appear like a nonchalant observer. “Nothing.”

Trent Farrow, her no-good ex-boyfriend should be showing up soon, though.

“Try closer to the stage,” Hunter suggested, and Sally made her way through the throng of tight jean clad girls clustered around the area.

Shane spotted her and waved. He was near his drum kit, talking to someone. The little bit she knew about bands, concerts, and rehearsal, she figured it was his drum tech. He excused himself from the short, older man with a long bristly grey beard that reached to his belt buckle. Then he hopped down from the stage and made his way toward her.

Sally’s heart sped up. She forced a smile and whispered into her hidden mic. “Your brother’s coming over.”

Hunter sighed. “Great. Shane has some timing.”

“I’ll get rid of him. Don’t worry.”

Shane bounced over to her in a shiny black t-shirt and pleather pants. He twirled a drum stick and blew his sandy blond hair out of his eyes. Sweat beaded his brow, made his honey tanned skin shine, and his razor cut shag stuck to his forehead.

“Hey, what’re you doing here?”

She gave him a wide smile while still trying to surveil. “It’s my day off. Hunter said you and the band were having this open rehearsal, so here I am.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of a pre-party before the big party next Saturday.” Hunter referred to Decadent and Deadly’s upcoming concert.

“Cool.” Just as the word left her lips, she saw Trent Farrow, their quarry, heading backstage with some guy who looked like a roadie.

And then fate played the cards in her favor.

“Hey, let me show you around backstage!” Shane took her hand before she could accept or decline and dragged her toward where Trent had disappeared.

Hunter spoke low through the earpiece. “Don’t go back there with him, Sally. He’s just on the make, like he always is.”

Sally freed herself from Shane’s grip and said sweetly, “One sec. I just have to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh, there’s a bathroom backstage.”

She was already jogging toward the lobby. “I’ll be right back.”

“Good one,” Hunter chuckled over the wire.

“I’m going backstage with him,” Sally said into the mic, after making sure she was alone in the public restroom.

“What?”

“I just saw Trent going backstage. It’s the perfect opening.”

Hunter paused and his silence told her he wasn’t cool with this, but he wouldn’t hold her back when a conviction of her ratbag ex was on the line. She knew this.

“Okay,” he said finally, his tone flat. “Go ahead.”

She ran back to where Shane waited. He smiled as he held out a hand to her. She marveled, as he led her backstage, how two identical twins like Shane and Hunter could be so different. Hunter was brooding and very internal about everything. Shane was a bouncing ball of enthusiasm from what she’d seen so far. She wondered if he hid secrets behind his smile, like his brother did behind his stoicism?

Just as they neared Shane’s dressing room, she spotted Trent talking to a group of roadies to their right.

Shane opened his dressing room door to show her inside, but she held up a hand, saying, “Wait a minute. What’s that over there?”

But just as she said it, Trent turned her way, and she had to duck inside of Shane’s dressing room to avoid being seen. If Trent spotted her tailing him, this whole night would be a waste for their investigation. He’d definitely flee the scene. The whole point of tonight was to find out who Trent was talking to, talk to those people, get more information on this trafficking ring. They’d approach his contacts as potential customers. That was their planned cover story. But if Trent spotted her or Hunter following him, he’d out them as narcs and any hope of information would be lost.

But the moment Sally ducked into Shane’s dressing room, he shut the door and blocked her exit with his well muscled body.

He walked toward her like a panther approaching prey, only she wasn’t terrified for her life. She was terrified the chief and Hunter would hear her making out with a hot rock star, if she couldn’t stop herself.

“What’re you doing?” she squeaked when he braced his hands on the edge of the vanity that ran the length of one wall. He pinned her in place, with the lighted mirror at her back.

“Getting to know you better.” He grinned.

She took in his rock star beauty. The subtle physical differences between him and Hunter. As she stared he caught her off guard, swooping in for a kiss before she could stop him.

His tongue traced her top lip and she opened her mouth for him. Her hands glided up the silky smooth front of his t-shirt. His palms molded to her ass and yanked her against his crotch. She could feel his hardness press into her pussy through their clothes. She moaned as their warm, wet tongues coiled around each other.

Hunter interrupted her bliss when he squawked in the ear piece. “What’s going on in there?”

She ignored her partner as her lover nibbled along her jaw, flicking his tongue out every now and again as he did so, as if he couldn’t go long without tasting her sweet skin.

Hunter barked again, “Sally, what’s going on in there?”

With much effort, she managed to escape Shane’s seduction and blurt, “Where’s your bathroom?”

He frown at her in disbelief. “You just went to the bathroom.”

“Ummmm…yes, I did, but, well… I need to check if I have protection.” She patted her purse and thanked god for that last minute excuse.

He winked. “Oh, don’t worry. I always keep a supply in my dressing room.”

He bent his head and moved in for another kiss, but she ducked and fled toward what she hoped was a bathroom and not a broom closet. “Be right back.”

Inside, she locked the door and took a moment to catch her breath.

It was then, after all this time, the chief decided to speak up from the surveillance car. “What the fuck have you gotten into, Rollins?”

Sally almost screamed from the surprise. “Look, Chief, my mic and earpiece are acting up. I can barely hear you.” She hated herself for the lie. “Fayette, do you think you can cover me? I saw Trent talking with someone near the stage exit. He was heading toward the amphitheater’s back exit last I checked. I’m hoping we didn’t lose him.”

Hunter heaved a heavy sigh. The Chief mumbled something she couldn’t make out, but he sounded both pissed off and mystified.

“Sure, I’ll cover you.” Hunter’s response was curt and clipped.

“Thanks.” Guilt weighed down her shoulders and made them sag. But for all her guilt and self loathing, all she could think about was getting back in the arms of that damned rock star. She took off her mic, unplugged her earpiece, and shoved the unit in her purse.

Aren’t you supposed to be catching a drug dealer?
Her cop side was mighty pissed, but her libido argued back:
Well, I can’t just leave abruptly.
She knew her lust’s argument was pathetic, but she didn’t care right then.

When she emerged from the bathroom, he was right there, waiting for her, smiling and looking irresistible. She should’ve gotten out then. She should’ve made a beeline straight for the door.

Instead she kissed him again and tore his shirt off over his head.

It had been so long since a man had touched her with tenderness, with the intent to give as well as receive pleasure. She’d been so lonely throughout her relationship with Trent. She knew this was wrong, so wrong, but it felt very right as he pushed her up against the lit vanity and pulled her spaghetti straps off her shoulders.

He peeled the thin, cotton fabric of her tank top away from one breast and fondled the nipple until she groaned. Then he dipped his head to her nipple and tasted it. His mouth closed around the hardening tip and suckled hard. As he did so, sensation rocketed to her sex.

She fumbled with his belt and soon had his pleather pants undone. She pushed these and his boxer briefs down his thighs. Right now, more than anything, she wanted to taste him. It had been so long since she’d tasted a man, and she loved the feel of a hot, slippery dick in her mouth.

Why had she never been this bold with Hunter? She couldn’t say, and her brain wasn’t into over thinking that at the moment. She only knew she felt strongly attracted to Shane, and she was going to take what she wanted, what he wanted.

She clutched the hair at the back of his head and whispered into his ear, “Let me suck your cock.”

He gave a throaty chuckle and stepped away enough to shimmy his jeans and briefs to his knees. “Well, when you put it that way.” With a flourish, he pointed to his impressive erection. “Be my guest.”