ROMANCE: MC Romance: Owned by The Bad Boy (Stepbrother Bad Boy BBW Ménage Mafia Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Alpha Male Billionaire Romance Short Stories) (12 page)

Then he suddenly plants the full length of himself into me. I literally see stars, and I don’t think that I catch my breath, but I hold it purposely. There is something about this invasion that is suddenly appealing, and there is the beginning of pleasure I cannot deny. I raise her ass into him now, and then he grinds into me fully. The completeness of his strokes now is very attractive to me, and I want more of him inside me. He thrusts deep and he thrusts hard, and I groan now, a deep and pleasurable groan.

I feed him my ass completely, as completely as the restraints on my hands and feet will allow. He enjoys this, more and more, and the sounds that are coming from him let me know just how much he is enjoying it. Then he suddenly makes the same sounds that he made when he was about to cum in the shower. I know that it won’t be long before he cums now, and I almost regret it. I regret the fact that I could not give him my ass sooner. He throws himself into me and when he cums, he lets out a loud roar.

He removes himself from my ass too quickly, and I almost hear a snap. As I am recovering from this exit, he sends himself into my pussy almost immediately, and I cannot believe the fullness of this stretch. He seems to have a backup erection, because his dick shows no signs of going flaccid. I take it all, and feel him in the pit of my stomach. There is something about the way his cock bends that runs up the back wall of my pussy, and I love it. His thrusts are more determined now than they were in my ass.

I start to feel the beginning of my own orgasm, and it really seems like it is going to be a great one. I have longed for him for the longest time, and now it seems like he is going to bring me to the orgasm that I wanted from before I even met him. His pictures from the internet, the bulge in his pants, his cock in my mouth have all come together to this moment, and my pussy starts to sweat. In fact, it starts to cream, and I cannot hold myself back from the magnificence of the orgasm.

After I cum, I expect that he is going to pull out from me, making as quick an exit from my pussy as he did out of my ass. He doesn’t though, thrusting harder and harder into me, but not faster. His pace remains constant, and he builds himself up towards his own orgasm. I cannot believe that he is going to have another one, but it seems like it. Slowly I start to build towards another one herself, and I cannot believe this either. Soon enough we are on their way to another orgasm together, and the collision of explosions promises to be epic.

And epic it is. I fall on the bed, and he falls on top of me. His weight on my hands is a bit much though, but I cannot tell him to untie me, my mouth still gagged. He kisses the side of my face, and then he undoes the scarf. I exhale hard as a relief, and then I suck my tongue and the inside of my mouth, trying to wet my mouth with as much saliva as I can muster. Then I stretch my mouth wide, and then recover it. I lie flat on the bed, my head on the pillow, and wait for him to undo my restraints.

He exits slowly, and literally pulls the walls of my pussy with it. Then he undoes the ropes, and tosses them on the side of the bed. Then he turns me over so that I look directly at his face. I throw my eyes on his crotch again, and I am impressed with the fact that even after he has had multiple orgasms, he is still sporting a massive erection. He pulls me up on it, and shoves it into my mouth.

I can taste myself on him, and this intrigues me even more. I lick the flavor of me off of him, and then he is fucking my mouth again. This time though, he isn’t forcing himself into my mouth, and I can handle it. He isn’t lodging himself in my throat, so I am not overcome with the urge to hurl. I regain some control of the situation, and I suck on him like a pro. I wouldn’t consider myself an expert, but I do know my way around a cock.

Suddenly he is cumming again, and I wonder just how much semen he has in his rod. It seems to be excessive, too excessive, and I swallow every last drop. Then I lick the head of his cock, and finally it starts to give in. It is flaccid at last, and I suck on this soft meat too. I don’t want it to get hard again, but I really enjoy the feeling of soft cock in my mouth. He seems to understand this, and he just lets me do what I have to, what I want to. Then he is suddenly kissing me on my forehead again, and I suddenly hate this.

After planting a last kiss on my forehead, he gets up and picks up his shorts and the rest of his paraphernalia, and leaves me alone in the bedroom. I cannot believe what just happened, or how it happened, but I am glad that it did. I curl up and fall asleep, completely happy, and thoroughly satisfied. Fucking Tyler was nothing like I expected it to be, and it was certainly different to anything that I had experienced before. But at 18, I didn’t have much experience, so I just put it off to a lesson in lovemaking that I had to learn.

Chapter Five

Come morning I am woken up by the sound of my mother. She is calling me for breakfast, and I really don’t want to go out and face everyone. I don’t even want to face Tyler, still unsure about what happened last night. She is insistent though, and I jump in the shower quickly. Then I wrap myself in a sarong, with no underwear on, and go to the dining room. The whole
family
is there, looking fresh and perky. How is it that they all seem to recover from excessive drinking so quickly, and so well?

I look at Tyler across the table, and he doesn’t look at me. I wonder why, thinking immediately that something that I did last night must have put him off. I can think of nothing though, nothing that I did that he disapproved of. I focus on the food in front of me, needing to eat the hangover away, and needing to speak to Isaiah, to tell him what I have been doing. I cannot resist, needing someone to talk to. It this person comes in the form of my 16-year old brother, then so be it.

“I slept with him!” I say, as soon as I have managed to pull Isaiah alone.

“Who,” he asks. I can see the wheels turning in his eyes quickly. “Charlie?” he teases, pulling my leg obviously.

“No, fuck no…” I say, and then I turn away from him, before I tell him who I mean.

“Tyler? ...but you said…” he starts.

“I know what I said. And it wasn’t like that. I needed to fuck; he needed to fuck, so we fucked!” I dismiss it as just fucking, not needing it to be anything more than that. I know though, deep down, in that place that knows that I really am starting to like him. Maybe it’s just curiosity, who knows. Who the fuck even cares?

“Okay…and how do you feel about this?” Isaiah has the tendency of going all
Dr. Phil
on a person at the oddest times.

“Fuck off, I don’t feel anything… We just fucked, that’s it!”

“So, you fucked your brother…way to go…”

“Fuck off!”

The words ring in my head.
I fucked my brother
! Technically, he’s my step brother, I console myself. I have to admit to myself that there is something twisted about this. Did I do it to get back at my mom, on some level, I wonder? NO, no, that’s not it. I really wanted to fuck him. I really wanted to feel him inside of me. I like to fuck too, so if it wasn’t him, it would have just been somebody else. There is something about the fact that
it was him
, though, something that I find wonderfully intriguing.

The way he fuck me too was fascinating. It awakened urges in me, desires that I did not even know I was capable of. Not until now, that is. I find him completely irresistible too now, wanting him more and more. How though, when he suddenly won’t even look at me. I don’t want to ask him why he suddenly feels the urge to ignore me either, not wanting to come across as a needy child. In two days we will be off this fucking island, and I can go back to my old life.

What is my old life though? I’m done with high-school, and I haven’t even gone to college yet. One gap year became two, and now it is threatening to become three. My mother indulged me for a while, but she cannot look after me forever. And the last thing I want is to end up sleeping on my brother’s couch, working as a waitress. A plan starts to form in my mind.

What if, just what if I can convince Tyler to take me with him to Silicon Valley. What it I can do an internship with his company, and work for my own money until I figure myself out. Then I will have unlimited access to him, and he can teach me his way of fucking, just so that I can notch this up on my lovemaking belt.

Tyler avoids me for the whole day though, and that night, I lie in bed, naked, waiting for him, hoping that he will come in to my room again. He doesn’t come though, and I don’t go to him. I cannot be seen as desperate, not now. But I am desperate, desperate for his cock, and strangely, for his approval. I need him to want me, I need him to need me, I need him.

The day before we are supposed to leave he is still ignoring me. First I thought I was just imagining it, but then I noticed that he spoke to everyone, even Isaiah, just not to me. Suddenly our departure from this island looms over me too soon. I wish suddenly that there could be a storm, anything that might delay the airplane that is coming to fetch us tomorrow. Nothing of the sort seems likely though. I start to panic.

Not the normal sort of panic either. This panic is real, and I don’t know what to do with it, or with myself. I fake a headache and go to my room before dinner, and I start to think, think about everything, about that night that we fucked. I wonder what it was about me that he did not like. Perhaps he just needed to get his rocks off, needing just to empty his sack. Perhaps I too was just another notch on his belt.

This seems likely, with the lack of real intimacy. He did not kiss me, not once, not in the way that matters. He licked my lips, he spat in my mouth. Fuck, he came in my mouth and a swallowed it, more than once. He took my virginity in my ass. I never thought that I would give up my ass so easily but he took it. I wanted him to take it. I hate the fact that I wanted him so much, that I still want him. I hated these feelings even more than I hated the sun.

I really just want to be back in New York now, so that I can get back to raging against the machine, back to my anarchy and mayhem. This isn’t a life though, and if I continue the way I have then I will be arrested and end up in prison. I really don’t have a look for prison, no matter how hard-ass I try to be. Perhaps it is time for me to get those college applications out, I think to myself.

A soft knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. I look up to see Tyler peeping into the doorway. He asks for permission to enter with his eyes. I don’t know what my eyes say, but he comes in anyway. He looks at me, for the longest time, and then sits on the bed. The runs a finger up my arm and I shudder, warming in the places that he knows so well now. 

“So, I’ve been talking to you mom, and my dad… and we think it might be a good idea for you to come back with me, to the Valley, so that I can talk some sense into you, give you a little direction…” He seems to have read my mind, but how?

“What?” is all I can manage, not wanting to appear over enthusiastic, but wanting to hug him and kiss him, knowing somehow that this will not be acceptable.

“If you want to, that is…nobody is forcing you to anything that you don’t want to do…” he says, sounding like he is talking about much more than just whisking me away from the East Coast, and everything I know, everything that is familiar to me.

“What will I do in the Valley, exactly?” I really need to know. I want to know what exactly is being put on the table here. The last thing I want is to go to the West Coast and be used as a sex slave, only to be disregarded after the novelty of me wears off. 

“Nothing that you don’t want to do…” he says, leaving this statement hanging, like ripe fruit on a tree. He pulls me to him, and kisses me on my forehead. Then he leaves me to think about what he is proposing to me.

I know exactly what he is proposing, and I want it, with every part of me. I don’t even care how quickly the novelty wears off, reasoning that I can just go back home and move on with my life anyway.  But I am curious about everything that I can learn from him, learn with him. He has mountains more experience than I do, and I intend to milk it for everything that it is worth.

We all know what curiosity did to the cat, but fuck it, I ain’t no cat. I could be a cat, a tell myself. I could be whatever the fuck Tyler wants me to be. I take my imagined headache with me back to the dining room, where everyone is gathered, still enjoying the last of the Christmas vacation. I look from him to Isaiah, and then from my mother to Charlie. Then, after taking a deep breath, I pull myself together and say the words I know at least two people in the room are dying to hear….

“Okay,…I’ll go…”

THE END