SAFE: A Stepbrother Romance (13 page)

“I’m
not surprised,” Jillian said, completely in awe of the guy.

Derek
gave her a big smile and gestured with both hands to his cock which she thought
might have been nearly a third thicker than Brad’s and a couple inches longer.

 
“Climb on board, baby.”

She
laughed. He sounded like the asshole jocks she had gone to high school with
even though she knew he was nothing like them.

She
was completely back to reality now, her ass burning with the strength of a
thousand degree sunburn to prove it. She sashayed over to him and, as he had
ordered, climbed on board. She swung one leg over and let him take her by the
waist and guide her over his cock before slowly lowering her down. He was
strong enough to hold her weight easily and completely control the pace of her
descent. A brief chill raced up her back when she felt the head of his dick
push against her wet folds. When his cock started to enter her, she immediately
felt the piercing and the girth of his shaft. She was completely stretched
around him. She was thankful he wasn’t the one who would be fucking her ass.

As
if he read her mind, Derek gave her an evil grin, “Next time Brad and I switch
spots.”

Jillian
closed her eyes and mumbled something about assholes not being large enough for
cocks the size of baseball bats.

From
next to her, Brad told Jillian to look over at a blonde girl giving head to a
guy who was having a conversation with another man. “She had a baseball bat up
her ass last time the Red Sox won the world series. It was her homage to them.”

Jillian
wondered if this crazy new world she was a part of would ever run out of things
to shock her with.

When
she somehow took all of Derek’s cock inside, she expected him to immediately
start fucking her. He wasn’t in a hurry though. He reached up to grab her tits
as if he had missed them while he was spanking her. Pulling on them, he forced
her to lean over his face so he could give them the same rough treatment with
his mouth as before. He nibbled at her breasts for a few moments before finally
releasing them only to grab her still throbbing ass in his hands and squeeze
hard enough to make her scream.

“You
okay, baby girl?” Brad asked, already standing behind her.

“Ow,
ow, ow!” she answered while Derek kept kneading her ass.

“She
sounds a-okay to me,” Derek laughed.

Jillian
heard Brad chuckle and then the unmistakable sound of his zipper going down and
his pants hitting the floor. Derek let go her sore ass to Brad and satisfied
himself with twiddling her nipples while Brad got ready to join in. He used her
breasts to pull her into position until her torso was parallel with his.

First
Brad removed the plug from her ass. Then he slowly eased his cock into her
already stretched hole. While he pounded her ass plenty of times with a dildo
in her pussy, it still felt completely different with Derek’s cock in there.
When Brad was all the way inside her, he gave a happy sigh, took her hips in
his hands, ready to start fucking her. She looked gorgeous with her head thrown
back and her dark hair rippling down her creamy skin. The roundness of her ass,
the fullness of her hips, and the two perfect dimples on either side of the
base of her spine were especially pronounced in this position. Jillian let out
a chirping yelp the moment his hips smacked against her, his cock stuffing her
full.

When
he felt like she’d had time to acclimate to the two cocks, he eased out nearly
all the way before pushing back in. He kept up a slow and steady pace for a few
minutes, while Derek held her still. When he felt like he had a good rhythm
established, he nodded the okay to Derek to start moving too. He transferred
his handhold on her from her hips to her ass, taking his usual firm grip. Derek
grabbed her hips and started rocking her along his shaft in time with Brad’s
thrusts. Jillian didn’t have to do anything. The two men controlled her body
without her needing to think about it at all leaving her entirely free to focus
on how it felt to have them both deep inside her at the same time.

Immediately
she knew it wouldn’t be long before she would come. There was absolutely no
missing her pleasure spots between the piercing on Derek’s dick and the shear
amount of real estate they took up in her body.

“Can
I come?” she asked, wanting to get permission ahead of time.

“Already?”
Brad was shocked.

If
she hadn’t been so overwhelmed, she would have giggled at his tone. But she
barely had the wherewithal to respond. “No,” she grunted out. “Soon.”

Brad
gave her already punished ass a hard slap without missing a beat with his
strokes. “No, not soon. I’ll let you know. I didn’t organize all this only to
let you come two minutes in.”

He
spanked her again for good measure, getting her right where her ass was the reddest.
She barely made a sound. Brad suspected her body had simply run out of room for
input sensations, though he wasn’t sure if such a thing was possible.

His
smacks on her tender ass helped her though. Her ass was one big throbbing mass
of pain, and while being fucked in both holes certainly helped her deal with
it, his hand on her butt hurt like hell.

“But
I want to come!” she whined, grinning when she got two more hard spanks.

“Dude,
she’s playing you. She wants you to smack her ass.”

Jillian
looked at Derek with a hurt expression for telling on her. Brad only laughed.
“Yeah, I figured that out. She’s usually very disciplined unless she wants some
punishment.”

Not
really all that surprised Jillian’s orgasm was building so fast, he gave
another hard slap to her ass every few thrusts. Her boil was kept to a simmer,
and she knew when she was finally allowed to come, it was going to be beyond
explosive.

Brad
started increasing his pace, having a hard time holding back since he was used
to being able to go all out inside her. She and Derek handled the change in
speed fine and he kept on pumping faster and faster. Pretty soon Brad was
thrusting in hard enough that his pelvis hitting her ass was all the pain she
needed to not climax like a firework.

It
wasn’t long until even the continued abuse of her ass wasn’t enough to keep her
orgasm at bay. Feeling it ebb closer and closer, she tightened up her inner
muscles to try and catch it causing both men to groan and hold her even tighter
at the same time. She kept milking their cocks with her pussy, each time she
clenched, her climax built stronger and faster. Like a tidal wave building to
an inevitable crest.

“You
go ahead, baby,” Brad said, his voice raspy and out of breath. “You come
whenever you’re ready. I won’t be far behind.”

Thankful
she had permission, she grabbed hold of Derek’s chest and started pushing back
to meet both of their thrusts when suddenly two men with huge cocks pounding
into her wasn’t enough. Her greedy body wanted more. With her eyes closed, she
completely forgotten the rest of the club and all the watching spectators.

The
entire world outside her bubble of the three of them had ceased to exist. Every
molecule of her being was centered on the storm inside her being stroked by Brad
and Derek. It whirled ever closer, ever faster, until it finally erupted over
her like a typhoon, slamming into her with wave after wave of bliss and
satisfaction.

Brad
came immediately after she did, his cock spurting inside her adding to her own tremors.
Finally Derek let himself go, the force of his climax lifting his hips so high
off the bench he would have unseated Jillian if he hadn’t been holding her
tight enough to leave bruises.

Her
arms, week as strings of spaghetti, collapsed as she slumped on top of Derek
like a wet rag. He was breathing heavy, every breath lifting her up and down as
if she were bobbing like a cork in the ocean or resting on a giant bear of a
man.

Brad
joined onto the pile, sandwiching Jillian between the two spent, exhausted men.
She couldn’t remember ever feeling safer, more loved, or more cherished.
Curling an arm around Derek’s head, she lightly rubbed his scalp. Reaching
behind, she rested her other arm against Brad’s thigh.

Then,
with barely enough volume for either of them to hear, she thanked them both,
content to stay where she was until the end of time.

Jillian
made her way out of the club to put their bag of toys into the car as Brad said
good bye to a few people inside. She wanted him to come with her, but it was
his last order for the night and she wasn’t about to question her dominant.

She
clutched her long coat a little tighter as a gust of cool night air twisted up
her bare legs. The stars speckled across the night sky shined bright even under
the dim yellow flood light of the club. Jillian took a moment to let it all in.
Everything seemed so…right to her. For the first time in her life she felt like
all her missing puzzle pieces had been filled.

 
Finally, she was beginning to make sense of
all her feelings for Brad. They didn’t seem as unnatural and forbidden anymore.
As soon as her father accepted their relationship the weight on her shoulders
was lifted. And the more she thought about it the more she knew her father was
right—life is too short to not be with the one you love.

Jillian
closed her eyes and drew a deep breath in. She loved the feeling of cool air
filling her lungs. She drew another breath in. This time it was stifled.

First
she felt confusion. She fought to draw in the breath, nothing.

Then
panic.

Her
heart lurched in her chest as she felt the wet cloth clamp tighter around her
mouth. A strong grip held her in place around her waist.

“You
bitch. Did you think I’d forget about you?” Jillian would recognize the
scratchy gruff voice from anywhere.

It
sent ice through her veins.

Goyle.

She
let out a muffled scream against the cloth, but knew it wouldn’t be loud enough
to be heard from inside the club. Her training kicked in without a thought as
she thrust a sharp elbow behind her and into the side of his ribs. He let out a
pained grunt into her ear. His breath was hot against her skin, sending shivers
down her neck.

“You
think I’d forget what happened last time? This time I brought a little
something extra,” Jillian could hear the smile in his voice as her vision
started to blur. “You’re a feisty little bitch, but I’m going to get what I
want.”

She
was quickly becoming more and more disoriented, but still managed to notice her
feet dragging against the ground as he pulled her into the shadows. She dug her
feet into the concrete, grabbed his arm and flung all her weight in an attempt
to Judo throw him to the ground. It was no use. She was too weak and rapidly
getting weaker. But he did lift off the ground a bit, enough to allow her to
spin around and see where he was dragging her. A grungy white van. The back
doors were wide open like the gaping mouth of a monster leading into darkness.

“One
way or another I’m going to get your daddy’s money. If I can’t fuck it out of
you
. I’ll bribe it out of
him
.” Her vision was getting darker. She
couldn’t make out any more stars and she could barely make out the yellow flood
light from the entrance of the club. She had to do something.

Reaching
up to his hand, she grabbed his finger and wrenched it back. Goyle let out a
gruff yelp as his finger snapped back. The cloth fell to the ground and gave
Jillian just enough time to gulp in a huge breath of fresh air. Her fists
clenched as she spun around to face her attacker, but as soon as she began to
turn her knees gave out. She hit the ground with a heavy thud and steadied
herself for a moment as she desperately tried to keep from passing out.

Goyle
clutched at his hurt hand before reaching down and grabbing her ankle, dragging
her a little closer to the back of the van. The tips of her fingers scraped
against the concrete as she tried to push away from him.

That’s
when she saw a dark figure lunge at Goyle from the peripheral of her blurry
vision. It was another man. He was fast and strong. Goyle launched into the
door of the van as the man clocked him with a solid blow to the chin.

It
took Jillian a moment to steady her vision before she realized it was the man
who had been protecting her her entire life.

Brad.

He
grabbed the collar of Goyle’s jacket and slammed him against the door before
launching a barrage of punches against his face. Goyle didn’t stand a chance. Brad
was in a near rage and if Jillian was being honest a part of her was
frightened. To her, he was always a large teddy bear. But now he was
unrelenting, ferocious…and ready to kill.

She
knew she had to stop Brad before he ended up killing him. Her knees wobbled as
she stood to a half crouching position, trying to muster up the energy to stand
and pull him off Goyle. That’s when Drake, the bouncer the size of a house,
came out of nowhere and yanked Brad off him.

“That’s
enough man. He’s done.”

Goyle
fell to the ground in a crumpled mess, bleeding and panting for breath. As soon
as the threat was eliminated Brad turned his attention to Jillian.

She
clutched at him as her breath finally started to calm, her vision slowly
sharpening. She looked up at him with a smile as the backdrop of stars slowly
came back into view.

“That
son of a bitch is going to jail for a long time now.” Brad reassured her.

“I’m
not afraid.” Jillian’s face calmed to a warm smile. “I’ll never be afraid as
long as you’re with me.” Brad brushed a curl of hair behind her ear as they
both listened to the distant sound of sirens approaching.

Jillian’s
eyes welled with tears as she finally felt what she’d been looking for.

It
grabbed a hold of her with the strength and comfort of Brad’s hands. It stared
at her with the softness of his eyes and reassured her with the certainty of
his strength.

The
hurricane had finally passed and left her with calm seas.

She
was safe.