Wearing Him Down

His groan is guttural. A surrender.

And then my stepbrother is kissing me for the first time.

A firework explodes and blossoms in my belly, my thoughts blurring into swipes of color and sound. His texture is rough and smooth, all at the same time, his nighttime beard abrading my chin while his tongue gentles me from the inside. I’m his human sacrifice. This is where I want to die, beneath him on the couch, being conquered by his mouth. And Lord, does he conquer. The sounds of hunger coming from deep in his chest and throat coax my whimpers to life as he angles his head one way, then the other, tasting me deeply and without gentleness. All the while, he drags his erection side to side against my right hip, rubbing that turgid flesh there, growing more insistent until he’s humping me.

Finally, he breaks the kiss with a growl and presses his forehead to mine. “I’ve spent a year wondering what you’d taste like when I finally pried those pretty lips open and tongued you, Sienna. Somehow you’re even sweeter than I ever imagined.” He licks into my mouth, groaning as our tongues meet and rub against each other. “The first time we met, you kissed my cheek with these sweet, pink lips and I almost turned my head and ate you alive, right in front of our parents. I’ve hungered for this fucking mouth, princess. Every word that comes out of it, every piece of food it chews, has been a taunt aimed directly at me.”

His words are a symphony for my senses. “I’ve just been waiting to give it to you.”

“Make no mistake, your mouth has been mine this whole time.” He frames my jaw with a hand. “All fucking mine.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“That goes for every single inch of you. From the crown of your head to your pinkie toes.” His hand tightens just a touch on my jaw, tilting my head up so I meet his eyes. “You are your brother’s perfect little princess.”

If I thought the ache between my legs was bad before, I had no idea how much worse it could get. Every word out of Grant’s mouth makes my core clench and produce moisture. I’m wet and quaking inside my bikini bottoms, unable to keep my thighs still where they circle Grant’s hips. “Are you…all mine, though?” I ask, giving voice to the concern that has plagued me since I can remember. “Or are there other, um…”

For a beat, he seems almost perplexed by my question, but understanding dawns and immediately gives way to disbelief. “Other women don’t exist for me, Sienna,” he says harshly, as if the very idea of touching anyone else disgusts him. Knowing he’s been faithful to the relationship I’ve pined for in my head makes me pine all the harder for him to possess me fully.

“I hurt all over,” I gasp. “I need…”

“Shhh,” he breathes against my mouth, his hand dropping away from my jaw. “I take care of you in every single way. And very soon, Sienna, you’re going to find out what it means to take care of me, too. It’s how you’ll spend your mornings, nights and weekends. Taking care of me from your back or hands and knees.”

Another firework goes off below my belly button. Pow. “I want to start now,” I sob.

“No. I’ve made my vow and I won’t break it,” he grits out, robbing me of thought with another hard kiss. “It’s bad enough that I’m dry fucking your half-naked little body.” My disagreements are stemmed when I hear a buzz. It’s almost imperceptibly quiet, but I can feel the vibration in Grant’s hand. It goes through me and makes me moan. “But I can’t deny my princess something she needs, so open your thighs and let me satisfy my girl’s virgin pussy.”

I follow his instructions blindly, staring down the writhing length of my body, marveling over the size difference between me and my stepbrother. How much leashed power his body radiates as he moves to one side, reaches down between my spread legs and gently, so, so gently touches the speeding vibrator to my clitoris through the bikini bottoms.

My scream is so unexpected, it gets trapped in my throat. Flames lick up my torso and I can’t fill my lungs. My thighs shoot together, but Grant takes away the mind-blowing buzz when I do that, so I open them again and whimper for more.

“Look at those pretty schoolgirl tits,” he says hoarsely. “Spilling out of that tiny bikini. I’d love to fuck you blind right now, princess.”

“Yes.” I twist my fingers in his shirt. “Yes.”

“Did your pussy get wet parading around in front of me wearing nothing but strings?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, I know, little girl.” He slides the vibrator inside my bikini bottoms and presses it down hard on my clitoris. “I can feel it.”