When it was over, I pulled away choking and gagging, struggling to keep down his load.
But Mr. Gladiator wasn’t done with me. He threw me down on the bed and then pulled me onto all fours. I heard him grab something off the nightstand next to the bed and heard the rustling of plastic. A condom.
His breathing was ragged as he put it on. I was amazed that his cock was still rock hard. I must have really turned him on.
He mounted me, and when he plunged his cock into me, I let out a shocked gasp. He felt so enormous inside me, spreading my hole as wide as it could go.
He began humping me, going balls deep, slowly at first to allow me to adjust, but then he began to pick up speed.
I cried out as he penetrated the depths of my insides. I felt his strong hands wrap around my neck as he lightly choked me. He brought his lips to my neck, kissing and nibbling passionately as he pounded my pussy.
The bed was shaking, rumbling like thunder, mixing in with the bass music in the background. Sweat formed over my body, mixing with his.
He growled softly in my ear as our flesh clapped together. Even while the fire grew inside my stomach, there was a growing sense of familiarity that began to overtake me.
His chiseled thighs slammed into my ass, making music to my ears. My thighs began to tremble violently, my insides quivering from his vicious assault.
After one last brutal thrust, he let out a strangled cry as he blasted his seed inside me, thankfully within the condom.
Like earlier, my body was rocked with nuclear blasts, my stomach expanding and contracting rapidly, my limbs shuddering.
He collapsed onto the bed next to me, his breathing ragged, his powerful chest covered in a sheen of sweat.
“That was insane,” he said, his first full sentence since he took me into the room.
The sudden realization hit me like a freight train. I thought I knew that voice. I stared at him in horror as I recognized that chiseled jawline and proud nose, seemingly for the first time, the pieces falling into place.
My hands shaking, I snatched the gladiator mask from his face and gasped.
“Stefan?” I asked breathlessly with disbelief.
Stefan sat up in the bed, his face as white as a ghost. “Bella?” Shock laced his deep voice. “What are you doing here? I thought you were going to Guilford.”
I sat there in a daze, not responding. How could we have been so clueless? Here we were, two childhood step-siblings, and we hadn’t recognized each other because of simple costumes? The masks weren’t even all that damn good.
“Bella?”
“I lied,” I whispered. “I told you I was going to Guilford so you wouldn’t know where I was.”
Stefan’s handsome face twisted in confusion, and it took effort for me not to stroke his powerful jawline. “Why?”
“The real question is why are you here?”
Stefan stared at me, his eyes briefly falling to my chest. I felt sort of self-conscious in front of him with my tits in front of his face, even though we'd just had sex. What was the use of covering up when he had just ravaged me?
Either way, I folded my arms across my breasts and scowled at him expectantly.
Stefan scratched at his neck. “I got in a huge fight back at South State. Broke a guy’s nose. His family threatened to press charges if I didn't transfer schools.” He stared at me, a hurt expression in his eyes. “I don’t know why you never called me to cheer me up.”
I looked away from his gaze. “I never knew anything about it,” I replied.
“You didn’t?”
“Nope. Since I came here, I've kept my conversations with Mom very brief. She… I didn’t want to explain everything to her.”
Stefan made a face. “That’s news to me.”
I became quiet as the bass from the music outside the room filled the silence.
“Stefan,” I said quietly.
“Yeah?”
“What have we done?”
Stefan seemed to understand immediately. “Let’s not lie about it anymore, Bella. We did what we have wanted to do for a long time.”
The answer hit me like a sledgehammer. This whole time, I had been somewhat unsure if Stefan truly wanted me. Now, I knew without a doubt.
“There’s no way we didn’t recognize each other through these costumes,” Stefan continued, placing a gentle hand on my arm. “I think, on a subconscious level, we both ignored the obvious because we wanted so badly to be together.”
It was probably true. As I had pondered before, how could we not have known? The answer was simple: because we didn’t want to.
As I thought about what we had just done, a horrible sense of shame began to descend upon me.
“This was wrong,” I whispered. “Horribly wrong.”
“Why? We both wanted it and are two consenting adults.”