Stepbrother Charming(51)

Ty swoops away from my lips and begins stamping fresh kisses down my neck. I gasp pure delight at the sensation, wondering how low he's going to go. He shows me an instant later, shoving my blouse aside, sucking deep into my neck while his hands wander up and squeeze my breasts.

My knees drop out. I'd seriously hit the floor if it wasn't for his strong arms holding me up, and the pressure of that seriously mean dick grinding between my legs.

I don't know how I'll die first if he doesn't give it to me soon. Will I burst into flames, or just drown from the bottom up?

I want him. I fucking need him. And I never, ever want him to let go, no matter how harsh and crazy things get with our messed up family.

“Ty, Ty, Ty...” His name hisses out like a mantra, all I can do to keep myself grounded.

I'll never live it down if I pass out again while we're this close. I'm not drunk this time – not on liquor – but I'm definitely intoxicated by his touch, his taste, his divine scent.

Ty steps back, points to my shirt, and then grabs my hips. “Take that thing off for me now. I'm gonna work your pussy twice as hard while you strip.”

Holy shit. Before, his orders just made me see red, but now I'm tugging at my shirt like it's made of poison ivy, desperate to drop it on the floor.

Ty's falls to his knees and jerks down my jean shorts. When he spots the wetness on my panties, he stops and smiles, then lowers his face to the wet spot like a target and grabs my black lace with his teeth.

Typical virgin. I practically orgasm right on the spot before he's even licked me. I don't know how I can possibly be more sensitive than yesterday, but I am, maybe more so this time because there's not a trace of anything from a bottle scrambling my system.

My boobs fall out and catch his hungry eyes. I'm about to work off the bra when loud, wooden thunder claps next to us.

Oh, no. Oh, Jesus Christ.

“Claire? Ty? Are you two both in there?” Mom's voice calls out less than a second after knocking at the door.

Ty gives me one quick glance and then he's off, grabbing at my clothes with one hand, and carrying me over his shoulder with the other. Ripping open his closet door, he points to a narrow space between a couple boxes and an old guitar with his eyes.

“Cover your nose and mouth. It's not too dusty, babe, but you've gotta stay quiet.”

He pushes the door shut just as Mom calls my name again.

“Coming. Give me a damned second.” It's all he needs to throw on a shirt and straighten his shorts.

I cringe when I think about my mother seeing that huge dick peeking out of his pants. That's right – the same one that was about to fuck me, if only the fates hadn't conspired to keep it away from me again.

“Ty!” Mom sounds oddly surprised. “Have you seen your sister anywhere?”

“She went out for a long walk. That's all I know.”

There's a long pause. I can practically see Mom's eyes studying him, checking for truth. I keep my hand pressed tight over my mouth, anything to avoid breathing a little too loudly or coughing when I shouldn't and blowing my hiding place.

“Hm. I suppose I'll wait until she returns. Listen, I'm really sorry for everything your father's putting you through. I tried to change his mind.”

“I don't need your fucking sympathy. My old man's an asshole, plain and simple. You'll figure it out too with a little time, Mandy.”#p#分页标题#e#

“We'll have to agree to disagree about that, young man.” Mom says smartly, mustering her sharp Congress tone. “You know, whatever life has in store for you, it'll go so much smoother if you just find a way to relax. You don't need to be so angry and on edge all the time. Chill.”

I almost laugh. I've never heard her use that word, and it's so fucking out of place while I'm standing here half-naked and wet, every part of me still pleading to fuck my step-brother when it's the most reckless thing I can possibly do.

“Whatever, Congresswoman. I'll work on that. Now, if you'll kindly go pester some lobbyists or something, I've got shit to do.”

The door slams shut a second later. I listen closely for Mom's footsteps, feeling them synched to my thudding heartbeat. There's a new bitter lump lodged deep in my throat, and I'm choking on the cold realization of just how fucked up things really are.

God damn it. It won't let up – will it?

If I needed a sign from the heavens that I'm about to screw the pooch even harder, it's this. I'm not meant to fuck him. I'm supposed to sit quietly until he mopes away from the house and I never see him again. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll end up getting my pussy stamped by some nice, clean boy with a six figure salary and one lonely, carefully concealed bunny tattoo.

Ty marches over and rips the closet open a second later. I'm pulling at my clothes, trying to cover up my nakedness, feeling the heat rush out of me.