Holding Emma through her orgasm was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever done in my life. When her body stopped trembling, I slid back onto the bench and cradled her on my lap. I couldn’t help but think about how fucking good she felt in my arms, and how this—this moment of having her in my arms—would be the perfect way to end every night.
Chapter 11
Emma
I couldn't believe it. I was pinned to a hot tub wall, coming apart at the seams. My stepbrother's erection pressed against the cleft of my ass and his lips murmured sweet, filthy nothings into my ear. Who the hell was this woman I'd turned into? She lived for the pleasure humming along her nerves, sensual and completely shameless, her every move charged with eroticism. It was her who twisted in Ford's arms to unlace his swim trunks and shove her hand inside. It was her who stroked that huge, hard cock just to feel it throb in her grasp, imagining it somewhere else.
And I realized … I loved this. I felt lewd and greedy and more alive than ever before. My muscles still trembled with the aftershocks of my orgasm, but it had only whetted my appetite. I couldn't care less that Ford was my stepbrother anymore. All that mattered was the new Emma he'd brought out of me—and his willingness to satisfy her.
“More already?” he purred. “You must be pretty pent up.”
Damn right I am. I've been dying to get my hands on this massive thing since day one. The pleased, possessive note in his voice made me shudder. If it meant him talking to me like that, I wanted to let Ford master me. I wanted him to wear me out like the plaything I was.
“Well … that sounds like something I can take care of. Check the edge of the hot tub behind me.”
With only a little reluctance, I let go of his cock and did as he ordered. My fingers found the smooth foil of a condom packet. That arrogant son of a—! Sweet heat bloomed up my spine, and I couldn't help but laugh. “You just assumed we'd be screwing up here?”
“Like I said, sweetheart, I know you.” He tangled his hand in my hair and tilted my head back, just enough to expose my throat. Anticipation jolted through me. “Normally I'd drag this out, tell you to be patient, but I'm done waiting to have you.” Suddenly, he sat back, pulling me into his lap. I squirmed to get oriented and straddled his hips. “Fuck yourself on my cock, Emma. Show me what you think about when you're alone at night.”
I didn't need to be told twice. I fumbled to tear open the condom, rolled it on, and sank down with a cry. He was fucking huge, and I made a desperate sound as I struggled to fit all of him inside.
“Take your time,” he said, through gritted teeth. “Goddamn, you’re tight. That cunt is strangling my dick. Go easy, sweetheart.”
As ordered, I took my time, drawing a deep breath of fresh air, and relaxing my inner muscles so my body could accept the invasion I’d been desperately craving. Once he was fully buried, I let out a cry of relief at the same time I heard him curse. Slowly, carefully, I eased myself up and down and found my rhythm. Despite all my concerns about our parents discovering our secret, about Celeste, about this summer, I let him shove his giant cock into me, and I rode him with everything I had.
Finally, I could have my fill of Ford. There was nowhere else we needed to be right now, nobody to interrupt us or wonder where we'd gone. Again and again, I impaled myself on his length as hard as I could, squeezing his legs with mine. My wet hands clung and slipped on his broad, muscled shoulders. His black hair stuck to his forehead with water and sweat. His dripping hand came up to trace my jaw, my neck, my heated pulse, leaving streaks of wetness that cooled rapidly in the still night air. Our bodies steamed as if we were boiling the hot tub around us.
“Come for me, Emma,” Ford said. “You're already close, aren't you? Your sweet cunt is clenching around me … it feels so damn incredible.”
Unable to speak, I answered him with a high, lilting moan. My thighs trembled as I rose up and drove down, spearing his cock right into that perfect spot inside me. He gripped my hips to help me move even faster. A noise like a sob tore from my throat. It felt so good, so intense, it bordered on painful. Whether I held back or let loose, I was almost afraid I'd pass out either way.
“That's it, sweetheart. You can do it. Let me feel you come.” His mouth came down to bite and suck at my neck, never faltering in his thrusts. My whole being melted and coiled up all at the same time, so close, couldn’t stop now, oh my fucking God…
Overwhelming pleasure broke me apart. I collapsed on top of Ford, my senses slowly drifting back together, shivering at the feel of him pulsing inside me. But he didn't let me rest for long. “I'm not done with you yet.” He breathed into my ear. His arms slipped around me, one behind my shoulders and one under my knees.