Page 82 of Stutter

“Are those… stars?” he asks.

I nod.They glow.

“That’s fucking cool.” He holds his arms out to me, and I go to him, kicking off my boots. I settle beside him, laying my head on his bicep as we look up at the terrible constellations I created on my ceiling. We lay there, patiently waiting, as the sun goes down completely, and the first few stars begin to glow and my sleep light turns on behind my cellos, casting slightly eerie shadows but none that make me feel frightened. He rubs his large hand up and down my side, and when I gaze up at him, my heart stutters.

There’s a serious look on his face, one I’ve never seen before when he isn’t being a growly asshole towards someone, and I slide up to reach him. Our lips meet and even though we’ve kissed thousands of times, this one feels different. It feels heavy with need and… validation. Desire pools between my thighs when his lips part and I get the first taste of him. Our tongues collide, deepening our kiss, and his hand goes to my head, clutching my hair between his fingers. With his other hand he hikes my thigh over his torso, sliding back down to grab the meat of my thigh and slowly inching his fingers upward, over the silk of the tights I’m wearing, pushing up my skirt and tearing into my tights. I’m so glad I decided to forego my panties.

All I am, is lost in the sensations he creates within me.

Always good. Always so fucking good.

“I love you,” I moan between kisses. “I need you.”

“And I need you, baby.” He bites at my lower lip, tugging it into his mouth, his kiss becomes more frantic, needier, as though it’s not enough. He dips a finger into me from behind, barely knuckle deep and groans when he feels what how wet he makes me. “Can I fuck you like this? Please, baby?”

As if I’d tell him no. I moan into his mouth, barely lifting my lower half so he can get undressed, hearing the zipper of his jeans smoothly go down the teeth and he fumbles quickly without letting go of me, only tightening his grip on my hip. I hike up my thigh higher as he reaches over me to plunge two thick fingers into my pussy. The squelching noise is obscene, but it makes him groan.

“Fuck Ilovethat.”

He pulls his fingers out only to shift slightly and the tip of him enters me, hot, hard and so fucking thick, I moan out his name.

“That’s right, baby. Just let me fuck you,” he moves my thigh over his forearm, both hands on my hip and he thrusts, so deep and delicious. We’re face to face, side by side, and I am so enamored by this man. The strong cut of his jaw, his lengthy lashes, the lust in those autumn eyes. “Take off your shirt. Please, baby, I need to taste you.”

It’s an awkward movement since I’m still on my side but off goes the lacey long sleeve shirt I’m wearing and I unclasp my bra, throwing it who knows where, then settle back how we were. My arm goes around his head and clutch him to my breast as his tongue seeks my nipples, latching on and sucking, his tongue curls and swirls with each thrust. One hand leaves my hip, and I feel his fingers going to where we’re joined from behind me.

“So fucking wet, Raven baby. You’re so fucking wet every time I get in your little hole. Fuckingdripping.”

I should feel ashamed of how true that is, instead I push down when he thrusts upward, and I reach between us to stroke my clit.

“There you go baby, play with your pretty little clit. Fuck, I want to lick it. I love eating your pussy. But I want to eat your creamy come. I want to taste it over every flavor we have at dinner. I want to be able to smell it after my shower. Fuck you make me so sick for you.”

“Jonas!” I cry out, grinding my hips down on him. The pleasure builds, and I chase after it, needing it more than air. My orgasm rips through me when he forces my hip down further, shoving deep inside me, fucking harder.

“God, yes. Good fucking girl, keep coming for me. Give me all of it so I can clean it up. Fuck I can feel you trying to milk my dick. I’m such a slave for this pussy, baby. For you. The way she tastes, the way she feels wrapped around my dick, the way she squirts for me, creams for me, comes for me. Fuck, I love you.”

He doesn’t flip me on my back, only slides out of me and down, keeping me in this same position, still on my side, burying his face between my thighs and when he’s done cleaning everything I gave him, he rises to his knees behind me, finding my hole with the tip of his dick, and shoves every inch in one hard stroke, until his hips are flush against my ass. He lifts my leg, draping it over his thigh, grabbing onto it and slams into me over and over again.

I look up at the demigod through my lashes as every muscle in his torso tightens, he looks so fucking serious, drinking the image of me at his mercy in like a depraved madman. “Say it, baby. Say it.”

I know what he needs. “I love you.”

He’s so fierce like this. His jaw ticks, watching every ripple, every bounce of my skin meeting his, slapping away so loudly. He spanks me only for him to grip the fat of my thigh harder and I repeat myself, over and over with each thrust, commemorating him to memory. He throws his head back, shaking it then looks back down at me, almost sneering but his eyes are so dark and full of lust it makes me come again and that drives him over the edge, filling me with so much cum I can feel it leak out of me before he’s even pulling out to lay beside me and tugging me to his chest again.

“I’m so fucked for you.” He pants, grinning down at me.

There’s a knock at the door. “Raven?”

I sit up, pulling the comforter over me at the sound of Axel’s voice. Jonas gets out of bed, uncaring about his state of undress and opens the door, in all his glory, our cum still coating his softened dick.

Axel looks at him, me, Jonas’ dick and back at me. He sucks in his cheeks and then before turning to leave he says, “Dinner’s almost ready. We’ll be downstairs waiting for you.”

Closing my bedroom door, Jonas has a smug smile on his face, almost too pleased with himself.

You didn’t have to state your claim like that.

“State my claim? Baby you’ve been mine. I’m just reminding him who you belong to. Just like I’ll remind any motherfucker that even tries to look at or talk to you who you belong to. Don’t like the way I do it? Don’t be so fucking friendly.”

He’s my stepbrother.

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