Page 8 of Screwed
I briefly close my eyes, unable to resist what is happening. “Yes.”
“Oh good girl,” he breathes out. He bites my ear, a bit harder this time as his hands rub my inner thighs. “See you told me and now I’m going to make your fantasy real. I’m going to lay you down, crawl down this unbelievably sexy body and eat the fuck out of that pussy. You are going to come so hard and I’m going to lick up every single drop.”
Holy shit. My heart pounds with excitement as he moves from behind me and crawls down my body. Pushing my legs wide apart, he stares at my pussy, licking his lips, looking like he is about to devour me. An involuntary whimper escapes and he snaps his eyes to me.
“I want you to watch, Jana. Don’t fucking close your eyes,” he demands, before licking a path from my ass to my clit.
He doesn’t touch my clit though and fuck I need him to. The minute he does I’m going to explode. He sucks, licks and even bites every inch of my now painful pussy, except for my clit. It’s driving me crazy, but it feels so fucking good.
He does another long lick and this time he connects with my clit. My hips try to lift up, but his strong hands are pinning them down.
“Oh my God,” I moan as his incredibly talented tongue licks at a speed I can’t even describe. Digging his fingers into my thighs, he sucks my clit into his mouth and I explode. “Holy shit,” I scream out as my orgasm tears through me.
It’s an endless orgasm, stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. Just as he promised, he continues to lick me until I return to reality.
Looking up at me, mouth wet from my release, he licks his lips. “Fucking delicious.”
I drop my head back, unable to look at him any longer. My mind starts racing with everything that just happened and my post orgasmic bliss vanishes in a flash. This is so wrong on so many different levels.
What the hell happens now? He walks out of here and we pretend this never happened? Friends with benefits? I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“Shawn, what happens now?” I ask, feeling so small.
He climbs up the bed and lies next to me. “That’s up to you sweetheart,” he says with a grin.
I shake my head and look up at the ceiling. “I don’t exactly think you’re the relationship kind of guy.”
He laughs, a full on hard laugh and I slowly turn my head to him. “You’ve got that right. I don’t do relationships. They’re messy, complicated, and pointless.”
“So what you just fuck women and walk away?” I ask, feeling a little hurt.
He reaches over and rubs his thumb on my cheek. “Sweetheart, I’m all about fantasy. No one gets hurt, because that’s all it is, a fantasy.”
I roll onto my side and study his face. The hard, rough expression he normally has is replaced by this tender, vulnerable look. I’ve got to believe there is more to him than what he shows the world.
“I think us being, well what we are, it complicates things.” I take a deep breath and roll onto my back. “No, it’s not complicated, it’s wrong. We can’t do anything Shawn.”
I know it’s the right thing to say, so why the hell am I sad about it? He’s my stepbrother for fucks sake.
“Jana, look at me,” he gently asks. I turn my head and he smiles. “You overthink things.”
“It’s not over thinking Shawn. You’re my stepbrother and I’m lying in bed with you for fucks sake,” I say and cover my face, feeling utterly embarrassed.
He pulls my hands down, pinning them between us. “I’m not this guy Jana. I’m not going to lay here and convince you to do something. Being your stepbrother means nothing. I’m not fucking related to you, I didn’t grow up with you. I don’t know you.”
“So what are you saying?” I ask, getting sucked into his blue eyes.
“I’m saying if you want to play out your fantasies and mine, all you need to do is ask,” he says before sitting up.
I pull the covers over me to cover up as he pulls his shirt back on. “Wait, what the hell does that mean?”
He smirks and bends down wrapping his hands in my hair. He’s a breath away from my lips and it has my pulse racing.
“I’m saying I have fantasies about you and I’d like to play them out. I’d like to play yours out too. But you need to know it’s nothing more than that.”
The pull I feel to him right now is undeniable. It makes me want to play out every fantasy I’ve ever had. “Will you tell me what you want?” I ask, feeling brave.
“Some I’ll tell you, some I’ll want you to come up with. I’ll do the same for you, but you need to talk to me if we do this Jana. I don’t play that fucking guessing game. You want my mouth on your wet pussy, you need to say that. You want me to fuck you in front of your best friend, I need to know. It’s playing fantasies, not playing games,” he explains, tightening his grip on my hair. “Is this what you want, Jana? You want to play?”
