Page 10 of Jealous Stepbrother (Jealous & Possessive #4)

His breathing changes, growing heavier. His fist glides faster over himself. “What did I say when you invited yourself into my room, Scarlett?”

“You told me to leave.”

“How many times?” he bits out.

“A… couple. Maybe more.”

“And? Did you listen, my little slut?”

Face consumed by shame and memory and arousal, I shake my head.

“No, you didn’t. What did you do instead?” he grunts.

“I… I got in-into your bed.”

He pauses for a second, squeezes his eyes shut and a harsh hiss flies from his lips. We stay frozen for a few more seconds.

Then his jaw flexes. “Keep going.”

“You… turned your back on me, but I… I hugged your waist. Then…” My voice trails off as his cock jumps in his fist.

“Then what, Scarlett?”

“Then I sang happy birthday?—”

“Nah, baby. You’re skipping a step, aren’t you? You didn’t just hug my waist, did you?”

“Okay. I… umm… pressed myself against you.”

“Where, princess? Which body part did you use?” he demands.

I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment. “My… breasts,” I mutter.

For several seconds, the only sound in the room is the frantic sound of our ragged breathing. Then I feel him shift.

A second later, I hear a familiar whine and my eyes fly open to see the curtains parting, letting in a thick shaft of bright sunlight. Right across his braced thighs. And my chest.

The rest of our bodies is hidden in half-shadows.

“Show me,” Asher bites out.

“Asher—”

“Show me the tits you tortured me with that night, little sis. Or so fucking help me.”

I grip the hem of my tank and pull it up, baring my heavy breasts to my stepbrother.

He exhales, hard and fast, his bare chest rising and falling as he stares. And stares. And stares.

Then he resumes stroking his cock.

“Did I tell you to stop talking? You seem to be able to keep your hips moving and wriggling just fine. Work that luscious mouth too, hmm.”

“You f-flipped me under you when I was done singing. And then…then…” Memory rains down on me like a summer storm. Warm and drenching in seconds. “You kissed me.”

“How?” he croaks.

I recall everything about our first kiss, have relived it more times than I care to count. Compared it to every mediocre one that followed.

“You were…hungry, almost punishing. It knocked the air out of me, but you…you didn’t stop. You kept going until I th-thought I was going to pass out.”

One arm slams down next to my shoulder as Asher looms even larger over me, the muscles in his arm rippling as he jacks himself off. His heavy balls brush my bare skin with every movement, and I feel myself gush shamelessly.

“Tell me what happened next, pretty girl. Tell me what you made your brother do to you.”

There’s no point protesting innocence now. No point denying it. I wanted him and every forbidden thing we did with the power of a thousand suns.

“You told me I…I’d driven youtothe breaking point. That you knew I was a virgin…that I was on b-birth control. And that you…you…”

“Yeah?” The word is barely coherent, his eyes all fevered, berserk fire, no ice.

“That you were going to f-fuck me bare, the way God intended.”

His nostrils flare wide and several drops of pre-cum shoot from his tip. One lands on my engorged nipple, then slides off down the steep slope of my breast, and Asher makes a tortured sound. My own hips move faster, my thighs squeezing and unclenching.

Illicit pleasure rifles through me and sweet holy hell, I know it’ll take very little to tip me over the edge.

“Scarlett,” he warns.

“You ripped my nightie off, then you orderedmeto sp-spread my legs.”

“Why did I do that?”

“So you could s-see my pretty pink pussy,” I recite it the way he did that night. Or I think I do but he shakes his head once.

“No. Sure, it was the prettiest and loveliest shade of pink I’ve ever seen but I wanted to see how wet you were too, didn’t I? How all that blushing and pretending and mock outrage was just hiding a shameless slut who was wet even before she slid into my bed. And you were, weren’t you, baby sis?”

There’s no use hiding now. Not even now when my bodyisactively betraying me. “Y-yes.”

A shade of fury leaves his face. “Good girl. Now let’s finish.”

“You pulled out your…cock and you told me to look at you as…as you…”

“As I fed you the dick you made hard just by breathing. The dick that’s never soft when you’re around. And what did you do when you kept these luscious thighs open for me and you took my inches like the good little slut you were?”

I don’t tell him how it felt when he stripped me emotionally bare that first time in his bed, how the whole world outside that room vanished the second he pushed inside me for the first time.

Asher is hellbent on exposing every corner of my memory. This one I’m holding back, keeping for myself.

“It hurt. At first. But you ordered me to keep looking into your eyes. A-and you kissed me.”

“Had to shut you up because you wouldn’t stop shrieking. Our parents were down the hall but you didn’t care, did you? Your brother’s cock was stretching your tiny hole, filling you up, and you kept screaming louder and louder until kissing youwasn’tenough, was it?”

I shake my head. “You covered my mouth with your hand and…” God, recalling the shock and the heat and the sheer wrongness that felt so impossibly right robs me of words. How I said his name over and over until he was growling into my ear.

His grip on himself tightens again, and I know he’s close. “And I rammed home into the sweetest, tightest pussy on earth,” he finishes for me. And his voice fractures.

Asher’s breathing like a man about to break. “And how did it feel when I came inside you, Scarlett?”

My mouth goes dry. “Like you owned me.”

“Because I do. Are you going to forget that, baby?”

I shake my head a little too eagerly. Watch his mouthdrop open on another pant.

“Good. Now cup those titties for me like a good little slut. Show me where to put four years of cum I’ve saved just for you.”

My mouth drops open on that raw admission. Is he saying…

“Yes, Scarlett. I’ve waited for you…for this…for four fucking years. I can’t get it up for anyone else but you. So be a good girl and do what your brother says. Keep those eyes on me. And. Cup. Those. Fucking. Tits.”

My hands snap up almost of their own accord. I wrap them around my breasts and smoosh them together, the dark pink nipples pointing straight up at Asher.

He goes feral .

His grip tightens so hard his veined cock turns a darker shade of purple. Pre-cum lubes the steely length and he pistons faster, faster, faster.

Until he breaks.

“Scarlett! Fuck, oh fuck!” He roars, deep and guttural, and his whole body is caught in relentless shudders as hot streaks of cum shoot from his head.

It spills over his hand and splatters over my breasts, my throat, my fingers. Endless streams. All while his eyes are locked on mine the whole time.

For long moments after, all I can hear is our breathing.

His shaft jerks sporadically but he never takes his eyes off my face. When he finally does, it’s to watch the mess he made of my chest.

I’m secretly fascinated by the smug pleasure that suffuses his face as he smears his spend all over me. “I’m half-minded to make you wear my cum all day today.”

My heart lurches, not because it’s a horrifying idea. I’m stunned by how much I want that, too. But I force my head to shake. “No…Asher.”

“Hush,” he interrupts. Then he drops down and brushes a kiss on my forehead, my temple, the tip of my nose. I barely stop myself from angling my mouth toward his.

Then he straightens, and brushes a knuckle down my cheek. “Get up. Breakfast in fifteen. We leave in thirty minutes.”

“What?”

He gets off the bed, pauses for a moment to look down at me again, this time with mocking eyebrows arched. “You’ve got another day at the office, baby sis. And I plan on making it even harder on you than yesterday.”