Page 14 of Jealous Stepbrother (Jealous & Possessive #4)

HUNGER & PRIVATE SHRINES

Asher

M y bedroom.

The only place she hasn’t seen in the penthouse.

I didn’t…couldn’t allow it before. Not without throwing her down and fucking her on every surface.

I kick the door shut behind us and set her down, pull her back to my front as she spins around and slowly takes everything in.

The massive bed that’s felt lonelier than reclusive monk for four long years and even lonelier still in the last two weeks.

The sheets are dark, crisp, with a faint cedar scent that clings to me no matter how many times they’re laundered.

A wall of glass gives way to the skyline, jagged lights cutting through the night, a constant reminder that the city never sleeps even when I lie here wide awake, staring at the empty side of the mattress.

Floor-to-ceiling shelves hold sketches and leather-bound portfolios instead of novels—my real bedtime stories.

At the foot of the bed sits a sleek bench draped with cast-off jackets.

Her eyes catch on everything, curious, wary, and I drink in the sight of her standing in the room I’ve imagined her in too many times to count.

I see curiosity getting the better of her and set her free for a moment. Watch as her fingers touch my things—the bedpost, the comforter, and on the nightstand, a single photograph turned face-down.

She glances over at me before she flips it over.

Her breath catches and I see the exact second recognition hits.

It’s the picture I took in Montauk on the back deck the day after I fucked her four years ago. It was the last thing I did before I left.

The sun was sinking low behind her, her hair loose and wild, her mouth curved in a laugh at something on her phone. She had no idea I was watching, let alone capturing her like that.

My private shrine in one stolen moment.

I can read her shock in the shift of her shoulders, the tremor in her fingers.

“Asher.” Her voice is a whisper, fragile, almost broken. “What is this?”

I move behind her, close enough to breathe her in. I don’t flinch. Don’t even bother pretending to be ashamed. I pluck the frame from her hands, set it back down where it belongs.

“A reminder,” I tell her, voice low and deliberate, right against her ear. “Of what I’ve always known—that you were mine before you even knew it yourself.”

And I mean every word.

I reach for the hem of her dress, drag it up and off, and nearly swallow my tongue.

She’s wearing one of those lace and satin concoctions in a deep peach. Between the colorand her round, firm ass, I don’t know which I want to attack first.

I sink down behind her, trailing her smooth skin from hips to ankles and back up.

She mewls and—fuck, that sound should be my new ringtone. Imagine every call, every text punctuated with that needy little cry. Except no—bad idea. I’d never get a single piece of work done.

I peel her panties down, drop them to the floor, unclasp her bra with one sharp tug. My teeth sink into the swell of her ass, hard enough to sting, just to mark what’s mine, to taste what no one else ever fucking will.

She moans when I lick the stings, and I nudge her forward with a palm to her hip, my voice rough with command.

“It’s time. Go get on my bed, Scarlett.”

She goes, hips rolling like the goddess she is. I catch a glimpse of her slick pussy as she hitches one leg up, then another, and I have to throttle the groan that attacks me.

Like she knows exactly what I want, she goes to the middle of the bed, and sits back on her knees with her legs curled around like she’s about to start yoga, not awaiting a deranged reaming from her feral stepbrother.

My dick never went down after the nut to end all nuts, and it jerks to full mast at the sight of her—finally—in my bed.

Scarlett in my sheets.

Scarlett against the headboard I’ve stared at night after night, imagining her spread across it. Every fantasy I’ve bled out in this room is here, breathing, blushing, trembling in front of me.

Her eyes dart all over me as I stop at the side of the bed to unbutton the cuffs of the shirt I never took off.

The second I toss it away, I climb in behind her on the mattress, spread my legs to bracket hers, and twist her chin to take her mouth.

I kiss her until her lips are swollen and she’s gasping into my mouth. My hand slides down, knuckles brushing her sides, her hips, her thighs, pushing them apart like I have every right. And I do. I fucking do.

I drag the fingers of one hand over her belly, the other clamped on her thigh to ensure she stays open for me. At the first graze of my fingers between her slit, she shudders and cries out. I caress her again and groan.

She’s like warm silk.

“Fuck, Scarlett. You’re so wet. Did sucking me off do this to you?” I demand against her mouth.

Her head bobs even as her mouth hungrily latchesback onto mine. My dick jumps against her ass, a guided missile searching for prime pussy after years of waiting.

But not yet.

“It’s my turn, baby,” I murmur, teasing her, savoring her whimper. “I’m going to eat this pussy until you come all over my face. Then I’m going to put you on your hands and knees and ram you deep the way I’ve dreamed of doing every day for four fucking years.”

She inhales sharply, but she doesn’t run. She arches up, offering herself to me, and that’s all the permission I need.

I reposition myself on my pillows and pat my chest. “Come perch that juicy ass right here.”

Her eyes flare wide. “Asher…”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Scarlett.”

Heat fills her face until she’s adorably pink again.

Slowly she crawls closer on her hands and knees. When she’s close, she braces her hands on the headboard, hesitates for a fraction of a second, then she swings her legs over me.

Between her bouncing tits, the pretty soaked cunt so close to my mouth, and the wonder on her beautiful face, I don’t know which need is greatest.

And then she perches her ass on my chest, and I want to roar in triumph.

I grab her ass, drag her closer and inhale long and deep. “Fucking hell, you smell incredible.”

“Asher…”

“Yes, baby. Keep gasping my name like that.” I pull her closer and raise her until her thighs bracket my face. Then I bury my face between her legs, lick her from puckered hole to clit, probing her swollen flesh with my tongue.

She shrieks. Squirms and clenches around my tongue.

And God, I know I’m done for.

She tastes sweet and slick and desperate on my tongue.

She fists my hair, pulls, moans, and that sound, Christ, that sound , I lap it up like it’s the only thing that’s keeping me alive.

My voice is ragged against her skin, my mouth working harder, deeper, sucking her clit until she’s a quivering mess. When I arrow and push my tongue into her tight hole, she moves, tentatively fucking my tongue.

“Fuck yes. You don’t even know what you’re doing to me. Ride your brother’s face, baby. Harder!”

She deepens the rolls of her hips, dragging her pussy from my nose to my chin, back and forth, her mouth open and her eyes fixed on the filthy act.

“Asher,” she gasps, and I feel a gush. Know she’s close. I release one ass cheek and slide my fingers into her cleft from behind.

I play with her asshole for a minute and she shrieks some more, heat building higher in her face. But she doesn’t tell me to stop, the dirty minx.

She rides the finger I press to her hole, and when I slide lower still, probe her tight cunt until I’m buriedto the knuckle, Scarlett’s vision hazes.

“Do you like that?” I slur.

“Y-yes! More, p-p-please.”

I give her more because I’m helpless against her pleasure. I slide my finger deeper into her tight-as-fuck pussy and go to town on her clit.

She shatters with a howl, her thighs clamping around my ears as she comes, and I eat it all. Every drop. Every quiver. Every twitch of her body.

I don’t stop until she’s shaking and begging, until she tries to push me away and I growl against her swollen pussy, refusing to give up what’s mine.

Only when she collapses sideways, boneless and wrecked, do I drag her back onto my body, kiss her deep, let her taste herself on my tongue.

I give her a minute to catch her breath, petting and kissing her the whole time.

Then I drag her down the middle of the mattress and ass up, face-first into the pillows, my palm pressing her lower back until she’s arching for me like the dirtiest fantasy I’ve ever had.

I take a moment to bask in the delicious picture she makes, blinking, lips swollen, cum-drunk and about to be introduced to a whole new plane of pleasure.

But my body is done waiting.So I surge up, position myself behind her.

“Look at you, my sweet baby sis,” I rasp, spreading her ass, staring down at her glistening pink spasming folds. My cock kicks hard against my fist as I stroke myself once, twice, then line up, brushing my cock along her soaked slit. “Fucking perfect. My perfect.”

She whimpers into the pillow, and I bend over her, nipping her ear. “Say it. Say who you belong to.”

Her breath hitches. “Asher…”

It’s not quite what I want to hear but I’ll get her there.

“That’s right. Me. Always me.” I grab her hips and I sink forward, slow, slow, slow, hissing at the insanely tight fit. Then halfway, when she’s enveloped me in her silken vice, I slam the rest of the way in one brutal thrust that rips a cry from her throat.

“Jesus, baby. You’re so tight. Like you’ve been waiting for this cock every second of your life.”

I hold her there, buried to the hilt, my hands gripping her hips like I’ll brand her bones.

Then I start to move. Long, deep strokes that make her gasp, then faster, harder, until the sound of wet skin slapping fills the room and I’m pounding into her, teeth bared and every atom of my being rejoicing finally, finally, fucking finally!

“You feel that?” I growl, one hand sliding up to fist in her hair, yanking her head back so she has to look at me in the mirror across the room. “Watch. That’s your brother, fucking the fight out of you. Owning every square inch of your cunt.”

Her cries turn sharper, longer, her eyes riveted on where we’re connected. “You see how well you take me, baby?”

Her swollen lips gape wider, and she attempts to bob her head.

“Use that sexy voice, princess. Tell me what I want to hear . ”

“I see! How…how well I take…take it.”

I smirk at her breathtaking reflection. “That’s good enough. We’ll get you there soon. But make no mistake.” I pound into her, once, twice, three times. Hard enough to send her scrambling for the sheets. “You’re mine, Scarlett. My girl. My curse. My fucking salvation.”

Her nails dig into the sheets, her body clenching tighter around me with every filthy thrust. “Asher… please…”

“Please what?” I snarl, biting down on her shoulder hard enough to mark her. “You want me to stop? Or do you want me to bang this sweet pussy until you can’t walk tomorrow?”

Her answer is a broken moan, hips pushing back against me, begging without words.

“That’s what I thought.”

I pound harder, relentless, my free hand sliding under her to toy with her clit, grinding circles until she’s shaking uncontrollably.

“Come for me, baby. Squeeze me with that sublime cunt. Show me every second I waited for you was worth it?”

Her scream rips through the room as she comes, walls clamping around me, dragging my own orgasm out of me in a vicious, guttural groan.

“Fuuuuuck, yes!” I spill into her with punishing thrusts, holding her tight, making sure every drop is buried deep where it belongs.

When it’s over, we collapse together, sweaty and raw, tangled in sheets that will never be the same again. I don’t let her go. I don’t think I can.

And as I breathe her in, my cock still pulsing inside her, I accept the truth I’ve always known. There was never any going back after she stepped into my room that day.

I ruined us both, then.

And I’ll do it again.

As soon as I catch my breath.