Page 10 of My Filthy Stepbrother
I nod and take off my bra to the sound of him sucking in a breath through clenched teeth. The restraint he displays is barely noticeable aside from the breaths he takes with slow control. The familiar anxiety of my body yearning for his touch creeps back into me, prickling my skin. When he nods his head toward my panties, I play the game.
"Is this really necessary?" I ask with a roll of my eyes. "There's nothing I can possibly hide in my, uh?—"
"Off. Let me check." The expression riding his face, stoic and stern with his square jaw, sideburns and long hair tucked neatly behind him, almost makes me moan. I swallow before I wriggle my hips to slip out of my panties. Once the lace slides over the cup of my ass, they drop to the floor.
His voice is steady as he continues ordering me around. "Put your hands on the desk, feet back here."
Dean slides the chair out of my way, so I can put my hands on the flat surface of the desk. I'm staring at a wall of screens knowing that Dean is staring at me, his focus unwavering from my center slit that's getting wet at the idea of us alone in this room while he searches me for stolen goods.
The blunt round firmness of his thumbs pressing into the crease of my ass startle me, sucking in a gasp as he rubs my pussy.
"Breathe. You've been a bad girl, Cody." He swats my ass swiftly. It's a stinging burst of pain with a quick rush of pleasure as he runs his hand over the spot. The strength of his hand moving up my back makes me swallow and hold my breath.
The sound of my pulse thumping inside my ears isn't enough to stop the sound of his soothing tone. I can feel his presence lingering behind me until his wordplay washes over me.
"How are you going to pay for what you stole, Cody?"
"I don't know, officer. How would you recommend I pay for the stolen glasses? I'll do anything to make sure this incident doesn't leave this room."
The words barely escape my lips before I feel him spread my ass and the slickness of his tongue grazing the slit at my center. There aren't any more words as the sounds of Dean moaning against my pussy fill the silence around the room.
He pulls away. The sounds of his belt buckle being undone replace the sounds of his kisses.
I let the edginess of our play take over me, taunting him. "Is this pussy what you want, officer? Just a taste? That's it? That's all you want? Take it. Make me pay for stealing from you."
The tension burns from behind my eyes. My mouth salivates at what's coming when Dean grips me by the shoulder, spinning me to face him. The desire in his eyes pierces me, his lips clashing against mine. His thick heady cock weighs down the waistband of his boxers.
His silent restraint is enthralling, but he doesn't stay quiet for long. "You stole from me."
"I can make it up to you."
"Show me." Dean smirks with the command, hooking his finger under my chin as he sits in the chair. My face follows his finger, his body, his shift from us standing to me kneeling. The game is still in play while I move my mouth over his waiting erection, circling the rim of his head before taking every inch of Dean's dick into my mouth.
6
DEAN
One hundred and seventy-two.
Over the past 24 hours, that's the amount of times I see this scenario playing in my head. The idea of her working here day in and day out pops into my head. With Cody's mouth stroking my head, the fantasy of taking her into the back room consumes my every thought.
The inside of her cheek mixing with the nearly unbearable softness of her tongue tickles my cock, but I want her to stop teasing me, to stop going so slow. It's agonizing. This game we're playing isn't happening fast enough, hard enough. My urge to be inside of Cody is growing with every subtle flick of her tongue across the tip of my cock.
My hands travel into her hair, winding around her silky brown strands until I'm able to palm the back of her head.
One husky word after the next comes from the depths of my throat. "Open your mouth, Dakota."
Her eyes open, shifting their gaze to me before she widens her mouth, giving me the room to thrust in and out. We're still playing the game. Her lips grip my cock like a suction cup to slow down my pace, but the urgency of my desires is driving me crazy.
I need Dakota. I want to feel how much she craves me, how much her body wants me. The sound of her mouth separating from my cock, popping noises echoing around us. Her mouth loosening off my cock electrifies me as I pull her off the floor and into my lap, into my arms.
"I need you to fuck me, Dean," she breathes against my lips. "Fuck me. Make me pay for what I took from you."
I can't stop myself from asking, "What did you take, Dakota? Tell me what you took."
The desk is a few inches away from the seat as I shift her from my lap onto the edge of the desk. I put her feet up, spreading her wide and giving me the perfect view of that delicate pink flesh.
She's like a craving I didn't know I had. Every inhale of her sweet pussy makes me want to wrap myself in her. I play the game to stop climaxing before I get inside her. Before I become a part of her, before she takes another piece of me. I have to stop before she decides to drive off to some school or town where she gets to run from her feelings about this thing between us. The days of her running away from me are over.
