Stepbrother three - jewel crotan (short books for teens TXT) 📗

pulled away. “No.” He stood up. “It’s wrong.”

“Why? Because I’m your stepsister?”

“Yes. And because I can’t… I’m not good for you, Avery. I want things, sexual things, that you couldn’t understand.”

“Like what?”

“Control.”

I frowned. “Yeah,” I said. “I know. But I…” I looked up at him, standing there, so tall and strong, the room bathed in moonlight around in him. My heart was beating so fast I was afraid he as going to hear it. “I want you to control me. I want you to tell me what to do, I want…” I swallowed, the words catching in my throat. “I want you to teach me how.”

He didn’t say anything, the seconds ticking by as the silence stretched between us. It felt like we were hovering on the edge of some invisible cliff, waiting to see which way we were going to get pushed. I wanted whatever he was about to say to send us over the cliff, to drop us into freefall without any net except each other.

“No,” he said finally.

“No?” I repeated incredulously.

“No, Avery. I can’t, it’s not…” He shook his head. “It’s not right.”

“I’m not a little girl anymore, Cole,” I said. “I can make my own decisions.”

“No, you can’t.”

“What?”

“You don’t know what you want, Avery. You’re fucked up just like I am.”

I recoiled. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact that you like when I tell you what to do, that you like it when I’m rough with you, when I talk dirty to you and grab you hard.”

I licked my lips. “So?” I said. “You like it, too.”

“Yeah, because I’m fucked up, Avery. I have a need to control. And I’m not going to take advantage of your weakness.”

“You’re not taking advantage of me. I told you, I want you to. I like it.”

“Stop saying that!” he said. His hands balled into fists, and he slid over on the bed until he was next to me. He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me toward him until our foreheads were pushed together. “Stop saying that,” he whispered.

“But it’s true.”

“Do you know how hard it is for me resist you when you say things like that?” he demanded. “Do you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you?” He reached up and pulled the sheet that was covering my body down, leaving me exposed.

And then he was on top of me again, his mouth on mine, his hands roaming over me, his fingers exploring as our tongues touched.

He pulled away from me for a moment, then pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. I caught my breath at the sight of his body, so built and strong and perfect.

He stood up and looked down at me.

“Get off the bed,” he said.

I got off the bed and walked over to him, loving the way he was looking at me, loving the lust that burned in his eyes as he took in my naked body.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded, and I slid to the floor, the rough fabric of the carpet burning my knees. Cole reached down and grabbed my chin, tipping it up so that I was looking right in his eyes. His thumb moved over my bottom lip.

“Please, Cole,” I said, wanting so badly to please him. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want.”

He kept his eyes on mine, the look on his face letting me know he was weighing his options, deciding just what to do with me.

“Take my dick out,” he said. His voice was husky, all traces of emotion gone, replaced with nothing but desire.

I grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down over his muscular thighs. His cock was already hard, and I reached out and grabbed it, my palm wrapping around his shaft. I loved the feel of him in my hand, loved that he was so big and hard.

But Cole took a step back, moving out of my reach.

“Did I say you could touch it?”

“No.”

“Put your hands behind your back.”

I did as I was told and put my hands behind my back, waiting for further instruction.

“Open your mouth.”

I opened my mouth and Cole grabbed his hard cock and slid it over my tongue. I wrapped my lips around him, but he was so big I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to take it. He put his hand on the back of my head, giving me no choice, and I began sucking him, feeling him grow rock hard in my mouth.

He reached down and played with my tits, his hands moving over my nipples. “Fuck, Avery,” he said. “Suck my dick, baby, your mouth feels so good.”

I sucked him, harder and harder, bobbing up and down, letting him use me for his pleasure.

“Use your hands now. Stroke me while I fuck your mouth.”

I began to stroke him, up and down, faster and faster. I loved the way he tasted.

“I’m going to come in your mouth, baby, don’t stop.”

A second later, I felt him go off in my mouth, felt him shoot his load down my throat. I sucked it all down, every last drop.

He picked me up and carried me to the bed, threw me down and spread my legs. He didn’t say another word, just went to town on my pussy, eating me out until I was moaning and writhing on the bed. I was close to coming just from sucking him off, and his mouth on me sent me back over the edge. A second later, my orgasm ripped through me, the most intense one I’d ever had, even more intense than the one he’d just given me.

When he was done, he closed his eyes, like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

He stood up and began to get dressed.

His body language was closed off, and I scrambled to get under the covers, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Was it… I mean, was it okay?”

“It was fine, Avery,” he said. But his voice was cold.

“Okay,” I said. Disappointment washed over me again.

He was halfway out the door when he turned around. “Are you okay?” he asked softly. “Do you need anything?”

Yes, for you to hold me the way you did last night, for you to look at me the way you were looking at me a few minutes ago, for you to love me.

“No,” I said. “I’m good.”

“Good night, Avery.”

“Good night, Cole.”

A second later, he was gone.

And this time, he didn’t come back.



***



My alarm went off the next morning at six, but I’d been awake all night, tossing and turning. And when I dragged myself into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, my lack of sleep showed. My eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath them. My hair was a rat’s nest, tangled in clumps around my head, and my cheeks were flushed and blotchy.

I stepped into the shower and shampooed and conditioned my hair, then went to work with the hair dryer, hoping to make some inroads. Concealer and foundation helped a bit, along with the white-and-black checked wrap dress and black Ralph Lauren pumps I found in the closet. The dress was made of a stretchy material, and it fit me perfectly, unlike the other things that had seemed too small.

I pulled my hair back into an impression of the bun I’d seen Kalia wearing last night, hoping I looked professional. I’d never had a job like this before, the kind of job you needed to dress up for, the kind of job where people might be judging you on how you looked.

When I got to the kitchen, I expected to find Cole there, eating breakfast or going over emails. But the apartment was empty.

There was a note on the shiny silver espresso machine.

Went in early. Please be at the office by 8. ~Cole

I pulled off the post-it and stared at it. Cole’s messy handwriting was familiar, and it made my heart clench. Other than that, though, there was no indication of what we’d done last night, no indication that we were anything other than boss and employee.

I brewed myself an espresso and poured it into a travel mug I found under the counter. It was a little early for me to leave for Cole’s office, but I didn’t want to be late. So I took the elevator downstairs and headed outside.

The street was filled with people, all of them rushing off to their jobs or classes or appointments. I fell into step with them, finding a certain comfort and happiness in the fact that I was a part of it.

When I was a few blocks from Cole’s office, I realized I was going to be really early. I didn’t want to be late, but I didn’t want to be too early, either. So I ducked into a coffee shop, deciding to buy myself a muffin to celebrate my first day of work.

It was silly, I knew. It wasn’t like I’d interviewed for this job, wasn’t like I’d been waiting my whole life for it. I was working for my stepbrother, hadn’t had to do anything to get the job, hadn’t earned it. But I still wanted to do a good job, still wanted to prove to Cole and myself that I could do well.

I might have gotten the job for no reason other than my connection, but it was still an assistant job to the CEO of one of the biggest company’s in New York. If I played my cards right, I could use it to gain experience, maybe even leverage it into another job somewhere else. This could be my chance to make something of myself, to get out of New Jersey, to not have to depend on anyone but myself.

chapter four

 I ordered my muffin and sat down at a table in the corner, paging through an issue of the New York Times someone had left behind. I sipped my espresso and ate my muffin, being careful not to get crumbs on my dress.

I was so keyed up and excited about my first day of work, and about seeing Cole again after what had happened last night, that it took me a second to realize that a man sitting in a booth across the café was staring at me.

When I caught his eye, he looked quickly down at his phone. He was wearing beat-up khaki pants and a navy blue hooded sweatshirt, his face weathered from sun. He was about mid-thirties, and something about the way he was sitting – hunched over, his legs spread apart – seemed out of place.

We were in a very expensive part of the city, and most of the people here were dressed in business attire, on their way to work. This man seemed like he didn’t belong, and I didn’t like the way he was staring at me.

Relax, Avery, I told myself. You’re being paranoid.

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