Cocky: A Cowboy Stepbrother Romance (4 page)

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My hands slid down along the hard muscle of his stomach, bunching up the fabric of his t-shirt when I reached the bottom so that I could slip my hands beneath and finally feel his hot skin. Jay’s muscles jumped and tensed beneath my fingers as I skimmed my nails down along his abs and then up against his sides. These scratches weren’t hard enough to leave a mark. Not yet, at least.

“So you want to tell me again how you’re never going to touch me?” My voice wasn’t much more than a whispered breath, but it still held all the weight it needed. Jay was staring at me like I was a new woman. But he wasn’t responding, just staring. He was too proud to admit his mistake.

“Because I’m going to touch you, Jay. As much as I want, as often as I want.”

My fingers had made their way beneath his shirt, all the way up to his chest. I gave his nipple a little tweak, the heat between my legs only growing at the quiet sound he tried to keep trapped behind his lips that were pressed together so tightly.

I leaned in close, letting our lips brush in a chaste kiss as I took his nipple between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a delicious little twist. I could almost hear the vibration of his moans from behind his clamped teeth. God, he sounded good.

“Are you going to stop me?” I was challenging him, and it felt amazing. To stand up tall and proud, and to meet those bright green eyes. Jay just stared back at me, defiant. He didn’t want to speak, did he? Well, I was going to make sure I made him feel so good that he couldn’t stop himself from talking. Or at least reciting my name like it was some kind of prayer.

My hands, which had been slowly making their way upwards, began their descent back down again, teasingly slow. I kept eye contact for as long as I could, feeling that need begin to throb between my thighs. Even after only a few hours, I wanted Jay again. He made me feel insatiable.

Hesitating at the hem of his pants, I was silently grateful to see that the jeans and leather-belt-and-buckle combo from earlier in the evening had been replaced with a pair of soft cotton shorts for Jay to sleep in. It gave me easier access.

I toyed with the drawstring at the front of his shorts, making sure to let my knuckles brush against the swell of his hardness beneath the fabric. He was already hot and hard, his hips pulling away from the door to try and chase my touch like my hand was magnetized. It was making me giddy to see how much he wanted me.

But as much as I wanted this to be about foreplay and control, there was that little voice in the back of my head that was egging me on, begging me to reach out and get my hands on him. Who was I to argue with such sound logic?

I smoothed one of my palms against his stomach, letting the tips of my fingers dip beneath the waistband of his shorts. I had to swallow around the moan growing at the base of my throat when I felt no more fabric between us, only the silky smoothness of his skin and the soft, downy curls surrounding his length. Jay wasn’t wearing underwear, thank the Lord.

Back and forth, I brushed the tips of my fingers along the curve of his length, loving the way the muscles in his legs tensed and jumped at such a simple touch. His hand shot out, curling tightly around my wrist and holding my hand in place as Jay rolled his hips, pushing his hardness against the palm of my hand.

We waited there for a long moment, both of us making eye contact and neither one of us wanting to be the first one to give in. Jay’s fingers were tight enough to bruise, and I was keeping my touch light and easy, just to toy with him.

This, however, was a game I was willing to lose. As soon as I curled my hand around his length, Jay’s own hand went slack against my wrist as his head dropped back against the door with a thud. We both froze there, with nothing between us but the harried sound of our breathing, waiting to see if anyone had heard the sound.

Thankfully, there was no sound of footsteps against the carpet on the other side of the door, no creaking of old hinges as bedroom doors swung open in curiosity. We were still alone. We were still free.

As big as he felt inside of me, Jay’s hardness felt even bigger in my hand. There was no way that I could comfortably wrap my hands around it. For as tomboyish as I’d always been, I had small, dainty hands. Which was why I was pushing my other hand beneath the waistband of Jay’s shorts so that I could use it to wrap my hands fully around the girth of him and feel the throbbing of the vein against my palms.

Jay moaned, a quiet little sound that slipped past his teeth where they were sunk into his bottom lip. He looked gorgeous like this, fingers laced over the top of his head as he tilted it back against the door, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple cast in the moonlight as he swallowed dryly.

He was a big, strong farmhand of a man and he was completely at my mercy. I wanted to commit this perfect image to memory, to always be able to think of it when I needed to get myself off. Because no guy I’d ever been with had ever looked like this. So strong, but so vulnerable at the same time.

Slowly, I found a rhythm that worked with both of my hands. I could feel the precum seeping out of the head, and I swirled my hands around in it, making sure to slick his whole length with it so that I could tighten my grip and really go to town.

Jay’s hips were completely off of the wall at this point, his thigh muscles rigid beneath the thin fabric. I found myself wanting to taste them, to learn every inch of those striations of muscle and tendon with my tongue.

Jay looked like a monolith of a man from this angle, cut from stone and painted in broad strokes of moonlight. He was absolutely gorgeous. And he was absolutely mine.

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Unable to control myself, I lowered down until I had sunk to my knees in front of him. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down teasingly. The material snagged on the sharp cuts of his hips, hanging there for a moment before they slipped free, pooling down around his ankles.

There was a beautiful feast of a man laid out before my eyes, and I didn’t even know where to start. I let my palms smooth up along his muscled thighs, loving the way they quivered with his shaky self-control.

Jay was trying so hard to control the moment, to pretend that he wasn’t as wild on the inside as he felt. But I knew I could coax it out of him. All I needed was a little time, and his undivided attention. Both of which I had.

I leaned up a bit from where I had been resting on my knees, lips parted. I could hear Jay’s soft intake of breath, and I couldn’t bite down on my smile as I avoided the very spot he wanted my lips so badly, and moved to lay feather-light kisses across his hip bones.

I traced the lines of the .50-caliber bullet tattooed in the hollow of his hip, making sure to lavish the skin there with attention before I started to work my way down to his thigh. Slowly, my kisses became less like butterflies landing against him and more like wet, open-mouthed things that slathered across his skin, dragging my tongue along and scraping with my teeth. It was filthy, the way I was working across his skin.

I paused my downward motion against a particularly sweet spot, suckling at the skin until there was an audible
pop
when I pulled away. Left behind was a dark mark where all the blood had rushed to the surface. A reminder of me that Jay couldn’t wash off.

“Come on, Callie.” Jay’s voice wasn’t much more than a harsh whisper in the quiet of the bedroom. His fingers curled into the soft hair at the nape of my neck and tightened there, starting to lead my head down to exactly where he wanted it. For a moment, I pushed back against that hand, turning my eyes up to meet his.

Jay licked his lips, watching me. “Please.” It was the one word I didn’t expect to hear him say. All of that rebellion just seeped out of me. I wanted to please him. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

Finally, I let my tongue slide flat against the head of his cock, collecting the precum that had already built there. It was salty-sweet and only made me want more. For a brief moment, the rigidness in Jay’s hips gave way as he sagged back against the door, tugging me closer to him as he did so.

I was only too happy to oblige, lips curling around the soft skin so that I could take him into my mouth, inch by hard inch. Jay was big, thick enough around that my lips were already starting to feel the stretch. I wasn’t even sure if I could take him all the way down.

“That’s it, girl. Just like that.” He hadn’t talked this much up in the barn. Maybe it was that last bit of his inhibitions giving way beneath the heat of my mouth. I loved it, loved being the one who made him lose control. “God, your mouth feels so good. You know that?”

Teasingly, I bobbed my head, letting my teeth graze against the soft skin of his shaft. Jay hissed, his fingers tightening in warning against the nape of my neck. That prickle of pain made pleasure shoot down my spine, pooling in the pit of my stomach.

I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking as much of him as I could into my mouth. I could already feel the head of his cock brushing against the back of my throat, and it was making my eyes water. My throat was trying to close up, to rebel against being so full. But I wasn’t going to let it.

Taking him deeper was something I was going to do. I had already made up my mind. I pushed my tongue against the underside of my mouth, and that little bit of extra space was enough to calm the roiling sensation building at the base of my throat.

Jay’s words were constant, but I could hear the fraying in his voice. It was less full sentences and more exclamations as he called out to God and rolled his hips up again, tugging me closer. Feeling that tickling between my shoulder blades that I got sometimes when I knew someone was looking at me, I raised my eyes.

Jay was staring down at me, my vision of him obscured by the long curtain of dark hair that had fallen in my eyes in my enthusiasm to make this the best blow job of his life. He had his plush bottom lip trapped under his teeth, his neck and cheeks flushed red.

There was passion in those beautiful green eyes, as well as something I’d never seen before. A softer emotion, something sweeter. It sent a jolt right to my heart. I couldn’t think about that right now. Not when I was a woman on a mission.

Forcing my eyes back down to the expanse of skin right in front of me, I dragged my nails down along Jay’s thighs, leaving angry red marks in my wake. This was one of those safe places that fabric would cover, so I could leave my filthy mark on him without anyone knowing. Only Jay would know.

God, it went straight to my burning, roaring libido to think about him feeling the sting of those scratches against the inside of his jeans in the morning and thinking of me. I could imagine him getting hard, having to push the heel of his hand against the bulge in his jeans, trying to slow the rush of blood to the area just at the thought of me, and what I’d done to him.

I reached around, cupping my hands over the firm, round globes of his ass and giving them a squeeze. His butt was just as strong as the rest of him. Feeling wild, I used my grip on that taut bottom and shoved him forward, taking him deeper into my mouth.

I had to swallow several times to stop the rush of saliva in my mouth, but it was worth it for the deep, bone-rattling groan that it shook loose from Jay’s lips that he had tried so hard to keep clamped shut. The sound was like something right out of my wildest dreams, or my dirtiest fantasies.

With his hands fisted in my hair and my fingers digging into the meat of his tight, muscular ass, I felt trapped in the best way possible. I gave him another little shove, my throat starting to relax. It was an invitation. I wanted Jay to be the one to thrust, the one to let go and fuck my mouth raw, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

My mouth was practically watering at the thought of swallowing down his seed and letting it coat my throat, just like it had coated my pussy just a few hours before. Who was I kidding, I wanted Jay to spill his seed all over me. Across the perky swells of my breasts, down between the globes of my ass and dripping onto my pussy. I wanted him to mark me
everywhere
, to make it so that no other guy could fill me ever again.

Taking the hint, Jay gave an experimental roll of his hips. It was gentler than what I wanted. I let out a soft moan around my full mouth, hoping that he could translate my needs and give it to me like I wanted. I need not have worried, as the next thrust was rougher, the head of his cock slamming into the back of my throat.

God, yes, this was what I wanted. My body thrummed with pleasure at each hard thrust as Jay doubled over, wrapping himself around me as he ruthlessly fucked my mouth. There were no sounds other than the harshness of his breathing and the filthy slick slide of wet skin into a wet hole. I felt like the perfect little slut, being held down and used, and I loved it.

Jay was getting close, and I could feel it. It was obvious in the stuttering shunt of hips and in the way his breathing had become ragged and short. It wouldn’t be much longer at all and he would be shooting his hot load down the back of my throat. I wanted it. I wanted to taste his seed, to lap up every last pearly drop of it and lick my lips clean.

But even as I was driven by my desires and the throbbing between my thighs, I couldn’t help but remember Elijah’s words. About how Jay used to take all of his little one-night stands up to the barn. How I had been used, just like so many other girls. The flames of anger in my chest were stoked once again, licking up higher and higher.

All of a sudden, I knew what I had to do. I was focused totally on the sound of Jay’s breathing as it hitched and gasped, even when I wanted nothing more than to bury one of my hands between my own legs to find some release. I didn’t even have to get off, I could just push the heel of my hand against my mound and find some kind of delicious friction. Just to take the edge off.

But I couldn’t, not now. If I touched myself now, I knew I would give in and let Jay have his release. And that wasn’t going to happen.

There. That jerk of his hips and that sharp breath. Jay was close enough now that I worried if I didn’t act, it would be too late. I let my lips go slack, the suction breaking from around his cock as I did so. With a deep breath, I released my hold on the backs of Jay’s legs and pushed off.

The grip that had been so tight in my hair just a few minutes prior was loose with distraction, and I was able to pull myself away and off of Jay’s dick with a wet sound. I used my momentum to push myself up to my feet, just in time to see the look of confusion spread across Jay’s face.

“You know what?” My lips tingled from their heavy usage as I tugged them up into a smirk. I took the back of my hand, rubbing it across my lips to clear away the slick shine of what we had been doing before I wiped it on my shirt. “You’re right, Jay.”

He was absolutely stunned, standing there slack-jawed with his hardness brushing against his belly and his shorts pooled around his ankles. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m never going to touch you again.” Repeating his own words back to him was more satisfaction than any orgasm would ever be. I could get myself off, easy. But I would never be able to stick it to my stubborn, egotistical stepbrother like this ever again.

Reaching around him, my fingers just brushing against his hip (which was still adorned with line after line of pink scratches, courtesy of my fingernails), I grabbed hold of the brass knob to the bedroom door and gave it a sharp twist. The door swung open into the empty hallway, hushed and dark in the night. Jay swore under his breath, crouching down to reach for his shorts on guilty instinct. It was exactly what I’d been hoping for.

I planted my hands on both of Jay’s shoulders and gave a hard push. He was a muscular guy, so I wasn’t worried about accidentally pushing him down the stairs or anything, but it was a hard enough push to send him stumbling out into the hallway, still half-naked and scrambling to fix it.

With one last smile aimed at his bewildered expression, I hung onto the door frame and reached out to grab the door to my borrowed bedroom, swinging it shut with a soft click. I would have liked to slam it right in his face, but I didn’t want to risk waking anyone up. I turned the lock over on the knob and stood there, panting and trying to catch my breath.

I wasn’t usually like that, so bold and so confident. I was starting to like this new me that Jay had unleashed.

After a moment of cursing and the hush of fabric against fabric, I heard Jay’s voice on the other side of the door, a harsh whisper.

“Callie. Open this door. Callie. I’m not playing with you, girl. You better open this door right now. You can’t just leave a man hanging like that. It ain’t right, you hear me? Open this door.”

There wasn’t any real anger in Jay’s voice. If anything, it was frustration and annoyance. Which was exactly where I wanted him. I considered saying something in response, but I already felt like I’d had the last word.

I turned to walk back across the bedroom, smoothing my nightshirt back down. A glance in the mirror showed wild brown hair from where fingers had been in it, and lips that were swollen and pink from all the dirty work they had been doing.

But there was more than that. There was something in my expression, a confidence that made it seem like I was looking at someone else in the mirror. That couldn’t be me. I was the quiet little church mouse who always did what she was told. And yet…here I was. Strong, proud, and full of life. I didn’t want things to go back to being the way they were before.

Slipping into bed, I let my head hit the pillow with a thud. My heart was finally starting to slow down again. I knew that, come morning, I would have to face Jay in the harsh light of day, but right now I was too buoyant to care.

I was practically giddy. I had taken control. Not just of the moment, and Jay, but it felt like I’d taken control of my own life. There was no turning back now. This weekend had made a new woman out of me, and I liked her.