Jerked: A Stepbrother Mob Romance (City Series) (16 page)

Even though I was practically a prisoner in my own home. And I was being stalked by my psycho ex-husband, or whatever he was.

Still, the city just felt right. But worse than that, though, I felt like running away would be giving in to Vince. He wanted me to be scared. He had always been that way, even when we were together. He wanted to control me through fear and he was willing to do whatever he had to do to keep me terrified at all times. If I was scared, he liked to tell me, then I was more likely to listen to him.

I had no clue why it took me so long to leave him. I must have been brainwashed or something.

It hadn’t been all bad, of course. But looking back on it, there wasn’t as much good as I had thought there was.

As I continued to struggle with my decision, Colin walked out onto the roof deck. I looked up at him and frowned.

“What do you want?”

“That’s not a very friendly greeting.”

“Why should I be friendly to you?”

“Well, I am your older brother, after all.”

I sighed, exasperated. “You’re not my brother.”

He sat down across from me. “No, but your dad wants me to be.”

“Did you sign the papers?”

He blinked and stared at me. I was afraid of the answer, afraid of it either way. If he had signed, it meant we really were going to be related. But if he hadn’t, well, that meant something else completely, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to figure that out.

“Don’t worry about the papers,” he said, dodging.

“Okay, then, how about we worry about that crap at dinner instead?”

He laughed. “You didn’t like that?”

“Are you insane? You were practically screaming it out.”

“What, you don’t want me to?” He stood up and walked over to the edge of the roof.

“What are you doing?” I said, suddenly afraid.

He grinned back at me then looked out at the city.

“I’m fucking Brenna O’Brian,” he yelled out.

“Stop it!” I stood up.

“I’m fucking my stepsister! I’m fucking my Mob Princess! I’m fucking Brenna O’Brian and her pussy is sweeter than sugar!” he yelled even louder.

“Cut it out, holy shit. Dad is going to hear you!”

He looked back at me and laughed, almost doubled over.

“Great. I’m so glad you think this is funny.”

“No, I don’t,” he gasped, still laughing.

I rolled my eyes at him. I was starting to think he had two completely different personalities. One part of him was serious and intense, and the other loved to push my buttons like nobody I’d ever met before. I never knew which Colin I was going to get on any given day.

“If you’re going to be like this, just go back inside.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m done. It’s fine,” he said, getting himself under control. 

“Seriously, you can’t do shit like that.” I realized I was pretty pissed.

“Relax. Your dad left almost as fast as you did, and none of his guys are anywhere nearby. We’re very alone up here.”

I shook my head. “That’s not the point. You can’t just be reckless with this.”

He sat down in the chair next to me. “I’ve had a really fucking rough few days. Sometimes, being reckless helps.”

“Fine, whatever. Go drive your car too fast or something. Leave me out of it.”

“But you’re the most fun thing in my life.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not like some toy or something.”

“Maybe not. But I love to play with you.”

I didn’t take his bait. “We need to talk about this farmhouse thing.”

“Okay, let’s talk.”

“I don’t want to do it.”

“I know that.”

“But I know that I should,” I continued. “I know that it would be best if I just went out there and let this all blow over.”

“But?” he asked.

“But I’m afraid that if I go there, I’ll never come back. I don’t know why. It took me so long to get here again, and now I’m afraid I’ll lose it.”

He shook his head. “You won’t lose anything. It’s temporary. And I’ll be with you.”

“That makes me nervous, too.”

He leaned close to me. “What, you don’t want to be alone in a beautiful, secluded farmhouse with your older brother?”

“Not if you keep calling yourself my brother.”

“Fine. But imagine what we could get accomplished out there together.”

“Accomplished?”

“Sure. I bet there are records we could break. Number of orgasms in a day, that sort of thing.”

“Is that all you think about?”

“When I’m alone with you, it is.”

I looked away. “I can’t help but think it’s a bad idea.”

“Look, Bren. If you really don’t want to go, we won’t go. I talked to your dad before he left, and he agreed that we can stay if you’re serious about it.” He paused and reached out, pulling my chin toward him. He was staring at me again with that intense, hungry gaze. “But you should go. It’s the right thing.”

I didn’t fight him as he leaned forward and kissed my lips softly. I kissed him back, starving for him. I had gone all day without his taste, and I hated to admit it, but I missed it. Finally, he pulled away, leaving a small trail of tingling running up my spine.

“So you’ll go?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I haven’t decided. You can’t just seduce me into it.”

“Damn,” he said, smiling. “I thought that would work.”

“Good try, though.”

“Who said I was finished?”

I laughed. “What are you going to do?”

Suddenly he stood and towered over me. I looked up at his muscular body.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked softly.

“Come on, Colin. We’re out in the open up here.”

He leaned down over me, his eyes dripping lust, and cupped my chin firmly. My lips parted as he grinned at me.

“I don’t give a shit where we are.”

“Well, I do,” I said, trying to turn away.

He held my head fast. I was about to yell at him, but suddenly he pressed his mouth against mine again, kissing me hard. I was about to complain or to stop him, but I knew that would be a lie. My panties were already practically soaked through, even though I hated it.

Slowly, I felt his other hand slip down under my waistband and press against my soaked spot. I gasped, surprised, as he began to softly massage me, rubbing my clit and kissing my lips. I shivered, loving it.

“Colin,” I gasped as his fingers slipped into my panties and found my soaked skin.

“You don’t seem to mind.”

“Not up here.”

“Yes, up here.” His fingers moved circles around my clit and I let out a soft moan.

“If we get caught ....”

“Let me worry about that.” He slipped a finger inside of me and I shivered.

“Shit, shouldn’t you be like, downstairs protecting me?”

He grinned. “I’m protecting you right now.”

I gasped and arched my back as his fingers found my clit again. I spread my legs wider, giving him more room to move. He smirked.

“Quit pretending to fight,” he said.

He kissed me again then, his tongue entering my mouth, and I gave up any pretense at resistance. Maybe there were people in the houses all around us, or maybe Vince was breaking down the front door, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was Colin’s body, his hard dick, his muscled arms, the way he worked me like an animal to the brink then pushed me gently over.

I reached out and felt the outline of his cock through his pants. He grunted as I began to work his length through the fabric. After a second, I pulled away from his kiss and began to fumble with his belt. He pulled his hand from my yoga pants as I pulled his belt off and tore his pants down. He grinned at me, his pants pooled around his ankles, as I began to kiss along the outline of his dick through his black cotton boxer briefs.

“Don’t just fucking play with it,” he grunted.

“Why not? It’s so much fun.” I looked up at him.

He reached forward and grabbed my hair in his fist. I gasped.

“God, I want to fuck those perfect lips of yours.”

“How long have you been thinking about that?”

“Hours. Years.”

“I can tell.” I slipped his briefs down and took his hard dick in my hand. He released my hair and grunted as I smiled up at him.

“Don’t fucking tease me.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

I opened my mouth and licked the tip of his cock slowly then slipped it into my mouth, sucking him hard. He groaned as I pushed it deeper into my mouth, taking as much of him as I could.

“Fuck, I love that,” he grunted.

I began to move up and down along his length, sucking his thick cock, losing myself in his taste and his grunts. I wanted to make him feel, I wanted to make his whole body tense, and I wanted him to come harder than he ever had before. I began to work his shaft with my other hand, not caring about the saliva trailing along it.

“You like sucking my cock on the roof?” he grunted.

I pulled his dick out of my mouth and he gasped. I began to jerk his length up and down as I looked up at him.

“I want to take every inch of you,” I said.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

I slipped him back into my mouth and he pressed onto the back of my head, slipping his dick further into my throat. I suppressed a gag, wanting him so badly, loving that he was taking what he wanted. His hips began to rock, sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. His hands were a strong pressure on the back of my head and I reached out to brace myself with my hands on his muscular legs.

“Fuck, that pretty mouth,” he grunted. I let him fuck my face, let him do what he wanted, because I needed it. I ran my tongue along the base of his dick as he thrust into my mouth, fucking my face and taking what he wanted.

Finally he pulled me away and I caught my breath. Without another word, he pulled me up off the chair and stood me up in front of him. He tore my shirt off and unhooked my bra as he kissed my neck and shoved his hand down my yoga pants again. It was pure pleasurable agony as his fingers worked around my soaked clit under my useless panties. His other hand massaged my full breast as he kissed my neck and collarbone.

I grabbed his thick cock in both hands and began to work him, using my spit to slide along his length. He grunted and suddenly spun me around, pushing me forward. I let out a gasp as he bent me over the chair and pulled my yoga pants and panties down off my ass.

“Stay right there,” he said.

I looked over my shoulder and watched as he found a condom in the pocket of his pants and ripped it open with his mouth. He grinned at me.

“Don’t move. I love that perfect fucking ass in the air, waiting for me.”

I blushed but did exactly as he said. He rolled the condom down his heavy dick and positioned himself back behind me.

“Do you want me to fuck you up on this roof?” he said.

“Don’t make me beg,” I whined.

“I want to hear you say it.”

I gasped as I felt his fingers press inside of me. He lifted my one leg up, placing my foot flat onto the chair with his other hand.

“Fuck, okay. Yes, fuck me up on the roof. Please.”

“That’s a good girl.” He slid his fingers from my tight pussy and I felt his strong hands grab my hips.

I had half a second of nothing, and then I gasped as his cock flooded inside of me.

I groaned, gripping the back of the chair, as his dick filled my every inch. He grunted and then laughed.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said.

I moaned as he began to slide in and out of me, slowly at first. His muscular body worked behind me, and his right hand found my clit as he slid in and out. I thought about biting the chair to stifle my moans, but the biggest part of me didn’t care at all. I wanted people to hear me, I realized. I wanted Colin to fuck me until I came and was nothing. I wanted to be the thing he thought about alone in his bed each night.

I wanted to be in his bed each night.

He began to move faster, his heavy cock slamming into my tight pussy, and that perfect agony and pleasure flooded through me. He grabbed and massaged my breasts, working my nipples, as he fucked me harder.

“I wonder who can fucking see you,” he grunted in my ear. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back toward him, exposing my chest. “I want everyone to see these perfect tits.”

Any other time, I would have blushed. Any other man, and I would have left. But I wanted Colin to show me off to whoever was around to watch.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asked, surprise in his voice.

“Shut up,” I said.

“You do like it! You want people to watch you get fucked by my big cock.”

“Oh, my god,” I moaned.

“You dirty girl. I want everyone to see me fucking you up here, Mob Princess, dirty slut.”

I began to work my hips, bucking back against him. I dropped my foot down off the chair and moved forward, kneeling onto it. He helped me forward and held onto my hips as he continued to thrust into me.

“Fucked on the roof of your daddy’s house,” he grunted.

I cursed, moaning loudly, bucking my hips back wildly. The pleasure was rocking through me. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as his strong hands gripped my hips and pulled me back against his thick cock.

“Oh, my god, I’m so close,” I moaned, completely lost in the moment.

“You want to come for me?”

“Please,” I moaned again, begging.

“You really want it?” His breath was warm in my ear.

“Please, let me come.”

“You better make it loud. I want everyone to hear.”

That set me over the edge. He matched my pace, my hips working along his hard shaft, his hands strong on my hips, and I felt the orgasm wash over me. My whole body tensed and began to shake, my hands gripping the back of the chair tightly. My back arched as he continued to work me and I came, I came harder than I’d ever come before. The whole world was blank, and I could hear myself moaning loudly. I didn’t care who heard, the only thing in the world in that moment was Colin taking my tight pussy from behind and the orgasm rocking through me.

And slowly, it subsided. He continued to fuck me rough, though, not letting up one bit.

“I’m fucking close too,” he grunted.

“Wait,” I gasped.

I pushed back off the chair, causing him to stumble backward. I felt his dick slip out from me as I turned around, sitting on the chair.