Shame: A Stepbrother Romance (4 page)

Kiss a bald guy.

Pinch a guy’s butt
.

Ashleigh has just returned from her mission and Michelle is waving a photo with the evidence of our bride pinching some stranger’s behind. Ashleigh’s impossibly white teeth are flashing in the neon lights. She is having the time of her life, getting in trouble just like she wanted to. Even if the night was over now, which it isn’t, I’ll have completed my mission. She hasn’t mentioned Sean all night.

I notice that a guy is staring at me from the next booth. I smile instinctively. When he smiles in return, I feel strange butterflies flutter in my stomach. I immediately look away. I’m not here to pick up guys. I’m simply playing a game and it’s my turn again.

Drink a Blow Job shot from between a guy’s legs
.

That’s my next challenge. The only good thing about it seems to be that it wasn’t the first one that I drew out of the pouch. The girls are snorting with laughter. I don’t picture myself doing this. It’s too much.

“Alright! I think we had enough of these,” I shout casually (if there is such a thing), “Who wants some cake?”

The girls are not buying it and, to make things worse, the guy I saw checking me out earlier is now making his way towards me to introduce himself. I’m so not interested or at least I’m telling myself that to appease my growing anxiety. I should probably make a run for the bathroom before it’s too late, but when I hear my girlfriends shout “Him! Him!” and point at the man, I know it’s already too late.

He seems amused to be walking in on something. He drapes an arm around my waist, which is way too intimate for my standards, and leans in to talk to me. He takes a strand of hair and pulls it behind my ear to clear the way and I can only hope that he doesn’t detect the involuntary shiver that runs through me. I’m not used to strangers touching me. Is this okay behavior for people in clubs?

“Him what?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I shout back, “It’s a stupid game we are playing.”

“Can I play?”

His face is too close. I try to pull back, but he is holding me firmly into place.

“It’s just for girls,” I say. Why do I feel like I’m back in high school?

Suddenly, Ashleigh shoves a Blow Job shot in my face and the whip cream jiggles on top, threatening to topple off. The rest of the girls seem possessed as they are cheering me on to take the dare.

I don’t see a single way to back out of this now without spoiling the fun that everyone is having. I take a deep breath and reach for the guy’s ear. Even in my heels, it’s hard to reach him, so he bends over a bit to hear me. I quickly explain what the shot is all about and when I pull back from his face, his eyebrows are raised. He finally lets go of my waist and stretches out his huge arms as if to say, “I’m all yours.” There is a smug smile on his face that makes the whole thing even less bearable.

Fine, I’ll do it. It will be over in about ten seconds, so I can live with the humiliation. I gesture at the girls to show them that no photos will be taken of this fine moment. They seem delirious with laughter and I’m not sure anyone’s got my point.

Ashleigh pulls the guy by the arm and inside the booth and says something to him. His smile grows even broader. I think his friends are catching on and are craning their necks to see what is happening. I really don’t need more audience for this.

I take a deep breath and walk over to the stretched out man who is too big to fit in the booth. In the dim light, I can only speculate what he looks like. From the little I see, I know he is attractive in that conventional way that is not so attractive in my world. I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve only dated geeks my whole life.

Ashleigh positions the shot between his legs and it’s barely visible from where I stand, because there is the giant bulge of his groin getting in the way. Is this guy hard? Or is he just naturally huge? His hands are clasped under his head and he looks like he is lounging on the beach. Or about to get a real blow job. He is looking at me. Of course, what did I expect?

Okay, I tell myself. Let’s get this over with.

I struggle with the heels a bit, but manage to kneel in the narrow space between the table and the booth. I place my hands on the sleek leather and lower my head. My hair spills on both sides of my face and at least no one can see the insane moves I do with my mouth, trying to wrap it around the rim of the shot glass. Ashleigh has stuck it too deep and I can’t reach.

I try harder. This is taking longer than I planned. To an observer, my head is now bobbing above the guys crotch as if I’m blowing him for real. I get past the whip cream and realize that my whole mouth is now covered in white. Finally, I lock my lips around the glass’ edge, but it’s not too soon for I feel his growing dick pushing against my cheek.

An electric jolt travels through me and I can feel my insides tingle. Is it possible that I’m turned on to be in this humiliating situation? I finally manage to lift the glass from his tight grip (the bastard is making it harder for me) and on the way up I brush against his bulging erection once more. My vagina convulses in an uninvited little spasm.

When I raise my head and tilt it backwards to swallow the contents of the shot, I am horrified to see just how much my audience has multiplied. All of his friends have now come over to our table and have joined the girls in clapping and whistling. I remove the shot glass and feel that there is a messy circle of sticky cream around my lips.

I hope
someone
is enjoying this, because right now, I want to die.

One of the girls hands me a napkin and I wipe, but it’s not enough. I need water. I feel incredibly brave for managing to smile after all this, but I have no eyes to look at the guy who is just standing up now. I hope no one saw his hard dick in the dark.

It’s over at least. They are all on to something else. Talking to strangers that is. The guys are introducing themselves and my girlfriends are acting like teenagers, giggling and raising themselves on their toes to speak to them.

Now seems the perfect time to head for the bathroom.

CHAPTER FOUR

I close the door shut behind me and finally, I’m out of the suffocating noise and heat. It’s not much lighter here though. There are subdued red lights and I can only barely make out my reflection in the mirror.

It seems the humidity in the club has got to my hair and it’s nowhere as slick as when we first arrived. Additionally, my make up is smudged and the mascara has flaked off, giving me dark undereye circles. It feels like the denim dress is now completely stuck to my skin and the nylons are itchy and sticky with sweat. Great! I look like a slut.

I quickly take off the nylons, before anyone comes, and stuff them in my purse.

For a club this size, I expected there to be at least a couple of other girls checking themselves out in the mirror, but the bathroom is surprisingly deserted. Only now I realize how tipsy I am, but it’s no wonder after all the different drinks we’ve had. The room is spinning slightly and it’s strange I didn’t feel the effect at all when I was back at the table.

I run the water and splash some over my mouth to rub off the whip cream, careful not to do any more damage on my make up. I’m not so experienced in clubbing and my purse is useless when it comes to supplies. I haven’t brought any powder or lipstick or mascara. The best I can do is wet the corner of a tissue and run it underneath my eyes to catch the black flakes.

I hear the door open and close behind me and don’t even bother turning. I’m bent over a sink to get closer to the mirror and for all I know, the cheeks of my ass might be showing from under the tiny dress. Who cares? All the other women here must be drunk already.

I let out a small scream when I feel the pressure of a body lining up my backside, but the sound gets lost in the noise that’s coming from behind the door. I try to back away from the sink, but the body is blocking me, so I lunge forward instead, steadying myself on the cool porcelain with both hands. I raise my eyes and meet his in the mirror.

It’s him. The man whose crotch I was burrowing my face into a minute ago.

For a moment I’m so stunned that I freeze. The guy uses the moment to wrap his arm across the front of my shoulders and pull me back towards him. His other arm is draped across my belly, his fingers locking on my hipbone. He is pressing me hard against himself and I can feel that if anything, his dick has grown stiffer and more insistent under his front fly.

He leans in and nuzzles my neck. I can feel his hot breath in my ear and goosebumps spring up on my bare arms despite the heat. The tip of his tongue traces the side of my neck and I shudder. Suddenly my knees feel weak and my limbs numb. I feel overpowered and all the struggle I’m intent on pulling seems to dissipate. In fact, I don’t struggle at all. The wet heat between my thighs is pulsating with a sweet ache I haven’t felt in ages.

I feel like I need something, badly, and I can’t put my finger on it. My entire body feels raw and open and expecting and the only relief comes from the spots where his body rubs against mine.

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, but I’m suddenly possessed. He is pushing his hips against my ass, never stopping to lick and gently suck on my earlobe, and I feel the massive bulge of his erection digging between my cheeks. I arch my back, because it feels like if I don’t feel him with my wet, aching pussy, I might explode. The tingling pressure is unbearable and I am not in control of myself any more.

“You like this?” he whispers in my ear and another shiver rocks me.

The hand that is holding on to my hipbone lets go and travels down to dip between my my legs. He pushes my dress up and his long fingers land on top of my pubic bone. My clit is pulsing so hard, it feels like I’m about to come. In my mind, I beg him to touch me. Lower…

Have I lost all my inhibitions? I’ve let myself go completely in the hands of some handsome stranger who doesn’t seem concerned with what’s appropriate or even possible.

I hear the sound of the door opening behind us and before I know it, my stranger has pulled me into a stall and locked it behind us. It’s even darker in here and I’m about to protest the whole thing, when he pushes me against the wall and puts a hand over my mouth, making it impossible for me to utter a sound.

My mind is split between horror and excitement. I still haven’t figured out how to feel about this, but the powerful rush through my bloodstream is making it easier to let go of myself.

His other hand finds its way down to my underwear again and I let out a little moan, which gets lost in his huge palm. This time, he pushes my tiny thong out of the way and cups my pussy. I feel it quiver inside his hand and without any time to realize what I’m doing, I start bucking forward, desperate to rub my painfully swollen clit against his skin.

He doesn’t leave me suffering for too long and flattening his palm, starts gliding his fingers over my slick, incredibly sensitive skin. My eyes roll back as the pleasure is washing over me in intense waves, leaving me helpless and wanting in his hands. He keeps staring in my eyes as he rubs my pussy, slowly, gently, teasingly. Oh, God! I feel like I might die.

I see his eyes now. They are dark. Blue or brown, I can’t tell in this light, but they are large and somewhat wild, sinister. I close my eyes when I feel a massive orgasm building up inside me. I can’t bear to have him look at me while I come hard in his hand.

When I’m so close, my whole face is contorted with pleasure, he increases the speed and the friction immediately sends me over the edge.

“Look at me!” he commands, and I do, I open my eyes and stare into his, while my entire body explodes with ecstasy. I’m shaking and my breathing is strained, my pussy convulsing with intense contractions.

I slump forward against his chest, struggling to catch my breath, but he is not done with me.

He flips me around and yanks my dress up and my thong down. My bare ass is exposed to him now. My wetness has spread down my inner thighs and I am still trembling in the aftermath of the mind-blowing orgasm. I don’t so much hear as I feel him unzip his pants and take out his cock. I want to turn around and look at it, but in the constricted space, with him towering over me and holding me steadily by the hip, it’s impossible.

Maybe that’s why it comes as such a shock when he puts the head of his dick at my entrance. As wet as I am, I’m not nearly prepared for his size. He is enormous. When he finally thrusts his entire length inside me in a single sleek move, I almost scream. I hear him groan in my ear and the tension starts building inside me once again. I can’t wait for him to start moving inside me, can’t wait for him to fuck me hard.

He puts one hand over my mouth again and pushes even deeper inside, while pulling me towards him with his other hand. When he does start to fuck me, he is relentless. It’s like a blaze flashes in front of my eyes, both painful and indescribably blissful. He keeps plunging his rigid cock forward in long, smooth trusts, and with each one I feel even more stretched, more open, more invaded. Even with the music coming from behind the closed bathroom door, I hear the slapping sound of our bodies coming into contact.

He seems overcome, he is building speed. His thrusts become more desperate, more violent. He is fucking me like a wild animal and I scream silently in his palm as his cock moves faster and faster inside me until finally, with a loud groan in my ear, he unleashes his hot load deep inside me, spurt after intense spurt, filling me up.