Stepbrother Master (7 page)

I couldn't believe it. I was pinned to a hot tub wall, coming apart at the seams. My stepbrother's erection pressed against the cleft of my ass and his lips murmured sweet, filthy nothings into my ear. Who the hell was this woman I'd turned into? She lived for the pleasure humming along her nerves, sensual and completely shameless, her every move charged with eroticism. It was her who twisted in Ford's arms to unlace his swim trunks and shove her hand inside. It was her who stroked that huge, hard cock just to feel it throb in her grasp, imagining it somewhere else.

And I realized … I loved this. I felt lewd and greedy and more alive than ever before. My muscles still trembled with the aftershocks of my orgasm, but it had only whetted my appetite. I couldn't care less that Ford was my stepbrother anymore. All that mattered was the new Emma he'd brought out of me—and his willingness to satisfy her.

“More already?” he purred. “You must be pretty pent up.”

Damn right I am. I've been dying to get my hands on this massive thing since day one.
The pleased, possessive note in his voice made me shudder. If it meant him talking to me like that, I wanted to let Ford master me. I wanted him to wear me out like the plaything I was.

“Well … that sounds like something I can take care of. Check the edge of the hot tub behind me.”

With only a little reluctance, I let go of his cock and did as he ordered. My fingers found the smooth foil of a condom packet.              
That arrogant son of a—!
Sweet heat bloomed up my spine, and I couldn't help but laugh. “You just assumed we'd be screwing up here?”

“Like I said, sweetheart, I know you.” He tangled his hand in my hair and tilted my head back, just enough to expose my throat. Anticipation jolted through me. “Normally I'd drag this out, tell you to be patient, but I'm done waiting to have you.” Suddenly, he sat back, pulling me into his lap. I squirmed to get oriented and straddled his hips. “Fuck yourself on my cock, Emma. Show me what you think about when you're alone at night.”

I didn't need to be told twice. I fumbled to tear open the condom, rolled it on, and sank down with a cry. He was fucking huge, and I made a desperate sound as I struggled to fit all of him inside.

“Take your time,” he said, through gritted teeth. “Goddamn, you’re tight. That cunt is strangling my dick. Go easy, sweetheart.”

As ordered, I took my time, drawing a deep breath of fresh air, and relaxing my inner muscles so  my body could accept the invasion I’d been desperately craving. Once he was fully buried, I let out a cry of relief at the same time I heard him curse. Slowly, carefully, I eased myself up and down and found my rhythm. Despite all my concerns about our parents discovering our secret, about Celeste, about this summer, I let him shove his giant cock into me, and I rode him with everything I had.

Finally, I could have my fill of Ford. There was nowhere else we needed to be right now, nobody to interrupt us or wonder where we'd gone. Again and again, I impaled myself on his length as hard as I could, squeezing his legs with mine. My wet hands clung and slipped on his broad, muscled shoulders. His black hair stuck to his forehead with water and sweat. His dripping hand came up to trace my jaw, my neck, my heated pulse, leaving streaks of wetness that cooled rapidly in the still night air. Our bodies steamed as if we were boiling the hot tub around us.

“Come for me, Emma,” Ford said. “You're already close, aren't you? Your sweet cunt is clenching around me … it feels so damn incredible.”

Unable to speak, I answered him with a high, lilting moan. My thighs trembled as I rose up and drove down, spearing his cock right into that perfect spot inside me. He gripped my hips to help me move even faster. A noise like a sob tore from my throat. It felt so good, so intense, it bordered on painful. Whether I held back or let loose, I was almost afraid I'd pass out either way.

“That's it, sweetheart. You can do it. Let me feel you come.” His mouth came down to bite and suck at my neck, never faltering in his thrusts. My whole being melted and coiled up all at the same time, so close, couldn’t stop now, oh my fucking God…

              Overwhelming pleasure broke me apart. I collapsed on top of Ford, my senses slowly drifting back together, shivering at the feel of him pulsing inside me. But he didn't let me rest for long. “I'm not done with you yet.” He breathed into my ear. His arms slipped around me, one behind my shoulders and one under my knees.

“W-what the hell are you—”

I squealed as he lifted me in one smooth motion. He stepped up out of the hot tub and started walking across the roof like I weighed nothing.

“I want you in my bed,” he replied, “and that's what I'm going to have.”

Resting my cheek against his perfect pecs, I considered biting his nipple, then decided to just enjoy the ride rather than risk him dropping me.

We dripped a wet trail all the way down the stairs and through the hall to the bathroom. Ford put me down gently, careful that I didn't slip, and turned on the shower. I admired his tight, sculpted ass as he stepped into the steaming spray.

He turned around, looking amused at my ogling. “Come on,” he said. “We need to rinse off the chlorine.”

“Oh, sure. This definitely isn't an excuse to keep me naked and get me all soapy.” Even as I said that, I stepped into the shower behind him.

“Since when do I need an excuse to do anything to you?” He slid his hands over my ribs, tickling the sides of my breasts with his thumbs, and all the way down to squeeze my ass. His hot mouth chased water droplets over my collarbone and my stiffening nipples.

On a wicked impulse, I grabbed his wrist. I held his heavy-lidded gaze as I lifted his hand to my lips. I kissed his first two fingertips, then took them into my mouth, sliding my tongue down and back up with a slow, deliberate bob of my head. His eyes burned and his breath quickened. His mouth curved in an expression that only resembled a smile; in reality, it was a predatory flash of teeth, ready to overpower me in an instant. And I wanted to walk even deeper into the tiger's den.

My wish was soon granted. “You're clean enough,” Ford said, voice rough with barely restrained desire. “But I'm going to fix that right now.” He shut off the shower and dragged me across the hall.

I had never gone inside his room, only seen glimpses of it through a half-open door, and it was huge—almost like a second master suite. But I didn't get the chance to look around before Ford almost threw us both onto his bed. “I want to make you come until you forget your own name.” He bit at my neck and I whimpered. “Until you beg me to stop.”

I couldn't imagine
that
ever happening. I'd come twice already, but right then, my appetite felt endless. Like we could screw until dawn and it wouldn't even make a dent. “God, yes.” I panted. “Just hurry up!”

Suddenly Ford shifted his weight, pinning my arms and legs. “Are you giving me orders?” His expression turned wicked. “Maybe I should just tie you up and tease you for a while. An hour or two.”

I shivered in desperation. The thought of being denied like that made me feel simultaneously frantic and even more turned on. “I'm n-not trying to tell you how to do your job. I just want you to
do it faster
.” I writhed my hips up at him for emphasis.

With a dark chuckle, he pushed my knees up to my shoulders. “I'll let that go, sweetheart. Just this once.” He leaned over to his bedside table for another condom. He made quick work of tearing the package open and rolling it on. He lined himself up with my entrance, and my moan echoed off the high ceilings when he finally slid inside. He entered me harder this time. Faster. Like he couldn’t hold back.

Our mouths crashed together in a messy, desperate kiss. I clutched at his rippling back as he pounded into me. His pelvis ground mercilessly against my clit. He was so big, so thick and long, that he seemed to hit everywhere inside me at once, lighting up pleasure centers I barely knew I had. Just as I caught my breath, Ford withdrew almost entirely and plunged back in, driving the air from my lungs again. And then he did it again, rubbing my G-spot each time.

“This is what I thought about every time I looked at you,” he murmured. “All those nights I was jerking off alone … sometimes I'd even have to sneak off in the middle of the day, because I'd seen your lips slide over your spoon at breakfast or a breeze flip up your skirt.”

Ford slowed for a moment, breaking our kiss to shift back on his knees, and thrust even harder at a new angle. I cried out and my hands fell to clutch at the sheets. So deep, so full, striking right where I needed it.

“I pictured you exactly like this. Knees around my ears and luscious tits bouncing as I fucked your brains out.” He gripped my hips harder with one hand and rubbed my clit with the heel of the other. “And when you couldn't walk the next day, I'd just keep you in my bed and do it all over again.”

My head swam and my skin buzzed. It was almost too much, but I wanted to feel even more of that subtle burn behind the pleasure. I wanted to remember him inside me every time I moved tomorrow. Raw pleasure pulsed and pooled in my belly, driving out every other thought. I gave a low, animal noise deep in my chest. I was so agonizingly close; any second now, I would lose myself. Let Ford take me apart completely.

Our eyes caught and held. That fiery gaze—bent on overwhelming, consuming, owning—was what finally pushed me over the edge. I arched up with a scream, spasming around him in wave after shuddering wave.

“Fuck, Emma.” Ford growled into the crook of my shoulder, stubble scratching my neck. He gave a few more forceful, erratic thrusts, then stilled.

For several moments we just lay panting together. I felt boneless and deliciously sore. After that avalanche of an orgasm, I found that I'd been wrong earlier—my horniness was finally outweighed by sheer exhaustion.

Eventually, Ford untangled his limbs from mine and sat up, shooting me a pleased half-smirk.
The satisfaction of a job well done … in more ways than one
. I probably looked just as thoroughly fucked as I felt. “You up for another round?” he said at last.

“Shut up.” I groaned. I would have thrown a pillow at him if I'd had the energy. “Like you're fresh as a daisy.” The worst part was, I wasn't completely sure that he was kidding.

He swung his legs off the bed. “If you're tired already, we can pick up where we left off later.” I enjoyed the nice view as he came around to my side, still naked, and offered his arm.

Surprised at the gentlemanly gesture, I took it and pulled myself to my feet. Despite his sweet words in the hot tub before, I still thought of tonight as a standalone thing. It didn’t occur to me that Ford—that either of us, really—was after more than some quick relief. But a repeat performance sounded far from unappealing.
I guess I'm fine with having a fuck buddy as talented as Ford, even if he is my stepbrother.

I realized that I was still holding onto Ford's arm. And, more to the point, he was watching me. “You okay to walk by yourself?” he asked.

I quickly let go, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. “Y-yeah, I'm fine.” I wasn't some delicate flower who couldn't take a little rough play. And I didn't want to overstay my welcome in his room. Sure, this was more than a one-night stand, but one night was all we'd had so far. Even the idea of Ford escorting me down the hall felt way too intimate.

He made a skeptical noise, but stepped back. “Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow.”

That settled things. He hadn't booted me out, but he also hadn't invited me to sleep over. Not exactly a surprise, knowing Ford—and I was okay with that. Neither of us had gone into this game for cuddles and flowers, after all. Our little arrangement worked best the way it was. More importantly, if I hung around much longer, I'd end up falling into his bed again. I wasn't sure my poor body could take a Round Three. Or was it Four by now? I forced myself to pay attention and gave Ford a nod of agreement.

“See you in the morning,” I called out as I walked away. I made it to my own bedroom, proud of myself for only staggering a little, and passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I’d never gone without when it came to sex. And if anyone asked me a few weeks ago, I would’ve told them that my sex life was fucking perfect. Even out in the wilds of Montana, I had a variety of women to call to keep me entertained. But that was all before Emma. Now that I’d had her, I wasn't sure any other woman would ever satisfy me again. And quite frankly, if I were the kind of man to let something unnerve me, that thought right there just might have done it. Instead, I just forged on and enjoyed the time we had on the ranch with our parents away.

There was no more beautiful place on earth than Montana in the springtime. There was a reason it was called Big Sky Country, and on a day like today, I just wanted to stand in awe of the vivid blue above and the vibrant green beneath. The cattle lowed in the distance as I waited for Emma next to the two four-wheelers parked between the house and the barn. Yesterday, I had introduced her to more of the ranch. It was impossible to cover every acre, but we’d ridden along a couple of the main trails. I was surprised how well she’d sat her mount. She was a natural on horseback—and sexy as fuck. There was nothing I’d wanted more than to drop my reins, dismount, drag her to the ground, and fuck her senseless. But I’d caught sight of Griff in a pickup coming through a gate not far off, checking the herd. I wasn’t opposed to having an audience, but not Griff. Might give the old guy a heart attack, and I didn’t want anyone dropping dead on my watch.

The other hands didn’t seem to find it strange that I spent so much time with Emma—other than the fact that I’d apparently developed a sense of hospitality. But Griff seemed like he might be a touch suspicious. Which was why today we were going a lot further off the beaten path—hence the four-wheelers. I had a cooler strapped to the back of mine, so there would be no need to make our way back for a while.

I turned to see Emma heading down from the house.
Damn,
that woman could wear a pair of jeans like nobody’s business. I hadn’t told her much, except how to dress, and I’d smirked when her chin jutted up as I delivered the order. But she’d complied. I could only imagine the running stream of curses that had probably come out of her mouth as she dolled herself up. Her blonde hair bounced with each sassy step as she walked toward me.

I shook my head. “I told you to pull your hair back.”

Her pout just made me more eager to get on the ATV and get out of sight so I could show her the other surprise I’d packed. I waited until she stood directly in front of me, and I spotted the elastic on her wrist. Pulling it off, I grasped her shoulders and turned her around, before smoothing her hair back into a ponytail and slipping the elastic around it. When I finished, she peered at me over her shoulder, brow furrowed.

“Why are you so good at that?”

I didn’t think she’d appreciate me telling her that it was far from the first time I’d pulled a woman’s hair out of her face … usually because I was about to bind her in other ways. I decided not answering was the wisest course of action. I also wasn’t ready to explain that it felt different with her. Hell, I could barely admit it to myself. This was nothing more than a little summer fling. That was all. It couldn’t be anything else.

“I think you’d be more interested in the other things I’m good at.” I spoke directly into her ear. She shivered, and I ran my hands down her arms. “Let’s head out so I can show you.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re not talking about the ranch?” she whispered.

“Because you’re a smart girl.”

I backed away and grabbed the helmet off the seat of the second ATV just before one of the big overhead barn doors slid open with a rattle of hinges.

TJ was standing outside. He studied us. “You gonna be gone long, boss?”

“Until supper. You think you can hold down the fort until then?”

He nodded, his eyes running over Emma’s form appreciatively. My fingers closed around hard plastic of the helmet, and it flexed under my grip. The words
move along, cowboy
rose up in my throat, but I forced them down. I had the right to say it, but not for the reason I wanted to. Still, I couldn’t stay completely silent. “Those cattle aren’t gonna check themselves, TJ.”

“Yes, sir,” he clipped, before finally dragging his eyes from Emma and heading into the barn.

Emma was checking out the ATV, so she hadn’t noticed the exchange. Once again, a smile spread over my face; she was running a hand across the seat with childlike wonderment.

“I really get to drive my own?”

“You do have a license, right?”

She tossed me a look over her shoulder. “Of course.”

“Then yes, you’re driving your own. I thought about putting you on the back of mine, and having your tight little body wrapped around me, but I wanted to make sure you’d have a good view of the ranch.”             

Her smile turned a little shy. “Thanks, Ford. That was really thoughtful of you.”

“Oh, honey, I’ve put a hell of a lot of thought into today. Just wait until you see what I’ve got planned. Now let’s get your helmet on and load up.”

After I settled the helmet on Emma’s head and showed her how to operate the ATV, we took off. She followed me as I set an easy pace, but she grew more daring with every quarter mile we passed. Pretty soon, she was trying to race me, and I was having more fun than I could remember having in months—maybe even years. I wasn’t sure what it was about her, but that playful nature got to me. She was nothing like I’d expected when she stepped out of that truck. Not stuck up, not a bitch. Case in point, the woman had just deliberately splashed through a puddle and tried to get me wet—something she’d pay for when we stopped. She slowed up as we closed in on a more heavily wooded section, and I took the lead, waving for her to follow on the trail behind me. We headed to my favorite overlook—one that, luckily, didn’t require too treacherous of a climb. A quick check of my mirror showed that Emma was right behind me, with a grin still curving across her face, along with a streak of mud. Before this particular moment, I had no fucking idea how sexy mud could be—outside of a mudwrestling ring with some busty chicks rolling around in it. I forced my eyes back to the trail, or otherwise I ran the risk of clipping a tree and looking like a royal jackass.

A few turns later, we finally reached the clearing on the edge a foothill. Except in this part of Montana, a foothill rose up like an honest-to-God mountain. I groaned as I dismounted, because my hard-on had made itself uncomfortably known during the last couple of miles of the ride. Emma shut off her ATV and pulled off her helmet. If I thought she’d had an expression of childlike wonderment before, this must have been what she looked like on Christmas morning as a kid. She spun and took in the lush green meadow surrounded by tall evergreens.

“Ford, it’s beautiful.”

I grinned. She hadn’t even seen the best part yet. I hurried to unhook the cooler and bag from the back of my four-wheeler. Shouldering the bag and grabbing the cooler in one hand, I twined my fingers through Emma’s.

“Come on. Wait until you see this.” I pulled her toward the tree line.

As soon as we cleared the pines, she stopped, dragging us both to a halt.

“Oh, wow.” Her mouth hung open, and even I couldn’t impute lewd thoughts to it at the moment.
Well, maybe. Just give me a minute to appreciate her excitement
. “It’s amazing.”

“My favorite place on the ranch.”

She tore her eyes away from the vista to look at me. “You can see for miles.”

“Sure can. A lot of it is ours, too. We’ll have to teach you to fly fish next.” I dropped her hand to gesture to the river.

The preconceived notions I had of her were still going strong, because I expected her to wrinkle her nose and demur, but her eyes lit up again.

“Really? That would be cool.”

“How about some food? I’ve got come cold beef tenderloin, veggies, a nice red, some of that goat cheese your mom loves, and chocolate truffles.”

Surprisingly, at this, her nose did wrinkle. I set the cooler and the bag on the ground.

“What? I know you’re not a vegetarian. I’ve seen you eat steak.”

Emma’s shoulders scrunched up to her ears. “It’s not that. It’s just weird knowing that you raised the cows and then you eat them. In my world, steak comes all neatly wrapped up in the supermarket. I just have to dump it on the grill. There’s no calving or branding or butchering involved.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “That’s life. At least here, we know the cattle are treated humanely. They’re our livelihood, so it’s in our interest to make sure we take the best care of them that we can. We take pride in what we do.”

“I know. It’s just hard for a city girl to get over, I guess. I’m more used to killing grapes for wine than a cow for steak.”

“But it’s a damn good steak.”

Emma’s shoulders finally lowered. “Then I guess we’d better eat.”

              “I think I want to start with dessert first. Bend over the ATV.”

Emma’s head jerked back and her eyes went wide. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. And in case you were wondering—that was an order.”

“Wait, what?”

“What’s your safe word, Emma?”

“Pink.” She breathed. Her pupils were already dilating; her body was catching up with the change in plans.

“Good. Now bend over. I brought more than just lunch.”

Her whispered “Oh, shit” was too endearing to want to punish her for it … but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t give her a few swats for not complying more quickly.

Emma bent over the seat of the ATV, resting her elbows on the seat. I wasted no time reaching around to unbutton, unzip, and peel her jeans down over her ass. I cupped the lush curve of it, unable to hold back a groan. My dick jumped against the zipper of my jeans, and I knew my own patience would be tested in this exercise just as much as her boundaries. 

I tugged her panties down and bared the smooth skin. “Jesus, Emma. You’ve got the most perfect fucking ass. I think we need a new rule: No more panties. The next time I tell you bend over, I want you naked under whatever you’re wearing. And if it’s a skirt, I want to be able to reach underneath and feel your tight, wet little pussy without anything in my way.”

              She inhaled sharply.

“You like that idea? Or just me telling you what to do?” I shoved her jeans the rest of the way down and let her panties fall to the ground, and she needed no instruction from me to step out of them and kick them aside. It was for the best; they wouldn’t be going back on.

She must have assumed my question was rhetorical, because she didn’t reply.
Fucking perfect
. I pulled my hand back and landed a solid smack to her ass.

              She sucked in another breath. “What was that?”

“You didn’t answer me, sweetheart. I expect an answer when I ask you a question.”

She still didn’t answer, so I pulled back for another swing. Before I connected, she said, “Yes. I understand. But don’t stop. Please.”

Her answer surprised me. “Don’t stop what, sweetheart?”

She whispered, “I like it. When you…”

“When I spank this sweet little ass?”

Emma’s head bobbed, and she quickly added, “Yes.”

“Could you be any more fucking perfect?”

I slid my palm over her ass before landing several more sharp slaps. I soothed the sting away and slipped my hand between her legs to find her soaked.
Jesus.
She spread her legs without me even asking.
Nope. She really couldn’t be any more fucking perfect.

My rock hard cock fought for freedom against my zipper. But it wasn’t his turn yet.
Soon, buddy.
I swirled my fingers in her wetness and thrust them inside. Her muscles clamped down against me as she tilted her hips up.
Fuck. Me.
She was primed and ready for the next step and the toy I’d brought.

“I’m going to take you further, Emma. If at any time you feel like it’s too much, you know what to say, and it all stops.”

“Yes. I know.”

“Good girl.”

I pulled my hand from between her legs and retrieved the toy bag. Unzipping it, I wiped my hands clean on the towel inside and removed a smooth length of rope first.

“I want you to lie down on your chest on the seat and put your hands behind your back.”

Emma complied, and the position arched her ass even higher up in the air.

“Beautiful, sweetheart. Fucking beautiful.” I made short work of wrapping the rope in an intricate knot that extended a few inches up her forearms, checked for any pressure points, and grabbed the medic safety sheers out of bag. I clipped them to the handlebars of the ATV in case she panicked and I needed to cut her loose.

“Goddamn, you look gorgeous in my ropes.” I smoothed my hands over her hips, and she shivered. Slipping them up under her shirt, I skimmed along her sides and beneath her bra to cup her breasts. I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers for only a beat, before sliding one back down to cover her pussy.

“You understand that this pretty little cunt is mine, don’t you?”