Billion Dollar Stranger - Stephanie Brother Page 0,46

can sense my attention. "You like to watch me, Nicole? Maybe I'll let you get up close and personal." He slips off the side of the bed and rounds closer to my head, kneeling in front of me on the pillows, still wielding his cock as though it's a weapon. "Let's see how good you are at multitasking." The wet tip of his cock brushes against my lips, and I instinctively lick the saltiness of him into my mouth. "That's it, baby, lick it, and fuck yourself. I want you to come while I'm in your mouth. I want to feel your surrender."

I moan, and I know he can feel it against his cock as I let him push in deep. The vibrator is sliding in and out easily now, and I've found a way to angle it so that it hits the right spot to bring me closer. I move my face downward when I push the vibrator in and up when I pull it out, and with my eyes closed, I can almost imagine he's inside me at both ends. He doesn't thrust at first but rests a hand on the top of my head, more as a display of power than direct control. My jaw is burning, but the feeling of him starting to swell against my tongue is enough for me to forget my discomfort. The taste of him becomes stronger as my orgasm starts to build, each pull and push of the toy bringing me closer and closer.

The room is filled with slick wet sounds as I pump us both with a frenzy I don't recognize. I'm on the edge of coming, and maybe Aaron knows because he starts talking, his mouth so full of filthy words I want to lick them right out.

"I can smell you, Nicole. It makes me so fucking hot. I know you're close, so do it harder. Imagine it's my cock stretching you open, slamming against your ass. Imagine I'm watching it spread you open until you're dripping…"

It's the image of him fucking me that takes the bundle of coiled arousal in my pussy and pushes it outward through my body and mind until I can't see or breathe or even register what is happening around me. All I know is a dark pleasure; like a thick velvet drape, it swathes me in shadowy sensations. I register a noise, but it takes a while before I realize it was coming from me. The sound is too much, too desperate, and wanton. And all while I still have his cock in my mouth. I feel as though I've been rent open. All the emotions I've been pressing down suddenly bubble upward until tears spill silently over my cheeks, and I draw in a rasping breath, pulling back and hiding my face in my hands.

Aaron is silent as I half sob, half pant into my palms, the vibrator slipping to the bed with a thud.

This is everything I feared; emotions unearthed, and me totally out of control.

I must look a wreck, but I'm not sure what I want Aaron to do. When he shifts, I think he's going to reach toward me, but then his foot thuds against the floor, and he whispers, "I'm so sorry," and that's the last thing I want from him. Pity burns so hard when your wounds are raw. And it stings more because this whole pile of crazy has transpired because of Aaron's reactions to his hurt.

Before he can get away, I grab his wrist and hold him as tightly as I can. "Don't you fucking dare," I say. "Don't you do this, Aaron. You want to hold the strings and pull them so you don't need to get close to the reality of anything, tie me up in knots so I can't touch you, hold yourself so remotely so you can walk away unscathed. Well, fuck you if you think you can walk away now. Fuck you."

"Nicole," he says with so much pain in his voice I feel something shatter inside me. I'm up and off the bed, standing just an inch from him, breathing hard, and he doesn't move.

"You don't get to use me like that Aaron, to fuck out your misery and move on, denying everything and lying to yourself." I'm so angry at him and sorry too. It's hard to face hurt so visceral when you are still recovering from it yourself. To see a reflection of your pain magnifies everything to