Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Six weeks ago
“Princess?”
I moan as my heavy eyes open, and I see Colt hovering over top of me. I’m exhausted. My body is still shaking with need. He didn’t let me come. I was so close so many times downstairs in the formal dining room. Just when I was about to explode, Jenks pulled out, leaving me unsatisfied once again.
Orgasm denial is a bitch that I have a love-hate relationship with. “Please,” I whisper, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck, but they won’t move. Tilting my head back, I realize he’s already tied my wrists to his bed. I swear I blacked out at one point. My lips part, and I whimper, pulling on them, making the bed rattle.
“Just how I like you. Restrained to my bed and crying.” He runs his thumb over my lips, and I move my head, able to suck it into my mouth.
“Oh, no.” He yanks it out. “You’ll have plenty to suck on later.”
I groan in frustration, trying to rub my thighs together to ease the pressure between them. He’s got every light in his room on and it hurts my tired eyes. We’re both wet, fresh out of the shower. He helped wash me clean of our previous activities because I was too weak to do it myself.
He lowers his head to my chest and sucks on my nipple.
I arch my back. This isn’t my first time to fuck my stepbrother. It’s been going on for years. I went out with Tatum tonight. We both got wasted. An Uber dropped me off and I walked through the house to find him and his friends in the formal dining room. I actually can’t remember what was said or how things went down for me to end up on my knees with my hands tied behind my back with his belt, but I’ve stopped questioning it years ago.
If Colt wants it, he gets it. If I want it, he makes sure to give it to me.
It’s just the way things go.
“Colt, please. I need to come.”
He releases my nipple and crawls his body down mine. Gripping my thighs, he throws them over his shoulders.
“Fuck-yes.” I lift my hips, practically in tears.
He slaps my pussy, making me cry out. “You’re so fucking greedy.” He growls before licking up my wetness.
I could burst right now. My pussy is pulsing, I’m soaking wet, and I would do anything to get off at this point.
“I’ll let you come, princess.” He kisses my inner thigh, and I try to move my hips side to side to get his mouth where I want it.
He sinks his teeth into my thigh, making me yank on the restraints. Releasing my skin, he kisses the now burning spot tenderly. “And after you come all over my face, you’re going to lick it clean. Do you understand?”
I nod, squirming. “Yes.”
Another kiss, this time on my pelvic bone, and I growl at him like an animal about to attack. “And you’re going to thank me.”
Another yes. Or maybe I just think it. I don’t know. I’m starting to see dots.
“Then I’m going to fuck your mouth and come all over your face. You’ll thank me for that too.”
“Anything.” My hips buck when he pushes a finger into me.
“We’re going to repeat that process, princess.” He pushes a second one into me, and I can’t breathe. My body is pulled tighter than a rubber band. “Until you pass out from exhaustion.”
That night was the best kind of torture. He delivered on his promise. I passed out in his bed at some point and woke in mine the following morning. I didn’t get out of bed that entire day. My body too weak, head too foggy. I knew I’d never reach that high again.
Keeping my eyes closed, I lower my hand between my legs and start to play with myself thinking about that night. Nate didn’t get me off earlier in bed, so I have to do it myself.
A sound has my eyes springing open, and I go to scream out when I see I’m not alone, but a hand slaps over my mouth.
COLTON
“HEY, PRINCESS,” I say, and her eyes narrow up at me.
Her hands hit my bare chest, and I take a step back, lowering my hand from her mouth now that the initial shock of me being in the shower with her is gone.
“What the fuck, Colt?” She shoves me and goes to exit the shower. But I grab her upper arm, keeping her inside.
“Get out!” she snaps, turning around to glare at me, her wet hair slapping her face in the process.
“No.”
She lets out a huff. “Going to punish me for destroying your precious car?”
I laugh. I’ve had a few hours to calm down since the show she put on for everyone. The drinks and the joint that Finn gave me helped settle my anger. Now I’m just horny, and Amy wasn’t doing it for me. But the moment I saw Raylee standing at my door, I knew exactly who would. I didn’t even finish. Once Amy came, I was done with her. Raylee has ruined me for any other woman. They’re boring. Unfulfilling. “Not right now.” I answer honestly.
“Then get the hell out of here. I want to shower in peace.”
Reaching up, I grip her wet hair, yanking her head back and making her hiss in a breath. “I want you.” I don’t hide why I’m in here with her. “And by the way you were touching yourself, I think you want me too.” Highly doubt she was dreaming about her boyfriend since he’s in her bed. If she wanted him, she’d wake him up.
“No!” She tries to pull away; her naked and wet body moving against mine doesn’t help her case. “Your cock was just inside of Amy.”
“Is that jealousy I hear, princess?”
She gives a rough laugh but doesn’t answer.
The fact that I was wearing a condom doesn’t matter, so I keep that to myself. “Here.” Letting go of her, I reach over to the shelf and grab her body wash. Then grab her wrist and squeeze some into her hand. I place it on my hard cock and wrap her fingers around the base. “Clean me.”
“I’m not-“
“Clean my cock, princess,” I demand, placing my hands on either side of her head on the white tiled wall, caging her in. My face is so close to hers I can smell her minty toothpaste when her breathing picks up. I lower my face just as she lifts hers, allowing me access to her neck. I lick up her racing pulse, tasting the water that runs down her skin. “Clean her off me, and I’ll fuck your cunt just how you like it.”
“Colt.” She whispers my name, and I remove my hands from the wall. Taking a step back, I place one around her neck, tightening my grip. She swallows, her chest rising and falling as a sound that can only be a whimper comes from her lips.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Crystal blue eyes, long dark lashes, and her lips… Goddamn. They were made to suck my dick. That thought reminds me that she’s still holding it. “Like this, princess.” I place my free hand over hers and start running it up and down my long and hard shaft, slowly showing her just what I mean. Her fingers don’t even touch, my size too big for her hand. When I feel her take over, I let go.
“I hate you,” she whispers, her hand gripping my cock painfully hard while picking up the pace.
I’ve made up my mind to make her mine, but that doesn’t mean I no longer hate her. She makes me want to fuck her with my hands wrapped around her fragile throat, with the intent to kill her. The only reason I don’t let it go that far is because I know she’ll let me fuck her again.
“I know.” I lean into her face, lips almost touching as the scalding hot water runs down both of our bodies from the sprayer to the right of me. “I fucking hate you too, princess.”
“You recorded us,” she says, softening her voice, making it seem like it broke her heart. As if she expected more from me. But this is what she does. Raylee could be a fucking actress. Her pretty eyes blink, her dark lashes touching her cheeks before looking up at me innocently when her hand abandons my dick.
“I did.” I think she’s about to push me away, but instead, her hand falls to my balls. She starts massaging them, her black painted nails scratch the sensitive skin, and I jump. She arches a dark eyebrow and squeezes them to the point I think she’s trying to pop them, making my breath catch and rise up on my tiptoes. This is what I love about our hate relationship. We both take things too far. We don’t think. We just act. And it’s explosive. My car that is now nothing but a heap of metal and ashes proves that. “Raylee…” I warn when she doesn’t let go, forcing my breathing to hitch.
She smiles up at me, and my heart picks up, thinking she’s trying to push me to see just how far I’ll go. Or she’s trying to distract me so I won’t want to fuck her. She should know me better by now.
I tighten my hand around her neck, squeezing on either side to take away her air. Forcing her plump lips to part, she’s trying to breathe, but she doesn’t fight me. No, my good girl takes it like the needy little slut she is. I lower my face to hers. “I just wanted the world to see how pretty you look when you’re on your knees, princess.”
Releasing my balls, she reaches up and slaps me across the face. She wasn’t able to hit me as hard as I know she can because of the position I have her in. So I let go of her neck and take a step back, giving her a little space, and wipe off the soap her hand left on my cheek. I lift my hands in surrender. “I know you can do better-“
She punches me. Her fist connects with my jaw, making my head snap to the side. Rubbing my face, I wiggle my jaw, trying to relieve the throbbing sensation.