LENA'S POV
Marcus didn't even let me pull my dress back down.
He scooped me up right there in his office, my legs dangling, his cum still sliding down my inner thighs in warm, sticky trails. I shoved at his chest but he just tightened his grip and carried me through the house like I belonged to him. His private wing. The door clicked shut behind us with a finality that made my stomach twist.
He dropped me on his bed. The sheets felt cool against my bare ass. Before I could scramble up, he had my dress yanked over my head and tossed it across the room. My bra followed. I lay there completely naked, legs instinctively pressing together.
"Spread them," he said, voice low as he stood at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way.
"Fuck off." My voice came out shaky. I crossed my arms over my tits, but my pussy throbbed traitorously, still pulsing from the way he'd filled me earlier.
Marcus climbed onto the bed, knees pushing my thighs apart anyway. He grabbed my ankles and spread me wide open, exposing everything. Cool air hit my soaked folds and I shivered. His laptop sat open beside us on the mattress. He angled it so I could see the folder. Thumbnails. Dozens of them. Me at that party. Worse ones I didn't even remember.
"Every time you text that boyfriend," he murmured, dragging two thick fingers through my slit, collecting the mess of our combined juices, "I get to ruin this pussy again." He pushed both fingers inside me slowly, curling them deep. "Start typing, Lena."
I gasped, hips jerking. "You're disgusting."
"Yeah?" He pumped his fingers in and out, slow and deliberate, thumb circling my clit with just enough pressure to make my toes curl. "But you're soaking my hand already. Look at the screen. Pick one to delete if you're good."
My hand trembled as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. Alex had texted twice already. *Where are you babe?* I started typing a reply, thumbs clumsy.
Marcus added a third finger, stretching me. The wet squelch filled the room. "Tell him you're busy catching up with family."
I bit my lip hard. "I'm... busy right now. Talk later."
Sent.
Marcus rewarded me by leaning down and sucking my clit into his mouth. His tongue flicked fast and filthy while his fingers kept fucking me. I grabbed his hair, not sure if I wanted to pull him closer or push him away.
"Shit... Marcus..." My back arched off the bed. He hummed against me, the vibration shooting straight through my core.
My phone rang. Alex's name flashed on the screen.
Marcus looked up, lips shiny with my juices, eyes dark. "Answer it. On speaker."
I shook my head. He curled his fingers harder against that spot inside me and I moaned before I could stop myself.
"Do it," he ordered, "or I send him the first video."
I hit accept and put it on speaker, dropping the phone beside me. "Hey... Alex."
"Babe, you okay? You disappeared after we got here." Alex's voice filled the room, concerned.
Marcus didn't stop. He licked me slower now, long drags of his tongue from my entrance up to my clit, then sucked hard. My free hand fisted the sheets.
"I'm fine," I managed, breath hitching. "Just... talking with Marcus."
Marcus pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, pushing it deep inside me. I slapped a hand over my mouth.
"You sound out of breath," Alex said. "Everything good with him? He seemed like a dick earlier."
Marcus chuckled quietly against my pussy, the sound vibrating through me. He sat up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and shoved his pants down. His cock sprang out, thick and hard again, the head glistening. He gripped my hips and lined up.
"Yeah, he's... being Marcus," I said, voice strained as he rubbed the fat head up and down my slit. "Nothing new."
Marcus pushed in. One long, steady thrust until his hips met my ass. I stretched around him, full and aching in the best worst way. A whimper escaped me.
"Lena?" Alex asked.
Marcus started moving. Slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock against every sensitive inch inside me. "Tell him you're fine," he whispered, barely audible.
"I'm fine," I repeated, gripping his shoulder with my nails. "Just tired from the drive."
Marcus leaned down and bit my nipple, then soothed it with his tongue. He fucked me harder, the bed starting to creak. Skin slapped skin. I could hear how wet I was with every thrust.
Alex sighed on the line. "Alright. I'll see you in a bit. Love you."
"Love you too," I choked out right as Marcus slammed in deep and ground against my clit.
The call ended.
Marcus grabbed my phone and tossed it aside. "Good girl. Now ride me while you hate me."
He flipped us so he was on his back. I straddled him, his cock still buried inside. My hands pressed against his chest for balance. I hated how good he felt. How perfectly he stretched me.
"I do hate you," I whispered, but I started moving. Rolling my hips, lifting up until just the tip stretched my entrance, then sinking back down slow. The drag made my eyes flutter.
Marcus groaned, hands sliding up my thighs to grip my waist. "Yeah? Then why is your pussy gripping me like it never wants me to leave?"
He thrust up to meet me on the next downstroke, hitting so deep I saw stars. I gasped and started bouncing faster, tits jiggling with every movement. He watched them hungrily, then sat up and caught one nipple between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make me cry out.
"Fuck... harder," I moaned before I could stop myself.
He switched to the other nipple, sucking and biting while one hand reached between us to rub my clit. I rode him desperately now, chasing the building pressure. Sweat slicked our bodies. The room smelled like sex and his cologne.
"You're dripping for your stepbrother while your boyfriend waits downstairs like a clueless idiot," he growled against my skin. "Say it."
I shook my head, but my pussy clenched tighter around him.
"Say it, Lena." He thrust up harder, forcing me to take every inch.
"I'm... dripping for my stepbrother," I gasped, shame and pleasure twisting together.
Marcus flipped us again, pinning me down. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and pounded into me. Deep. Brutal. The new angle made him hit that spot over and over. My second orgasm crashed through me without warning. I clenched around him, gushing, nails raking down his back.
He didn't stop. He fucked me through it, then pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. He dragged me up onto my knees and slammed back in from behind.
"Again," he demanded. "Cum on my cock again."
His hand snaked around to rub my clit in tight circles. The other fisted my hair. I pushed back to meet his thrusts, ass rippling every time his hips slapped against me. Another orgasm built fast and sharp. I came a third time, sobbing into the pillow, walls fluttering wildly around his thick shaft.
Marcus groaned loud. "Take it all, baby." He buried himself deep and came, flooding me with hot spurts of cum. So much it leaked out immediately, running down my thighs.
He didn't pull out right away. Instead he collapsed over me, kissing the back of my neck, then my shoulder. Gentle now. His arms wrapped around me as he rolled us to the side, still inside me, softening slowly.
"You did so good," he murmured, voice rough but warm. One hand stroked my hair. The other rubbed slow circles on my belly. "You're stronger than all this shit, Lena. You deserve better than some college boy who doesn't even know how to make you scream."
I lay there catching my breath, his cum leaking out of me onto the sheets. His words settled somewhere deep I didn't want to examine. I hated how safe his arms felt. How my body relaxed against his despite everything.
My phone buzzed on the floor. Once. Twice. Three times.
I reached for it on shaky legs. Messages from Alex.
*Why did you sound like that?*
*Are you hiding something?*
*I'm coming over early tomorrow to surprise you. We need to talk.*
Marcus looked over my shoulder at the screen. His hand tightened on my hip.
"I have cameras in the living room," he said quietly. "He's planning something. Arriving early tomorrow."
My stomach dropped. I turned in his arms, searching his face. "What the hell are you doing, Marcus? This isn't just blackmail anymore."
He brushed damp hair from my forehead and kissed it. "Protecting what's mine. Always have."
I wanted to argue. To scream at him. But his cock twitched inside me again, already hardening for more, and my body responded even as dread coiled tight in my chest.
Alex was coming tomorrow. Suspicious. And Marcus wasn't going to let me go without a fight.
I swallowed hard, staring at those messages while Marcus's hand slid between my legs again, pushing his cum back inside me possessively. Tomorrow was going to be hell. And I wasn't sure which one of them scared me more.