Owned by My MC Stepbroter

Chapter4

I was so wet and ready for him already, and I moaned as he slide his fingers in. I started to move my butt to the edge of the counter; I wanted him to push his fingers further in. He pulled his fingers out, making me gasp and whimper. He was giving me a cocky smile. He pulled my thong down and pushed my dressup around my stomach.

I leaned back, trying to avoid the cabinets and items on the countertops. He spread my thighs apart and lowered his mouth tome. He plunged his tongue in and started sucking, making me want to scream. He sucked the top of my clit and then made his way down, pushing his tongue in the most sensitive areas. I grabbed onto his hair and moaned “Oh Carter” as my body started to shake, and waves ofpleasure pulsated through me.

He lifted me up and carried me to the living room, tossing me on the couch. I stood up and pulled at his pants, tearing his underwear down too. I pulled my dress over my head, and tossed my bra. His dick was hard and heavy, a thick vein was popping out, and I couldn’t wait. I lay on the couch, begging for him to give it tome. He took off his shirt and I looked at the sleeves oftattoos that covered both his arms, and at the tattoos that went across his chest. The tattoos couldn’t cover his bulging muscles, and all I could focus on was his dick.

He got on top of me and started to push it in. “Yes, yes” I whispered as he pushed it in further, stretching me and filling me slowly. “You’reso wet” he said, hesitant to shove himself fully into meat once. I grabbed his ass and pulled it into me, moaning because ofthe pleasure and pain I felt. I moved in and out slowly, and I could feel him staring at me.

I looked up at him, and I knew both of us were thinking ofpast times we were like this. He was pushing so deep inside me, feeling so many places and the friction against my clit was incredible. He put his mouth on my breast, sucking as he thrust, and I knew I was about cum again. Iwrapped my arms around him, and opened up deeper to him. He must have known too, because he was pushing harder and faster. I muffled my moans into his shoulder, and felt him pullout of me, shooting cum all over my stomach.

We were both panting, and I felt intoxicated by him. I felt attached to him, I felt the same way I had 5 years ago. I knew this couldn’t be good. I don’t know who was more panicked by the connection. Carter looked at me and stood up, grabbing his clothes and walking to the bathroom. I tip toed up the stairs to through on a shirt and shorts. When I came back down, he looked like he was in a rush to leave. I slowed coming down the steps, suddenly embarrassed and feeling incredibly shy.

“Well hey, it was great catching up, seeing you again” he said in a low husky voice, avoiding eye contact. “I’ll see you around” he added, and headed out the garage.

I cleaned up the living room and straightened up the kitchen, trying to replay the night in my mind. It was well past 1:00 am, and I grabbed my phone to check for messages. My friends had all textedme, some worried, others telling me to have fun. I felt slightly disgusted with myself, especially since I didn’t use protection. Who knowshow many girls he had like that, and what diseases the girls may have? I was on the pill, so I didn’t have to worry about pregnancy.

As I crawled into bed I felt exhausted. In away he was my first love, the first guy I ever cared about, and I still couldn’t believe what happened tonight. I remember how careful he had been with me, how enthralling it was sneaking around our parents. It took me years to get over him, ifI really even was. Tonight felt so good, so comfortable like it did when we first did it, but just like then he was using meandon to the next girl. I fell asleep angry and sad, feeling sick to my stomach. I had to make sure I didn’t run into him again the rest ofthe summer.

It was just me and the open road on my bike, and I couldn’t get last night with Avery out of my mind. Of all the times I imagined running into her again, that is not the way I had always thought it would go. I fucked women every night, between deals and late nights at the clubhouse. I had any girl I wanted when I wanted to have her, but Avery crossed my mind regularly. The girl I have always thought about just came back into my life, and I treated her like an asshole.

I could usually screw women and leave them, not caring ifthey got offor enjoyed it. What I did was forme. I definitely didn’t go down on women, not knowing what they could have. Last night I had a need to please her, to make her cum with my mouth, and to feel her inside without a condom. She still had that innocent look in her eyes, and I wondered how many guys she had been with since me. I can still remember the night I took her innocence, the night I realized I was in love with her.

I pulled into a dive bar about 20 miles out of Oceanside, ready to give the details of an inventory pickup. I didn’t actually deal drugs, but instead I arranged connections for people. I acted as the middleman, the man that could be trusted, and my bike club took a portion of the profits. We often offered protection for the dealers and the clients, and we knew everything going on around us. It was because of this I needed to stay away from Avery.

I went to brunch Sunday with Lauren and our other friends, knowing they would want to pump me full of information. “He is my step brother you guys, or used to be, whatever nothing happened.” I tried to change the subject. I could tell noone was buying it. I was honestly hurting over it and didn’t want to think about it. We made plans for the week ahead and I knew I would have to distract myself. There was some writing I wanted to get done, along with arrangements for the fall.