Chapter Seven
Claire
I turned my head slowly, wondering if I was having one of those secret fantasizes again. The ones that seem so real. I shook my head as I realized that it was real. Rogue was lying on my bed with his arm wrapped around me like a blanket.
Butt naked.
In my bedroom.
This wasn't supposed to happen. He would be in his room, I would be in mine, and we would live like strangers.
This whole thing had been a mistake. Who was I kidding? I couldn’t help even have a steady relationship with a guy. No guy had even been to my damn apartment, let alone my bed, in FOUR years. How pathetic was that?
But, this wasn’t any ordinary guy. This was Rogue. My stepbrother.
I gasped as I felt his length brush against my thigh. He moved slightly, and I wondered if he was awake. His breathing picked up as he turned me around, and my erect nipples became aligned with his even though he was six feet tall and would tower over me if we were standing up. I held my breath as he gently pressed kisses up and down my neck. How did this man do what no other man could do to me?
I felt so fucking confused.
No man had ever made me feel so fucking good.
Maybe because I had never let them.
So, why the fuck was I letting Rogue?
He was controlling me. In my own home. I should have told him to stop. My inner voice should have been screaming that this was wrong. This wasn’t me. This was something I hated — to ever lose control.
Yet, all I was doing was moaning as I started to get wet. I didn’t want to. We were having sex like sex-craved monsters. I should have stayed away from Rogue. Him staying with me was a mistake.
This was going to a new level, and I didn’t like it.
Yet, if I didn’t, then why did he just keep making me get wet? I frowned as his kisses went down my stomach, until his head was between my legs and his hands around my ankle. He was going to territory that no man had ever been to before.
Claire, tell him to fucking stop!
Don’t do this!
I opened my eyes slowly, and with my head back, I fucking screamed for my life as he tongue circled inside my pussy.
“Don’t move,” he demanded as his tongue darted straight into my wetness.
I moaned at my weakness, my constant refusal to stay as far away from this man as possible.
I should have been trying to get my phone. Call Mom. Get ready and go to the house.
But no, I was in bed, being fucked in all positions by Rogue.
I took a deep breath and erased all thoughts of anything else as he gently held on to my ankles and his tongue pierced in and out of my labia. I tried to keep still to make sure that I obeyed.
Make sure that Rogue was in command.
If he wasn’t, he would stop.
I was fucking kidding myself.
I didn’t want him to stop.
Not for one damn second!
I struggled to keep still as I became weaker at the knees. He pressed against my clit, his tongue swirling and his lips blowing—my hormones went to a level that they never knew existed. All this time, I had gotten it so wrong. Sex was never the problem. It became crystal clear as he brought me to the edge.
This was where I had been going wrong.
The guy.
The right guy.
Someone who knew how to satisfy a woman. Rogue was the one in control; he made me climax because he wanted to. I couldn’t help myself each and every time. He kept moving slowly in and out with his tongue as his fingers teased my ankles. They gently caressed them as if every single movement he did warranted time and attention.
I slumped on the bed like a rag doll waiting to be controlled. He swiftly moved on top of me, meaning only one thing: he wanted to go to the place that I had just been.
It was his turn to come.
His time to be satisfied.
We didn’t talk about protection or if I was even on the pill. Everything that we had done was a reckless act of selfishness. We both were craving each other’s body and not worrying about the consequences.
I moved my head to the side. He slid his tongue into my mouth. I sucked it harder as his fat cock stroked my pussy.
All this fucking should have made me tired. I should have been dried out, not constantly getting wet, ready for action, but for some reason, with Rogue it was kind of automatic. As if my pussy just couldn’t get enough of him.
I cleared my mind and took the pleasure that he was giving me as he entered me slowly with his length. I forgot how big he was until he thrust it in until it couldn’t fit anymore, and with one hand still on my breast, he focused on my clit with the other. His fingers stroked it as he circled his hips, my pussy becoming once again acquainted with his member.
I wanted to scream, but I kept sucking his tongue. I started to lap it harder as his cock ground into me and my pussy cried for more.
I whimpered as he withdrew his tongue from my mouth and asked, “What do you need me to do?”
I was confused by his question. This was the second time that he had stopped. The first time was by the door. He asked, when he already knew the answer.
This was his control technique.
Making sure that I was ready for him.
Wanting him.
I smirked, thinking that I would play his game, and purred, “Pump me.”
That wasn’t the reply he wanted, as he shook his head and said, “No. What do you need me to do?”
I was confused by the question. I needed him to fuck me, but I didn’t want to say that. I delayed by saying something else. Rogue didn’t want to stop, so he continued to circulate his length. It went round and round. Just like my ass. He removed one hand from my breast and grabbed my ass, alternating the movement with my clit.
With what little strength I had inside of me, I whimpered, “Hmm.”
I needed him to fuck me, and the more I felt at one with him, the more my pussy told me not to be so stubborn and just satisfy it. It was crying, and if it could speak, it would shout it out loud and clear. He slowed his movements, making my torture feel even worse.
I was frustrated and blurted out, “Fuck me.” I wanted him in deeper. I couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Louder!” he yelled, squeezing my breast. It hurt a bit; it was painful, but it just turned me on even more.
“Fuck me!” I yelled. My head pressed against the headboard, partly because of the force he was using, and I was fucking tired. I wasn't sure how long we’d dosed, but hadn’t eaten all day, and by the look of the darkness outside, it was late.
He took me by surprise when he lifted himself up. His eyes were like fire as he smiled and turned me over. My ass was up in the air, as he shoved his cock inside my ass after briefly putting this thumb inside to barely ready me. As he thrust into me, I cried out louder. The louder I cried, the more his jerks roughened.
We came, and I was exhausted and sore at the same time. As I felt his come shoot up my spine, I cried, my tears streaking down my cheeks.
As his length turned soft, he removed it from my ass and then lifted me up. He turned me over in the bed like a hero rescuing me from a fight. He laid me on the bed ever so gently. He wiped my tears, still present on my cheeks.
He climbed on top of me slowly, and said, “I’m going to make love to you. This is what you need and want right now.”
I should have denied him. I should have prevented him from torturing me like he did before. He sighed as he made his way to the bathroom to clean himself. I watched him like a frozen statue. Unable to move, waiting for him to take me as he did once before. My pussy wanted more and it knew he was willing to give it. When he made his way back, he kissed my head, then my cheeks, and finally my lips. It felt like I was kissing a totally different person.
This person didn’t want to fuck me; he wanted me to love him as he was going to love me right now. My wetness was driving me mad. It started to flow when his length stroked my pussy. I couldn’t believe it felt this way after what he did, and I felt betrayed.
Every part of me was letting me down: my pussy for reacting every time he touched me, my instincts for not walking out the door and telling him to fucking leave.
This wasn’t what I signed up for.
I wanted to help him get on the straight and narrow so that Richard could die in peace. So that I could give him his last wish.
I felt like I was letting myself down.
Mom down.
And even worse, his dying dad.
Shit, what the hell would he think of me hooking up with my stepbrother? I started to feel ashamed of myself, but then Rogue came back and rocked on top of me, all the time looking directly into my eyes with his gentle green gaze, and I ran my hand through his hair. At that moment, he kissed me as if it was the first time, and I wanted to explode.
He was causing so many mixed emotions in my mind that I couldn’t think straight. I kissed him back with hunger as he gently entered my pussy, and my legs wrapped around him so we could be as one. He thrust gently inside me, using his hands to caress my sides, my face, and at times, to drive my head closer to his as we kissed.
It was one of the most romantic times I had ever experienced, but then my aching pussy clenched with what felt like the last orgasm I’d ever have in my lifetime. After we finished rocking and he shot his come in me once again, he asked, “What happened to contraceptive?”
With my last breath I said, “Tomorrow I’ll get the morning after pill.”
He rolled off me. I should get it today. But, I didn’t have the energy to do that right now.