Lia
He ambushed me at the swimming pool. I had tiptoed out early in the day after peering at the guesthouse for signs of life. After watching like an obsessed stalker for almost an hour, I was convinced he was either asleep or had crept out early. Maybe he’d even left last night after our grope session, found some other woman to fuck, and was still in her bed.
I didn’t like that idea and refused to consider it. Assuming he likely slept late because he was a musician, I convinced myself it would be safe to go for a swim, as was my morning routine during warm weather. If I chose my smallest bikini, it was simply because it was the closest one to reach in the drawer. It had nothing to do with how the azure material molded and clung to my curves, while lifting my breasts to epic heights.
It wasn’t like I wanted to entice Declan. Stepbrother. He was my stepbrother, and I had to remember that. Yeah, I was just showing him what he couldn’t have. Or I would have been if I had deliberately picked that bikini, which I didn’t. It was a random grab.
The pool was heated, but still cool enough to provide a slight shock as I dove in and sliced cleanly through the water. I’d been a champion swimmer in high school, but the all-girls’ college didn’t have a swim team. They didn’t even have a pool or any physical activity classes. It was an elite college dedicated to fostering intellectual growth.
I groaned softly as I mentally agreed with Declan. Why had I chosen that place? It was a good school, but completely lacking in male possibilities, since all the professors were older than my dad.
I was deep in my naughty thoughts of transferring to another school and screwing my way through the football team—oddly enough, Declan was the quarterback, and I started with him—when a leather strap slipped around my upper arms. Out of instinct, I thrashed and tried to escape as it tightened around me.
“Relax, Lia.”
I twisted my head to glare up at Declan. “What the hell are you doing?”
He had the gall to run the back of his forefinger down my cheek in a mimicry of a lover’s gesture. “I told you not to touch that pussy.”
I blanched at his language and the shameful reminder of everything that had occurred last night. “Let me out of this…what is this?”
“My belt.” He winked as he crouched down. “I figured you’d rather I use it to tie you up than spank you with it.”
“Let me go right now.” I gasped when he pried my legs open, positioning them on either side of the wicker lounger where I lay after my swim. “If you don’t stop, I’ll scream for help.”
The cocky bastard just grinned at me. “Go ahead. If you want the servants to know you’re playing sex games with your stepbrother…”
I glared up at him. “I’m not playing any games.”
“Sure you are. You touched yourself last night, even after I told you I’d punish you for doing so.” He sounded so damned certain that I wanted to slap that smug expression off his face.
Rolling my eyes, I struggled against the leather. The sadistic jerk had positioned it so the strap rested against my nipples, so every movement stimulated the hardening buds. Subsiding for the moment, I tried to look impassive. “Just what do you think you’re going to do to me?”
He walked his fingers up my leg, pausing to tickle my inner thigh until I squirmed. “Hmm, I figure one for you, two for me is fair.”
That made no sense, but I couldn’t counter or ask for clarification, because I was too busy smothering a shout of outrage when he untied the left side of my bikini. Why had I chosen this set? Only ties and wishful thinking held it together. I barely suppressed a moan when he unfastened the other side before pulling the fabric from between my legs.
Next, Declan tackled my top, untying the strings methodically. I laughed at him when he couldn’t get the back unfastened due to the way he’d tied me up, but my satisfaction faded when he just untied the neck strings and left the triangles dangling down my stomach. My breasts were exposed aside from the leather that was even more tormenting without any barrier. “You can’t do this. You have no right.”
Declan tilted his head, looking down at me solemnly. One of his thumbs glided down my slit, flirting with edging inside. “Do you really want me to stop, Lia?” His finger moved upward again, and his thumb slipped inside me to press against my clit. “You tell me to walk away, and I will.”
My eyes narrowed with distrust. “Yeah, you’ll just leave me here naked and strapped to the chair.”
He shook his head. “Nah, if you really don’t want to play, I’ll let you go. You can go back to your virginal life, and we’ll forget all about this.”
My face flushed scarlet, and I shifted restlessly. How did he know I was a virgin? Was it that obvious no one had punched my V-card? And was it also that plain that I wanted to have wild, unrestrained sex, and he was the object of my lust? Did I really want to stop this? “Our dads…”
“Aren’t here.” He circled my clit with the pad of his thumb. “It’s just us, and we aren’t related. Our dads aren’t part of this. Just you and me, babe. What do you want me to do? Stay or go?” My arousal was leaking onto his hand in a steady stream, easing his way as his fingers moved down to my opening, entering me for a second before he completely withdrew his hand.
Hovering above me, not quite touching, but with the promise of doing so if I just gave in, he waited for my answer. I wanted to do the right thing. I strove to find the strength to tell him to stop and leave me alone, to either treat me like a sister or ignore me, but don’t fuck me. Instead, a small moan escaped me, and I parted my thighs wider.
Declan grinned as his hand returned between my legs. He stroked my clitoris gently at first, but increased his speed as my hips rocked faster. Each time I thrust against him, the leather abraded my nipples, which only increased my arousal. I wasn’t at all surprised by the speed of my climax as I came with a breathy whimper.
He rubbed me gently until I stopped thrashing and finally relaxed against the lounger. My stomach lurched with desire when he brought his fingers to his mouth and started licking them. It was an erotic sight, and it conjured up images of him sprawled between my thighs, his tongue probing my folds instead of cleaning his own fingers.
A moment later, Declan stood up and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his white swim briefs. “These are a little tight.”
His erection bulged against the smooth fabric, and the lining did little to hide the details. Clearly well endowed, with a thick head that looked a bit daunting even through fabric. How would it be when he pulled it out in a moment?
I soon found out as he inched the briefs down over his lean hips, toned thighs, and muscular legs. They dropped to the cement with a rustling sound as he stepped out of them and came back to me. Instead of sitting on the lounger or getting between my splayed thighs, he stood near my head.
I watched, enthralled and nervous, as he lifted his shaft and brought it closer to my mouth. I knew what he wanted, but I hesitated when he ran the head across my lower lip, leaving a trail of moisture in his wake. Tentatively, I flicked out my tongue to taste his essence, finding him salty and sweet.
His cockhead pressed against the seam of my lips, and I softened my clenched jaws, slowly parting my lips to take him inside. Declan groaned as I swirled my tongue around the head, and his body twitched when I sucked lightly.
I was scared for a brief second when he cupped the back of my head, but he only held me gently, stroking my hair, as I took him at my own pace. As I sucked his length, occasionally pausing to lick him and swallow a mouthful of saliva, he kept patting me and never intruded deeper than I allowed.
I had never given a blowjob before, but my body seemed to know what to do, even as my mind tried to micromanage every detail. I was so busy focusing on a rhythm and trying to remember to suck or lick at the right time that the first jet of his arousal hitting the back of my tongue startled me into gagging. His cock slipped from my mouth with a popping sound.
Tears burned my eyes from the coughing fit, and I was so humiliated I couldn’t look at him even after I regained my breath. I saw he held his cock in his fist when I glanced at him peripherally. Clearly, he’d had to finish himself off because I was incompetent.
To my surprise, he cupped my chin and made me look up at him. “I’m sorry,” I muttered, sinking into misery.
He frowned. “For what? I meant to warn you, but it happened too fast. That means you did a good job, not a bad one.”
“Oh.” Wow, he was being so…sweet. It seemed contrary to the guy he’d been yesterday. God, was it really just yesterday that he’d come into my life and sent my head spinning?
A second later, he undid his belt and freed me. I took the hand he extended to help me to my feet. It was a shock when he bent his head to kiss me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth even though I’d just had his cock in there. It should have been gross, but it was an incredible turn-on instead, and new moisture pooled between my thighs.
I was ready for the next step, so I stared at him in confusion when he stepped back and lifted his hand before heading toward the guesthouse. “Where are you going?” I shrieked, sounding like a fishwife.
“Two for me,” he reminded. “Between us, we had two orgasms.”
“But…” My mouth gaped open, and I searched for a polite way to request we continue what he’d started. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?” Yeah, I failed.
He laughed. “Yeah, but not right now.” With a wink that was equal parts sexy and irritating, he opened the door to the guesthouse. “Living in suspense is part of your punishment. And feel free to masturbate all you want, babe. I rather like the compensation that comes from punishing you for stealing my orgasms.”
I didn’t know whether to scream, laugh, or chase after him. In the end, I did nothing except stare at the door he closed with a resounding bang for several moments. It was only when I finally remembered I was standing naked by the pool, except for the top drooping around my stomach, and any of the staff could see me, that I gathered up my bottoms, dressed in a hurry, and rushed back to my room.
What the hell was he doing to me?