Pleasured

Emma

I remember my first encounter with the boys, it was on the day Mr. Hasting announced his engagement with my Mom. They had flown in from New York City for dinner. I was sixteen at the time.

It was an awkward gathering because they didn’t seem to approve of their relationship as well. We had sat around the table in silence, but I didn’t fail to notice the way they looked at me. Their expressions didn’t betray their wanted interest. 

At that age, all men looked at me the same way. They couldn’t seem to help it. No matter how inappropriate they knew it was, I always drew their attention. 

With my wide, plump lips, innocent black eyes like I knew no sin, and a shape that belonged on a twenty-plus. While most of my age mates were straight and flat-chested, I was curvy and had round boobs and pointy nipples. I knew what I had, but I never used it. Even though most people thought I was rotten, I stayed pure and didn’t lose my virginity until Caleb.  

They had casually thrown it to me that they’d own me one day, it sounded like a bad joke, and I had laughed over it dismissively. But years later, as they kissed me, I knew they meant every word.

The house was quiet. Only a distance laughter came once in a while from where Mom lounged on a reclining sofa on the porch with Mr. Hasting. 

I was making a dinner of grilled chicken for everyone.

I was trying to focus on the sizzling chicken, the fragrant herbs, and the crisp salad. But my attention kept drifting to the window. I had spent the entire afternoon successfully avoiding Liam and Aiden. The house was starting to feel like a cage, its walls closing in with their return, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could play this evasion game.

The chicken on the grill hissed, sending up tantalizing aromas that filled the room. 

As I carefully sprinkled a pinch of salt and pepper, I was startled when strong arms encircled me from behind, Someone with an extraordinarily hard chest and muscled arms. A shiver of excitement and nerves surged through me as I felt a hard erection pressing into my butt cheeks.

“Missed me, Little kitten?" The voice asked softly, the rumble of his voice echoing in my head and sinking into my heart.

I could tell who it was from the baritone of his voice. Liam. I knew they would find me, but I didn’t think it would be this soon.

 I caught the scent of his cologne. A scent so strong that it outweighed the seasoning aromas in the kitchen.  He smelled just the way I last remembered, like hot sex.

I turned to face him, my blush was undeniable. “You’ve got a knack for making things awkward,” I said with a playful grin, attempting to regain my composure.

Liam chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Awkward is my middle name, Kitten. You should know that by now." His boyish smile had always been my kryptonite, melting my defenses. “Why do I feel like you are avoiding us?” he asked, as he leaned a hip against the countertop, shoving his hands into the pockets of his brown pants as he pinned me with a gaze.  

“Avoiding you? Why would I avoid you.” I scoffed, my body giving me away. The room suddenly became hot, and I began sweating. “I… I was just busy with some stuff.” I stuttered like a fucking idiot. ‘Get a fucking grip, Emma'. I told myself. I don’t stutter. I was confident. Well, as confident as I could be, anyway.

I raised my index and bit my nail, noticing his eyes drop to it before he shook his head. It was my nervous habit which most people knew.  And I knew he caught my lies.

His pair of blue eyes calculated me. He hummed low in his throat. pulling out one of his hands from his pocket, he reached and tucked strands of my messy hair behind my ears. “Relax, Em. You are shaking.”

When his hand brushed against my skin,  the fire in my gut erupted, sending heat all over my body and down to my core. He knew the effect he had on me, how stupidly my body reacted to him and I was embarrassed by it.

Anxiety wound in my chest and mixed with the desire pooling between my thighs, making me feel light-headed. I avoided his gaze like a shy little girl as I tried to bring my emotions back under control. 

“Can I get you anything?” I finally asked. “You must have come here for something.”

“Yes.” The line around his eyes creased as he grinned. My stomach does a tiny flip. What the hell! 

“Soo… What is it? Water, juice… I have a freshly made pineapple juice in the fridge. The taste is to die for. I recommend you try it.” I suggested. “I’ll get you a glass.”

As I turned to walk away, he grabbed my wrist. Spinning me, he pulled me into his hard chest. “I’d rather have a taste of you.” His hand circled my waist. "I know your taste will be to die for."

Heat spread through my veins. I felt hot. Wet. Ready for anything he’d propose. 

“I came in here for one thing – you, Emma.” My name rolled off his tongue like sex and sin. His voice is deadly quiet and thick with lust. "I looked all over for you."

I tried to push away from him, but he held me in place.

"I have waited so long for this moment.” His voice was low and deep, and the rumble of it sent a shiver over me. "To kiss you again."

 I bit my lower lips, my eyes never leaving his, “Focus on what brought you back, and stay the fuck away from me, Liam”

 

He grunted, “Fierce. I like that in a woman.” He was hard, the thick ridge of his cock pressed against the fly of my jeans, grinding into my pelvis. A soft moan escaped my lips. “See that…? You want me as much as I do. Deny it.” He grinned down at me. 

Trying to break free again he pinned me in place, “Sorry to burst your bubble, Jerk! I don’t want you. Now let go of me.” I commanded. 

I was fighting him off, but my body was saying something else. Do I want this? The answer is yes, so why was I fighting my desires?

“I know you want me, Emma?” His lips were so close, and I felt myself reaching up,  going up on my tiptoe because as much as I hated the thought of this,  I wanted him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and ask nicely? Ask me to fuck you right here and I promise, I will give you pleasure like you’ve never had it before.” 

My chin quivered and I swallowed hard. My breath was shaking at his words, my whole body trembling with the need for him to fill me up and I knew he felt it. 

He brought his fingers to the point of my chin, tilting my head up so that his lips were a breath from mine. His blue eyes met my black ones. “You say one thing, but your body says another.” His eyes search mine as if looking for something. “Stop fighting it. Give in to your desire, Em."

My gaze dropped to his lips and I began wondering if he’d kiss. And he did.  He captured my lips in his, consuming me, dominating me…  licking inside my mouth as I kissed him back. 

“You were made for us, Kitten,” He growled in between heated kisses. “Created to give us pleasure, to get pleasure from us and us alone.” Never breaking the kiss, he effortlessly lifted Me and placed me on the countertop.  

His words sent a warm rush of wetness dripping out of my channel and soaking my panties. 

As much as his words excited me, I wasn’t stupid or naïve, I knew it was wrong, but why was I not stopping him?

He broke away from the kiss and began kissing his way down. He pushed my dress up past my hips, then nips at the soft flesh of my belly, sending a jolt of electricity to my throbbing clit. 

I looked down at him, holding his gaze as he knelt before me and slid his hands up my thighs, prying them apart. “I am huge.” He warned. “I need to make sure this juicy little cunt can take all of me. I Need to get you nice and soaking wet for me.”

My body tensed and shook with the need for more of him. “I’m so wet,” I muttered. “I am ready.” 

“Fuck, you are,” he growled. Spreading my thighs apart and running his nose up and down my slit, “and you smell like I imagined.”

I closed my eyes, drowning in need and desire. Some animalistic sound rumbled out of Liam. I could feel his need as it vibrated through me, making my nipples and clit ache. I felt my channel clench as more of my arousal leaked out. 

He pulled my purple panties aside, and I gasped as he fastened his lips around my clit. I forced my eyes open and looked down at his muscular body, rippling and flexing as he devoured me. It felt like his tongue was everywhere at once – in my entrance, traveling through my folds, swirling around my clit. It was everywhere, and it was consuming me completely. It was all I could focus on. The intense feeling. The wet, smacking sounds. The pressure and heat.

“You taste incredible.” He grunted and dived back in, licking me with fury, pushing deeper, harder, faster.

I felt my blood pumping through my veins, each beat of my heart pulsing with pleasure and sending more white-hot bliss coursing through me. I clawed at the hardwood of the countertop as a scream was torn from the depths of my soul. 

More and more of my juices pulled out, coating his face as he worked my clit in relentless circles.

I had to admit the truth to myself, entangling myself with not just one but two of my stepbrothers was unquestionably forbidden. The weight of the situation was heavy on my conscience, and I knew I was walking on a precarious path. It was a forbidden desire that I couldn’t easily untangle, no matter how much I told myself it was wrong.