BBW ROMANCE: Forbidden Desires [BBW Menage Collection] (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories, Stepbrother Menage Threesome) (11 page)

              The man had cuffed the girl’s ankles and wrists to the X-shaped apparatus, with her back facing the crowd. Her dress buttoned down the back, and the reasoning was quickly apparent as the man unbuttoned it swiftly, leaving her exposed to the crowd as he walked to the wall and reached for a leather strap that was hanging on the lattice.

              Callie leaned towards Sean. “She’s okay with him doing this to her in front of people?”

              Sean’s mouth twisted in amusement. “He’s going to do a lot more than just that.”

              Callie’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

              “Just watch.”

              Callie did. The man walked up behind the woman and slowly stroked the leather strap down her back with one hand as he unbuttoned his shirt with the other. The woman was trembling, but it was soon clear that it wasn’t from any kind of fear. Her hips arched so that her ass stuck out as he ran the strap across the base of her thighs, and her legs spread slightly.

              The man tossed his shirt aside, revealing an impressively muscled chest and stomach. He ran one hand through his hair, slicked back with sweat, and braced his feet as he stood at an angle to the woman, so that the crowd could still see all of her. His arm swung back, and the leather strap hit her ass with a loud
smack
.

              Callie gasped, and the woman moaned, writhing against the X. The man struck three more times, leaving bright red marks across the woman’s ass. Twice more, across the base of her thighs, and the woman let out a screech that turned into a long, low moan as the man tapped the strap against the juncture of her thighs. She opened her legs wider, as wide as the shackles would allow her. Three more smacks against her ass, and then the man reached for the zipper of his pants.

              Callie’s eyes widened and she glanced at Sean. He was watching the couple, his hands in his pockets. In front of them, the man swung his arm back again, and struck the woman directly between her legs, twice. She screamed, and then moaned and twisted in the shackles. Callie saw Sean’s hands flex in her pockets, and her gaze dropped lower. There was an obvious bulge in his pants. Her heart started to beat even faster. The temperature seemed to go up several degrees.

              Maybe it was the gin that was making her brave. But she wanted him, suddenly, more than she could remember recently wanting anything.

              The man struck the woman once more. Callie could hear what she was moaning. “Fuck me, please fuck me.”

              Callie moved in front of Sean, slipping between him and the woman just in front of him, who seemed to be on the verge of jumping forward and joining the couple.

              The man positioned himself behind the woman.

              Callie leaned back, pretending to have stumbled backwards.

              The man thrust forward, pushing his cock into the shackled woman, and Callie felt Sean, hard and throbbing against her own ass as he reached to grab her from her imaginary stumble, pulling her against him.

              Callie spun in his arms, and he was looking down at her, that dangerous look in his eyes again. Behind her, she could hear the woman moaning, and the smacking of flesh against flesh as the man fucked her in earnest. Sean’s hands tightened on her arms.

              “Is that what you want to do to me?” Callie whispered. She could hear her heart beating in her ears.

              “No,” Sean hissed, his voice gravelly. “That’s not what I want to do to you.”

              “Then what?”

              “This,” he growled, and he leaned down and kissed her.

              Callie grabbed his arms, her head spinning as he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, forcing hers to open and his tongue swept inside. One hand left her arm and threaded through her hair, gripping tightly as he pressed her mouth against his.

              When he pulled away they were both panting.

              He looked at her, one long, searching look, and then he took her by the wrist.

              “Where are we going?” Callie asked breathlessly.

              “Upstairs.”

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              She felt like she was in a daze as he led her up the stairs. The beds and couches were full of people in twos and threes and fours in various stages of intercourse. She saw Anna on one, her long legs wrapped around the head of the man she’d been dancing with on the floor, one hand gripping the side of the sofa, the other firmly in the man’s hair. A small part of Callie couldn’t believe that she was actually doing this. But she wasn’t thinking about their parents, about how potentially wrong this might make everything. All she could think about was how much she wanted Sean—how much she had wanted him for years.

              He guided her past the beds, to one of the alcoves hidden by a long, thick black velvet curtain. He knocked on the wood paneling next to it, and when no one answered, he pushed the curtain back.

              There was a chaise inside that looked similar to the fainting couches that Callie had seen in old Jane Austen movies. Sean pulled the curtain closed. “I don’t want anyone else seeing this.” He grabbed Callie by the shoulders and kissed her again, backing her against the wall, one hand pushing her against it while the other grabbed her hair, effectively pinning her between him and the wall. Callie arched her hips involuntarily, grinding against him as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. She could feel how hard he was as he pressed against her, and a small moan escaped her.

              “I want you,” Sean murmured against her mouth, slowly moving his hips and rubbing against her, tantalizing her.

              “I want you too,” Callie whispered, and then she wrapped her hand around the back of his head, pulling him down for another kiss. “I’ve wanted you for years.”

              “I saw you, you know,” Sean said, pulling away and smiling ruefully at her. “When I was showering that day, outside the pool. Years ago. I saw you looking at me.”

              Callie felt a jolt as she remembered what he had looked like naked in the shower, the water running down his flat, chiseled stomach, curling down the deep lines on either side of his pelvis. She remembered how the sight of him had made her feel.

              The same way she felt now. And this time, she could have him.

              “I wanted to go in there,” she confessed. “I imagined doing so many things to you.”

              “Why didn’t you?” His lips were close to hers again, and she could feel the warm puffs of his breath as he spoke. She was aching for him.

              “It was wrong.” Callie pulled back a little. “It probably still is.  Sean…”

              “No.” Sean grabbed her by her shoulders. “It’s not wrong. You might be my stepsister, but we’re not blood. We didn’t even grow up together. Goddamn it, Callie, this isn’t wrong.”

              Callie nodded, but she looked uncertain.

              “Do you want this, Callie?” His expression was becoming concerned. “If you don’t want it, we can leave. I won’t ever mention it again.”

              She shook her head. “I do want it. I promise you, Sean, there’s nothing in my whole life I want more right now.” Her voice was shaking with lust, and she pushed her hips against him. “I want you.”

              He groaned as he kissed her again, and then he turned her, pushing her down on the chaise. One of her feet was resting on the floor as she lay back, and he knelt on the chaise between them, pushing the straps of the dress off of her shoulders. His hands slid under the front of her dress, cupping her breasts and lifting them free of the boned silk. He bent his head and flicked his tongue across her nipple, and Callie arched her back, pressing her breast into his mouth.

              He needed no more encouragement. He nipped her with his teeth, lightly, just enough to make a sharp squeak come from her, and then he soothed the sting, running his tongue over and around the nipple and drawing her breast into his mouth, sucking until Callie moaned and writhed under him. Her hands were in his hair, and he could tell she was breaths away from begging him, but he made her wait, turning to give her other breast the same treatment.

              He was slow and it was torture. Then his hand finally slid down her thigh, between them, pushing her skirt up around her hips and slipping his fingers beneath the silk of her panties. She was soaking wet, and she pushed against his hand, silently begging for him to touch her.

              He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit, back and forth and in circles, until she moaned and panted and then he slid two fingers inside of her, curling them upwards.

              She fell apart. She had long since stopped caring about who might hear, and she bucked against him, moaning his name with her hands fisted in his hair. She writhed and moaned and spasmed around his fingers, and he gave her just a moment to come down from her orgasm before he slid down her body, pushing her panties to the side and burying his face between her legs.

              Callie hadn’t imagined that anything could feel better than what he had been doing a moment before, but she’d been wrong. His tongue was everywhere at once and then in that one spot, changing places and strokes until she felt like she was going mad, keeping her on the edge of pleasure. His fingers were inside of her again and she ground down against them, not caring anymore how wanton she might look. She’d had sex before, but never like this. She’d never felt anything like this before. It seemed to go on forever, torturing her until all she wanted was to finish, and at the same time for it to never stop.

              He kept at it for a minute more, and then he focused on her clit, sucking it into his mouth, and she came again, arching up off of the chaise, her whole body centered on that one place where he was giving her the most incredible feeling.

              She was panting when he pulled away. She felt boneless, as though she might slide off of the chaise into a puddle on the floor. He was reaching for the zipper of his pants, and she knew what was next. She sat up with effort, and untangled herself. He looked at her in confusion, but she only smiled, and knelt down on the floor, positioning herself between his legs.

              He had long since lost his jacket and his tie was loose, his shirt half unbuttoned. She supposed she must have done that during their foreplay, but she couldn’t remember. She felt adrift in the warm room, as if there was no one in the world besides the two of them. The rest of the club outside had simply melted away. He was staring down at her, and a small moan escaped his mouth as she pressed her hand against the front of his pants, slowly drawing down the zipper.

              He was wearing nothing underneath. She reached for his cock and it sprang free, pulsing in the dim light. She wrapped her hand around him and rubbed once, twice, and Sean tilted his head back, small noises coming from his mouth.

              She bent her head and wrapped her lips around him, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she slid her mouth down, enveloping him. Sean was groaning now, his legs pressing against her on either side as she slid up and down, the tip finally touching the back of her throat as she slid all the way down and swallowed convulsively, gagging a little.

              “Christ, Callie,” Sean said, his voice ragged. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.” She swirled her tongue around the tip again and he pushed at her shoulders. “I want to be inside of you.”

              Callie pulled away and he lifted her onto the chaise, pushing her back and positioning himself between her legs. The tip of his cock brushed against her and she arched her back, a sharp jolt of lust pulsing along her spine. He reached between them and rubbed his cock against her, and then before she knew it he thrust his hips forward and slid inside of her.

              She’d seen already how big he was, but it came as a bit of a surprise still. She felt full, impaled, and when he began to move she moaned, long and low, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he thrust. He found a spot that made her moan every time he slid over it, and he kept going, over and over again, although she could see from his face and the tension in his body how badly he wanted to come.

              “One more time, Callie,” he hissed, his face a mask of concentration. “Come for me one more time, baby.”

              She writhed against him and he groaned. “I can’t keep this up much longer. I want to feel you come on me.”

              And she did. He slid into her once more and back again, and she arched her back, her body bucking with pleasure as he thrust into her, hard. She clung to him, trembling as the pleasure raced through her, and then she fell back, boneless and limp from the effort. He kept going, and then his hips bucked, pushing against her as he thrust in all the way, and he groaned, burying his face against her neck.

              They both lay there for several minutes, panting and gasping, Sean slowly softening inside of her. The fog of lust cleared, Callie’s heart pounded, wondering what the aftermath would be like. His face was still pressed into her neck, and she felt sticky with sweat, the room suddenly small and claustrophobic. She pushed against him, and he sat back, swinging his legs over the side of the chaise.