Stepbrother With Benefits 17 (Third Season) (13 page)

The first jet splashes up and into my mouth. I move back quick after that, wanting to watch it. The second seems just as strong, but with nowhere to go it just sort of goes up and then down again. At an angle, though, which ends up sending it splashing into the middle of my cleavage, slightly off center so that it hits my right breast and then curves down.

His cock is twitching and bobbing now, more and more, with the third and forth jet of cum landing on my left breast and then right in center of both. Not perfect or exactly, and I think we're kind of making a mess here, but to be honest it's sexy to me. I look down at myself and see a mess of white covering the red bust of my dress and my smooth skin.

Just to make sure Ethan's punished enough, I decide to help him out a little more. I open my mouth and take him between my lips while he's coming down from his orgasm. His cock throbs and his hips buck up against me, but I grab his thighs and push him back into the chair.

I was slow and teasing before, but now I'm anything but. I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, tasting his cum on my tongue and in the back of my throat, then I pull back. Up and down, stroking his shaft with my lips, pressing against him so that I can milk every last drop from him. A little bit, and then a little more, until I get to the final creamy pearl of his cum.

I smile at it, just sitting there on the head of Ethan's cock. With the tip of my tongue, I lap up the last pearl and pull it into my mouth, then swallow while Ethan watches me.

"Holy fuck," he says.

"Did you like that?" I ask him

He nods fast, at a loss for words.

"How much?" I ask him, distracting him so that I can enact the next part of my plan.

You didn't think that was it, did you? Oh, no, I haven't seen Ethan in days, and now that I've punished him, well...

Now it's time for both of us to
not
be punished.

"So fucking much, Princess," Ethan says.

I don't think he realizes what I'm doing yet. I stand up and push his legs together a little with my hands while I move to straddle and sit on his lap. I caress his cheeks with my palms and move in close to kiss him while shifting and positioning myself to sit, and...

T
o say
that this was the most intense orgasm of my entire fucking life would be an understatement.

It's an understatement, because, holy fuck, I didn't even know an orgasm like that was possible. I really have no fucking clue. I don't even know what Ashley did to me. My cock had a mind of its own. I have no fucking clue how I even held off that long. Just watching her in front of me, playing with her clit and masturbating inches away from my cock, uh...

Yeah... fuck... I don't know what to say.

I can see what she means by punishment, though. I don't know if I deserved this, but I know exactly what I'll be missing out on if I ever fuck up our relationship. I knew before, or I kind of thought I knew, but nothing could have prepared me for that. I have no fucking clue who this girl is. Is she real? Is she some kind of fucking sex alien or something? What the fuck is a sex alien? I have no idea, but if they exist I'm pretty sure Ashley is one.

Or a goddess or something. Aphrodite reborn, and she's come to make my life heaven and hell. Heaven as long as I don't hurt her, and if I do, uh...

I'm pretty sure I'll never have orgasms that intense with anyone else. I don't even fucking want them. I just want this. I want Ashley. I want her so fucking bad it hurts.

Or it did hurt. Now it feels good. It felt good. Uh... I think we're done?

I'm really fucking bad at this, alright? I didn't know what the fuck was going on before, and I don't know what the fuck is going on now.

Ashley kisses me, and it's kind of sweet at first. She presses her hands to my cheeks, holding my head lightly, kissing me. I kiss her back, and I want to tell her I love her, that I'd never do anything to hurt her, except, uh...

She's a freak. I fucking told you, she's a sex alien. I don't even know how the fuck she does it, but while she's kissing me, she sits on my lap. And by that I mean she shifts and sways and my cock is still hard as fuck, even if it's also satisfied as fuck, and before I know it she's taking me inside her.

I slip in easily, our bodies and our arousal made for each other. There's nothing more to it. She's perfect.

She sits there, squeezing me tight inside her, holding me like that. I think I was kissing her, but I kind of forget what I was doing. She's looking at me now, leaning back slightly, smiling. Our noses touch and she kisses me quick.

"I missed you," she says, whispering against my lips.

"I love you," I tell her. "I missed you, too. I'm sorry about before. I swear I would never hurt you."

"I know," she says. "It's hard, though, you know? How are we going to do this, Ethan? I can't randomly fly out and see you whenever something happens."

"Why not?" I ask, kissing her quick. I lift my hips up, too, pressing harder into her.

She closes her eyes halfway and bites her bottom lip, letting out a soft, sexy moan.

"Stop that, you," she says, licking my nose. It's so strange and sudden that I laugh. "I have school, first off. You do, too. It's kind of important, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I say. "I know that, but..."

She lifts up a little, then pushes back down, riding me like that. It's erotic as fuck, but nice, too. It's like sweet and sexy all in one, and I don't know if we're having sex or making love, or just teasing each other and having fun. I don't really care, either. All of those sound good to me right now.

I try to grab her hips and hold her, but I'm still taped to the chair. I look down, and she follows my gaze.

"Can we do something about that?" I ask her.

She shakes her head at me fast, trying not to smile. "Nope!"

"You're going to keep me tied up like this then?"

"Mhm," she says, lifting up and then sliding back down my cock. "I kind of like it. I like when you take control, but it's nice to have you at my mercy sometimes, too, you know?"

"Oh, is that it?" I ask. "This is my punishment again?"

"No," she says, giggling. "This is your reward for being good while I punished you."

"I don't know if I should be the one to tell you this, but that punishment of yours felt really fucking amazing."

"Maybe," she says. "Think of how bad it'll feel if you never had that ever again, though..."

"Are you saying that if we break up, you're going to have break up sex with me and then leave me like that? Going to be completely fucking honest with you, Princess... that sounds like the worst punishment ever."

"Then it's a good thing we can't break up," she says, shaking her head side to side, the tips of our noses touching. "It's a rule, right?"

"Yeah, it is," I say. "It's a rule, but I don't want to take it for granted, Princess. I'm not going to do anything to fuck it up. I promise. I didn't really think about what would happen when I got back to school, but I've been thinking about it more and--"

She kisses me to shut me up. How can I argue with that?

"Can we talk after?" she asks. "I want to see if I can make you cum again like this."

"Oh, yeah? You just want to see, huh?"

"Uh huh..."

"Alright, let's see how it goes."

"I think I can," she says, grinning at me.

"I think you can, too."

And, uh... yeah, pretty fucking sure she can. We focus on each other after that. No talking. Talking is nice, and talking during slow sex can be a lot of fun. It's intimate on an entirely different level than anything else I've ever experienced. It's like cuddling and talking, making love and confiding in each other, all in one. I like it, but I like this, too.

She takes control. She's not controlling right now, but she sets the pace. I go with her, move with her, just slight, gentle movements that match what she's doing. She goes up, I shift a little with her. Right before she's about to come down, I pull back. I feel every fucking beautiful inch inside of her as she slides down my shaft, coming back to me and taking me all in.

I kind of want to hold her, but I don't know if I could handle it. If my hands weren't strapped to the armrests of this chair, I don't know if I could stop myself from wanting more. It's not like I'd try to take over, but sometimes when you get a little taste, you want a lot more afterwards.

Who the fuck ever said they were satisfied with one bite of cake? You never want one bite. You want a whole piece of cake. Not just one of those small fucking slivers, either. A real piece. Maybe even a corner piece so you get more frosting.

If my hands were free, I'd want to touch her. I'd want to hold her hips. I'd want to pull her down onto me hard and grind inside her when she lowered herself. I'd want to set the pace. Maybe just a little at first. Small tastes, taking a little at a time, but... yeah...

In the end, I think I'd take over, and this isn't about that right now. It's Ashley. She's in charge. This is hers. It's her fucking corner piece of the cake and I'm here to make sure she enjoys the extra frosting.

She goes faster now. She rides me, up and down, her dress sliding against my thighs while my cock slides in and out of her. She wraps her arms around me and holds me tight, burying her face against my neck.

"Cum for me," I tell her. "Can you cum for me, Princess?"

She nods against my neck, kissing me, then sucking hard. She lifts up and down once more before pushing down hard. Rocking and sliding in my lap, she grinds her clit against my lower abs. I flex them and lean back so she can do her thing. I can feel her pussy pressing harder and harder against my muscles.

"I love you," I tell her. "I love you so fucking much."

She doesn't say anything back, because she's kind of busy right now. I can feel it, the moment of no return. She tightens, clenching against me. I know I said this was about her before, but... yeah...

It feels pretty fucking amazing. I resist the urge to lift my hips up and grind hard against her, though. She's doing more than enough grinding for the both of us. Her body shifts and squirms in my lap, then she tightens hard against me, squeezing my shaft inside her. Slow and deliberate, she keeps rocking back and forth, pressing her clit against body.

I don't know how long her orgasm lasts. I really couldn't even tell you. It feels like forever. I don't know if I can remember a time when I didn't feel pure ecstasy throbbing through my shaft as she came, squeezing tight against me. It kind of just feels like it's always been this way, or at least it always should be this way.

When she's done, she leans close to me, pressing tight against me and hugging me. Her body is a little limp now, softer than before, less urgent. She was always patient and slow, but with every movement up and down, I could feel her growing tighter, her muscles tensing, needing more, a little more, even more still...

None of that now, though. She came and she's happy. I smile and kiss her cheek.

"You cum now," she says, whispering into my neck. "Pretty please?"

She doesn't just ask me with her words, she does it with her body. She lifts up, then down, short motions, not too fast and not too slow. Just up and down, a couple of inches, just like that. I feel it, let the feeling consume me. I don't try to rush it or force it, I just let it come.

And... yeah... I cum.

I have the most beautiful fucking girl in the world riding my cock, the girl I love more than anything. It's not exactly hard to do. I don't need to fuck her hard and rough every single time. We can be slow and patient and take all the time in the world if we want to. We can be together forever.

I feel her squeezing me as I cum inside her. She's watching me now, looking me in the eyes and smiling at me. I smile back at her and try to kiss her, but she sneaks away from me. When I settle back in the chair, she sneaks back, our noses touching, our smiles close.

"That was fun," she says. "Did I punish you enough? Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yeah," I tell her. "If you want to punish me again like that sometime, I'm up for it, though."

"I don't want to," she says, shaking her head. "I don't want you to be bad, Ethan. Be good for me, alright?"

"I will," I say. "I promise."

"We can still do that again, though, but it just won't be a punishment next time," she adds. "Because it was pretty fun. I liked that a lot."

I laugh. "Me too. Now I kind of want to get you back, though. You might find yourself tied to a chair sometime, Princess... you're going to have to be careful from now on."

"Oh really?" she asks me, lifting one eyebrow. "I don't think you should tie me to a chair, though. It should be something else."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Um... maybe just a bar? With my hands above my head, tied like that so I'm standing but I can't get away."

"I see you've put a lot of thought into this."

"I did not! I'm just being practical. If you tie me up like that, you can tease me a lot easier in a lot of different ways. It's simple math and science, Ethan."

"Oh, yeah, right," I say, rolling my eyes at her. "Of course."

"If you want me to let you out of this chair, you better be nice to me," she says, squeezing me tight inside her. Yeah, uh... we're still kind of together.

For a little while, at least. She stands up and I slide out of her. I'm not sure how I feel about this. On one hand, my cock suddenly feels cold and like it needs a nice, warm hug. On the other hand, holy fucking hell, Ashley looks amazing.

The dress is nice. Her breasts, whatever the fuck is going on with those... also nice. Hips, curves, ass? All definitely nice.

And then there's my cum covering her cleavage and dripping down the front of her dress, which... I don't even know how to explain how this makes me feel. Here's Little Miss Perfect Princess in a sexy as fuck red dress, the top of which is covered in more than enough of my cum to make an obvious impression, and she's standing there in some "Fuck Me" high heels. I hope that's explanation enough for you, but if not, just know that my cock is throbbing again and I just had two of the most intense orgasms of my life, back to back.

"Ethan," Ashley says, pouting at me.

"What's up, Princess?" I ask her.

"I'm hungry."

"Oh. Do you want to order some food? I think the cafeteria is closed already."

"Yes, can we?"

"Sure," I say, laughing at how excited she sounds. It's just food, Princess. Calm the fuck down.

"Um... also, I didn't really think this through very well and I don't know how to get the tape off," she says.

"Yeah, where the fuck did you even get tape?" I ask her.

"I borrowed it from Caleb. I was in his room before I came here. That's where I got ready. I left my backpack there."

"Wait. What the fuck? You were in Caleb's room in that sexy as fuck dress and he gave you some duct tape? Not sure how I feel about that, but it's not good."

"I needed somewhere to go!" she says, like this is my fault. This isn't my fault, Princess! "How else was I supposed to get up here, too? I needed to surprise you so that I could slap you. Caleb checked me in downstairs."

"Yeah, well, I'm still going to kick his ass," I say, standing up to...

I sit back down, because I'm taped to a fucking chair and standing up isn't exactly the easiest thing to do right now. Yeah, I can do it, but I'm still taped to the chair so I kind of have to hunch over, and I doubt I look very intimidating that way. I know I could open the door and march down the hall to Caleb's room, but I also know I don't have pants on, so...

Let's just not do that. I don't always think things through before I do them, but I'm thinking them through this time and I've decided it's a real fucking bad idea.

"I guess you could just rip the tape off?" I say.

"Do you have scissors?" she asks.

"Uh... no? What the fuck does my room look like? Arts and crafts central or something?"

"You don't have to get angry at me!" she says. And, oh shit, she has her hands on her hips. Fuck.

"I'm not angry," I tell her, trying to be the rational one here. "You tied me to a chair."