Garrett
“Was Mia at the club the other day?”
I look up from my laptop to see Emerson leaning against the doorframe. “Um…maybe. Who told you that?”
“I heard it from Charlotte who heard it from Eden.” There is a smug grin threatening to show itself on his face, so I focus back on the contracts for the event, instead of leveling him with a petty glare.
“Well, go ahead,” I mutter.
“Go ahead what?”
“Say you told me so.”
He laughs. “I’m not sure it’s something I should rub in your face. I’m glad you two have made up, that’s all.”
“Well, she still hates me,” I reply, leaning back in my chair and looking up at him.
“Even after five hours in room twelve?”
“Yep. Turns out sex is better that way. When we hate each other.”
“Hmm,” he replies, deliberating this idea, and I can tell he doesn’t believe me.
Not that he should. The hate part isn’t real. It’s just the convenient lie I tell myself to avoid what’s really going on…which is that I’m getting in too deep.
“How is the event planning going?” he asks, noticing the contract on my computer.
“I wanted to talk to you about that, actually. Mia had a fantastic idea that I want to run by you.”
As I detail everything Mia and I discussed, he looks impressed.
“I think that’s fucking genius,” he replies. “I told you it would be smart to bring her on.”
“You said you weren’t going to say ‘I told you so,’” I reply with a crooked smile.
“Couldn’t help myself.” He lingers in the doorway, before adding, “You should get a room with her.”
My head turns in his direction. “Excuse me?”
“You said it yourself, we need something fresh in the hall, so get a room with her. Or put her in one alone. Or with Eden.”
“Let me stop you right there,” I interrupt him.
“What? She’s a sex worker herself. Why are you—’
“Please don’t say that,” I reply, rubbing my forehead.
“What? Call her a sex worker? That’s what she is. There’s no shame in it.”
“I know there’s no shame, but I mean…how would you feel if it was Charlie? Flashing her puss—’
“Watch it,” he barks.
“My point exactly.”
He rolls his eyes before nodding. “Well, there’s a difference. You just said things between you and Mia are casual. Unless it’s not…”
I don’t reply as I stare at the computer screen, not focusing on anything, allowing that thought to permeate. I know why it bothers me, and he knows too. I just don’t know if I’m ready to admit it yet.
“Speaking of…” he says, and I glance up at the security camera on the wall that shows the front desk, and there she is. Unmistakable silvery blonde hair styled perfectly to hang around her shoulders. She’s in a snug dress that accentuates her curves and makes my mouth water because I can already feel her full breasts in my hands and picture how her ass moves when I pound into her from behind.
And I know exactly what she’s hiding under that dress. Am I a devious asshole for doing this? Encouraging her to wear that plug as Drake, so I can see it for myself as Garrett? Probably.
“Finish event planning later,” Emerson says with a subtle laugh.
I pop out of my office chair, practically ready to sprint to the front of the club to catch her before she accidentally falls into the wrong hands or someone talks to her.
But as I make my way down the hall toward the main room entrance, I feel Emerson on my heels.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I ask.
“To say hello,” he replies.
“Fuck off. No, you’re not.”
He’s wearing a wicked grin as he pulls open the main room door. “Will you calm down? Charlotte’s at the bar, and I want to introduce her.”
My heels practically skid against the floor as I stop him and press a hand to his chest. “No. You can’t.”
“What? Why?”
“Because Mia is not my girlfriend. I’ve made that very clear. We don’t need to introduce them or act like they can be close friends now.” Besides, I know my stepsister, and for as long as I can remember, she’s been wary of making female friends, stemming from the way those catty bitches treated her on her gymnastics team.
“Too late,” he replies, nodding toward the bar across the room, where Little Miss Social-and-Outgoing Charlie and Eden are already chatting it up with my fucking stepsister. And to my surprise, Mia looks…okay. She’s smiling at the bartender, laughing with the other women, and not looking as uncomfortable as I expected her to be.
I watch her for a moment before crossing the room to greet her, and I watch the way her expression changes when she notices me coming. The way her eyes graze over my body, admiring my suit. And if I’m not mistaken, there’s something else there too…almost like she’s glad to see me.
“Hi,” I greet her, but I don’t touch her, not yet.
“Hi,” she replies, sticking to the rules.
“You ready?” I ask, and she doesn’t even look uncomfortable as she nods at me.
“Yep.” Of course, Mia wouldn’t even be bothered by people knowing she’s about to have sex with her stepbrother.
“Wait, you’re taking her already. I just got to meet her!” Charlie whines as she weaves her arm through Mia’s.
“I’m taking her,” I state, pulling her away.
“Fine. Have fun,” Charlie jokes with sarcasm. “And I’m sure I’ll see you again.”
“It was nice to meet you,” Mia replies, waving back at the group as I drag her across the room.
We don’t speak as I guide her to room twenty-two, and even before I unlock the door, my spine is buzzing with excitement, my cock swelling in my pants, ready to see her expression when we enter.
Standing in the doorway, she gasps as she sees what I consider the most physically adventurous room we have. In the corner, a swing hangs from the ceiling. The bed is more of a platform, firmer than the rest, to allow for more controlled movement while still being comfortable. There are pillows, but no blankets, and the restraints aren’t discreet on this one. Above the platform are bars and handles built strong enough to withhold a person’s weight.
Along the side of the room are more pieces of sex furniture, some that take a good deal of imagination to figure out, but I watch Mia’s eyes dance around the room, her pupils dilating with anticipation as she does.
“I was afraid we were just going to rent another bedroom tonight,” she mutters quietly.
Leaning over her from behind, I grind my already stiff length into her back. “If we’re just fucking, then we’re going to fuck our way through this entire club.”
She shivers, leaning against me, and I press my nose into her neck, inhaling her scent. My cock twitches again. I try to remember the moment when everything changed for me and Mia—when the smell of her skin alone started sending my heart racing and my dick throbbing. Was it the video chat? Or was it before that?
Neither of us are patient tonight. The second she spins toward me and kisses my mouth, we’re tearing at our clothes and moving with haste toward the platform bed. As I lean down to slide her panties to the floor, she squeezes my shoulder and moves away. I almost forget what’s waiting for me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I have something to show you…” she mumbles, biting her lip. I’m on my knees in front of her as she delicately spins and bends at the waist, completely naked and revealing a teal gem wedged between her porcelain cheeks.
The growl that climbs its way out of my chest is feral. I grip Mia’s hips tightly as I pull her closer, placing a warm kiss on the right cheek and brushing my thumb over the toy.
“Oh, baby,” I say, my voice muffled against her skin. “Is this for me?”
“I heard that it makes sex even better.”
I moan again. My hands cascade across her flesh, down her gentle spine and around her soft pillowy thighs. My lips trail behind my fingers, and when she moves to lie down first, I flip her on top of me as I recline my head on one of the pillows.
“I want you to ride my cock.”
Her high-pitched moan against my lips sounds a hell of a lot like yes to me. And she’s already moving her hips down toward my waiting cock.
“Slow down,” I say with a laugh as I kiss her neck. “You’re so eager for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she replies with a pant.
“But don’t you want to ride my face first?”
“Yes,” she cries out again, and I shift her upward. If I thought the scent of her skin turned me on, this one makes me downright savage. I run my ravenous tongue along the warm folds of her cunt.
Her high-pitched mewls fill the room as I hook my arms around her thighs and dive in. She’s squirming in my hold, but at this point, I can’t keep my mouth off of her. My lips wrap around her clit as I suck and flick it with my tongue. “Oh my God,” she moans.
When I gaze up at her, I’m pleasantly surprised to find her staring back down at me, a twinkle of excitement in her eyes as her legs start to tremble. I want to feel her come on my tongue, just like she did the other day. I need it. I am an addict for Mia. Hooked on the way she looks as she climaxes, and I crave her orgasms even more than I crave my own.
Her hips start to grind, and I notice the way she keeps lifting herself up, only to have my arms pull her back down.
I lift her up long enough to give myself enough room to talk. “Mia, when I said sit on my face, I meant sit on my fucking face.”
She grips the headboard as her weight settles, and I lap hungrily at her delicious pussy, watching her various expressions with each suck, nibble, and lick, until all the telltale signs of her impending orgasm are obvious. Then, I go in for the kill, sucking on her clit so hard, she’s screaming as her body is locked in multiple tremors of pleasure.
She’s barely regained the ability to breathe before sliding down my body and settling her weight on my cock. So goddamn eager.
But no matter how excited she is, she still has to move slowly. She still has to stretch to accommodate me, her face wincing from the burn. Finally, her tight pussy swallows my cock when she sets herself completely on my lap.
I can’t help myself as I grab her face and pull it down for a rough kiss. She moans into my mouth when she starts moving on her own, chasing her pleasure once more as she grinds her hips on top of me.
“Oh, I like this position,” she says with a sweet hum as she sits back up straight.
“Use those bars,” I say, gesturing toward the handles over her head. With some hesitation, she reaches up and takes hold, immediately noticing the way it gives her more leverage.
“Yes,” she cries out sweetly.
“Good girl. Now, make yourself come again. Use my cock, Mia.”
Her movements pick up speed as she slides up and down my shaft, and it’s the most beautiful fucking sight in the world. Her eyes closed and her bottom lip pinched between her teeth as she bounces her body on mine, finding what feels good and using the friction we’re creating to get there.
“How does this feel?” I ask, sliding my hands back to the plug, giving it a little nudge. She hums in response.
“So good,” she replies. “It’s so…tight.”
Reaching over, I find my pants strewn across the platform, and I fish my phone out of the pocket. “Mia, I need to record this. Can I?”
Her eyes pop open, and she pauses when she notices the phone in my hand. With a brave look on her face, she nods. “Yes.”
Without hesitation, I open the camera app and aim it at her. With her eyes dancing back and forth from my face to the phone, she starts moving again.
“Eyes on me, Mia.”
The expression on her face is intense. I watch her features change as she finds something that feels good, going harder, faster, deeper until she’s trembling and holding her breath and gripping the bar so tight, her knuckles turn white. Her tits bounce and the soft flesh of her hips dance with every pounding drop on my cock.
I struggle to keep her in the frame of the video as she moves, but it’s not her body I want on camera—it’s her face. I keep the shaky recording on her upper half, so her strong arms gripping the bars and the euphoria on her face are the stars of the show.
“I’m coming, Garrett,” she pants, before giving out one long sexy cry and seizing up in a look that screams ecstasy. And I catch every moment of it on camera, which I’ll sure as fuck enjoy watching later.
When I know she’s done, ready to collapse on my chest, I put my phone down. Then, I pull her mouth to mine again, kissing her while she’s still trying to catch her breath.
“Lift up for me,” I tell her, and when she does, I thrust my hips upward, impaling her hard. She yelps, latching her lips on mine in a deep kiss. Our tongues tangle as I fuck her, our bodies slapping together and creating the most carnal, dirty sound this room has ever heard.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter as I slam home one more time before I come hard, spilling inside her.
For a moment, she stays on top of me, resting her face against my chest, and I stroke her sweat-damp back, feeling her heart pound through her rib cage. It’s intimate and quiet for a moment. My hand slides down her spine, making her flinch when I reach her ass.
“I want to fuck you here someday. I want every part of you to be mine.” I press gently on the plug, and she whimpers as I do.
Lifting up, she stares down at me. “If I was going to trust anyone to do that, it would be you.”
The word ‘trust’ sends a shock wave of shame through my heart. I’m lying to her. I’m the last person she should trust. But she does anyway.
“Why do you have such issues trusting men?” I ask.
Heaving a sigh, she settles herself on my chest, my cock pulling out as she drapes a leg over mine and cuddles into my arm.
“You might not remember too well, but I developed at a young age, Garrett. Before I was even through puberty, I could feel the way men would gawk at me. The vulgar catcalls boys shouted at me. All the things they wanted to do to me or have me do to them, and it made me feel so cheap. Like I was worth nothing but entertainment for them. I felt like something for them to use, and it made me feel so gross.”
“And how the hell did that lead to being a camgirl?”
“Because it puts me in control. I’m the one taking something from them. And it gives me back a little of that power, so I don’t feel so used.”
I brush her hair out of her eyes, my heart galloping in my chest at the thought of anyone hurting her or taking anything from her she doesn’t want to give.
“You know I’m not like them, right? This might just be sex, but—’
“Garrett, stop,” she says, sitting up and pressing her fingers to my lips. “You are nothing like them. When I’m with you, I feel like you actually see me. Not just my body. Not my big tits or round ass. But me. I’m not a piece of meat to you. I can see that.”
“You’re not a piece of meat, Mia. And no one should make you feel that way.”
The moment stretches between us, growing heavy as we stare at each other. And I can’t tell if we’re still talking as friends, stepsiblings, or something more, but we’re treading into dangerous territory. I can’t help it. Mia has wound her way into my life, and for the first time, I’m not in any rush to get her out of it.
