Chapter 4

Alexis

When I get back to Jacob’s apartment, I go straight to his office to try to find him. I noticed someone following me on my walk, and it really shook me up. He’s probably going to tell me that he told me so, but I don’t care. I need some sort of comfort right now, and even though we just reconnected yesterday, Jacob makes me feel safe.

He isn’t in his office, and I try not to panic about it. I go to check his bedroom, knocking on the door before I fling it open. Jacob isn’t there, either.

I’m not sure why, but I start freaking out at the realization that I’m here alone. Its so unlike me, but all I could think about as the stranger was following me was getting back here and telling Jacob about the awful experience. The fact that I can’t hits almost as hard as when I realized there was someone on my trail.

Fighting back tears, I go to the living room and settle onto the couch. I think about putting something on, but as I scroll through all of his streaming apps, nothing catches my attention. Instead, I decide to take some deep, steadying breaths while I wait for my stepbrother to get back from wherever he is.

About ten minutes later, Jacob walks through his front door, and I fling myself into his arms. He makes a noise of surprise as he immediately returns my embrace. We stay like that for almost an entire minute, not speaking to each other. Then Jacob pets my hair and asks, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I say into his chest, already feeling more grounded now that he’s here. “I just thought someone was following me earlier. It really freaked me out.”

Jacob goes rigid for half a second before stepping back and looking at me with sympathy. “I’m sorry that happened. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just keep holding me?” I ask, thankful he isn’t chastising me for going out on my own.

“Of course. Would you like to go to the couch?”

I nod, following him to the cushy, gray sofa. He waits for me to sit before settling in next to me, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me halfway onto his lap. The proximity makes me feel better right away, and I relax into his form. He resumes running his hand soothingly over my hair, and I let out a contented sigh.

A few minutes go by as he comforts me wordlessly. Then he presses a soft kiss to the top of my head, then another.

I know I should tell him to stop, but I don’t want him to. Instead, I tilt my face up toward him. His response is pressing a kiss to my forehead.

He doesn’t stop there, planting a kiss on my cheek before moving on to the tip of my nose. Then, finally, he kisses me properly.

It’s innocent enough, just a gentle and hesitant touch of our lips, but it lights me up. I respond, letting him deepen the contact.

Our kisses slowly get more intense, going from a slide of lips to a tentative touching of tongues. Before I know it, he’s pushing me onto my back, kissing me harder and with more fervor. I do my best to match his enthusiasm, knowing my lack of experience is probably obvious. Jacob doesn’t seem to mind, running his hand along my side and bringing it up to fondle my breast.

“Can I try something?” he asks, his mouth still so close to mine that our lips brush together.

“Yes,” I whisper, missing him when he pulls away.

I don’t miss him for long because he hooks his fingers into my leggings and the waistband of my panties, pulling them down and exposing my pussy. He groans at the sight, pushing out any self-consciousness that threatens to creep in. I prop myself up to look at him.

He’s staring at my glistening folds, his pupils blown with lust. A shiver of anticipation runs through my body as his tongue darts out from between his parted lips. He runs his hand up the inside of my thighs, stopping short of my center.

I gasp when he swipes his fingertip through my wetness. The sensation is so much more intense than the feeling of my own touch. It’s so good, I think I might get addicted. It gets even better when his finger goes inside me.

“Oh!” I whimper, my hips bucking up in search of more.

Jacob chuckles before removing his hand, replacing it with his tongue. It’s wet and so, so hot. I feel like my body’s convulsing when he drags the muscle from the bottom of my opening up to my clit. Nothing has ever felt this good before in my life.

Emboldened by my reaction, Jacob closes his mouth over the bundle of nerves, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue. My brain short-circuits. I try to say his name, but a garbled noise comes out instead. I wonder if sex feels this good with other men, or if he’s just good at what he’s doing. I don’t really care to find out. Screw the fact that he’s my stepbrother and this is wrong. I only want him for the rest of my life.

As if things couldn’t get better, his fingers come back into play again. He starts by pushing one slowly inside my pussy. The muscles in my abdomen clench involuntarily, and I start to see stars. Then, pleased with the noises I’m making, he adds another finger.

The stretch and stimulation are almost too much, but I don’t want it to stop. A sensation familiar to the one I experienced last night starts to build, starting in the soles of my feet and extending up into my belly. He’s bringing me close to my climax in what feels like record time.

“Close,” I manage to gasp. “I think I’m close.”

He hums against me in affirmation, and I go tumbling over the edge. My head swims with pleasure, and all of my senses are engulfed by Jacob. This feels like a naughty dream, but so much better because it’s real.

It isn’t until I start twitching that Jacob pulls off. He looks up at me, his chin glistening with my juices. His pupils consume his whole iris, making his eyes look black. I desperately need to make him feel at least half as good as he made me feel.

“Let me,” I say, forcing myself upright and reaching for his waistband. “I want to–”

“Slow down, princess,” he chuckles, unbuckling his belt to allow me access.

When I see his dick, hard and leaking, my mouth begins to water in anticipation. I wrap my hand around his length, giving him a few pumps. Having him in my hand makes me feel powerful and incredibly womanly. It’s like I’m no longer a little girl, but a full-blown adult.

Hesitantly, I bend over to kitten-lick the tip, tasting the salty fluid collecting there. The way his breath hitches fills me with confidence, and I drop down, trying to fit his entire cock into my mouth. It hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag and pull off.

“Take it slow,” he says encouragingly, threading his fingers through my hair. “I know you’re eager, but don’t try to take it all at once. We can work up to that.”

I nod, a rush of excitement running through me at the promise of this happening again. This time, I only put about half of him in my mouth, using my hand to cover the rest. With my mouth stretched out, I bob my head and suckle softly.

“That’s it,” he groans, his hand tightening on the back of my head. “Suck my cock, princess.”

I do as he says, getting more and more enthusiastic. Drool drips from my mouth, and I use it to lubricate my hand. Jacob’s response, his clear enjoyment, feels almost as good as the way his mouth felt on me. I want nothing more than to give him an orgasm, to fill him with the same overwhelming pleasure he just gave me.

“Hold on,” he says, pulling me off his length by my hair. It hurts, but I like the sharp pain. “I want to fuck you.”

I stare at him with wide eyes, unsure of what to say. That sounds incredible, but I’m worried about my lack of experience. What if it isn’t good for him? I don’t want him to be disappointed.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he says, sensing my hesitancy. “But I promise I’ll be gentle. It won’t hurt.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” I tell him. “It’s just… I’ve never done that before. What if I’m not good at it?”

He chuckles, pulling me into a kiss before saying, “You’ll be good at it. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I breathe, getting lost in his eyes. “I trust you, Jacob.”

“Then get on your back for me.”