Chapter 7: Chapter 7
He gathered the soft cotton in his fists and pulled, lifting the shirt up and over her head in one fluid motion. It caught for a second on her chin, then was gone, discarded to the floor. She was left kneeling before him in just her plain cotton shorts, her skin glowing in the low light, her breath coming in shallow hitches.
“Jesus,” he breathed, the word full of raw appreciation. His eyes traveled over the full, heavy curves of her breasts, the dark nipples tight against the cool air. His hands, rough and large, came up to cup their weight, his thumbs brushing back and forth. “All this time. Hiding this.”
Alyssa couldn’t speak. She watched his face, the hunger there, a different kind than before. This was slower, more possessive. He leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue flicking the peak until she gasped. His other hand slid down her stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. “Still wet?” he mumbled against her skin.
She nodded, a frantic little movement. He hooked his fingers and pulled, dragging the shorts and her panties down her thighs. He made her lift her hips to get them off, leaving her completely bare. “On the bed. On your back.” She scrambled to comply, the old mattress springs groaning under her weight. He stood at the edge, looking down at her splayed form, his eyes tracing every line. “Open your legs. Wider.”
She obeyed, exposing herself fully, the evidence of her arousal glistening. He unbuckled his belt, the leather sliding free with a whisper, then pushed his pants and briefs down. His cock, thick and already hard again, sprang free. He stroked himself slowly, watching her watch him. “You see what you do?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me.” The words were easier this time, lubricated by shame and a desperate, climbing need.
“How?” He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging her entrance. He didn’t push in. He just waited.
“Hard,” she said, her voice breaking. “I want to feel it tomorrow.”
A grim smile touched his lips. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging in, and drove forward in one deep, unforgiving thrust. She cried out, her back arching, her internal muscles fluttering around the sudden, breathtaking invasion. He was thicker than her fingers, thicker than anything, and he filled her completely. “Oh, God,” she choked.
“That’s it,” he grunted, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The bedframe knocked against the wall with a rhythmic thud. “Take it. That’s my cock. Not his. Mine.” He set a brutal, pounding pace, each stroke punching the air from her lungs. The sound of skin slapping skin, wet and obscene, filled the room. He leaned over her, his sweat dripping onto her chest. “You like that? You like getting fucked raw by your uncle?”
She couldn’t form words. She could only nod, her head thrashing on the pillow. The friction was building a fire low in her belly, a coil tightening with every deep, claiming stroke. He shifted, angling his hips, and the next thrust brushed a spot inside her that made her vision whiten. A sharp, guttural scream tore from her throat.
“There it is,” he hissed, hammering that same spot relentlessly. “Come on. Come on my cock. Do it.”
The command broke her. Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and total, her body clamping down on him in fierce, rhythmic pulses. She sobbed, her nails raking down his back. He fucked her through it, his pace never faltering, drawing her pleasure out into shuddering waves.
His own control frayed. His thrusts became ragged, deeper, more possessive. “Gonna come inside you,” he growled, his voice strained. “Gonna fill this tight little cunt up. Mark it.” With a final, deep grind, he buried himself to the hilt and let go. She felt the hot, liquid pulse of his release deep inside her, jet after jet, a flooding warmth that made her whimper.
He collapsed on top of her, his weight a solid, smothering anchor. They lay there, slick and joined, breathing in ragged unison. Downstairs, a door slammed.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway, followed by Brianna’s light, mocking laugh and Cody’s confused, upbeat voice. “Aly? Babe? You up here?”
Scott went still above her. He slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. They were cold and clear, all passion spent, leaving only calculation. He didn’t pull out. He held her there, pinned, filled with him.
“He’s here,” Scott whispered, a cruel smile touching his lips. “Your fiancé.”
He gathered the soft cotton in his fists and pulled, lifting it up and over her head in one fluid motion. It fell, a silent puddle of fabric on the floorboards. The air in the old house, always cool, raised goosebumps on her skin. Scott just stared, his breathing audible.
“Jesus Christ, Alyssa.” His voice was stripped bare.
Her breasts were fuller than he’d ever imagined, high and heavy with large, dusky areolas, the nipples tight from the cool air and his earlier attention. His gaze traveled down the flat plane of her stomach, over the sharp cut of her hip bones, to the simple cotton shorts still hiding the rest. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband. “These too.” She didn’t help, but she didn’t resist, letting him peel the shorts and her plain panties down her legs until she stood completely naked before him in the dim green light.
He reached out, his palm rough against the smooth skin of her belly, feeling her tremble. “All this for Cody?” he asked, his voice low. “He wouldn’t know what to do with it.” He pushed her back onto the bed, the old springs groaning in protest. She landed with a soft gasp, her hair fanning out around her. He knelt between her legs, spreading her thighs wide with his hands, exposing her completely. She tried to close them, a reflexive modesty, but he held her open. “No. I look my fill.”
And he did. His eyes traced every fold, the glistening wetness that proved her shameful arousal. He spit onto his fingers, the sound crude, and rubbed the moisture over her opening. “You’re still so tight from that first little orgasm,” he mused, pushing one thick finger inside her slowly. She whimpered, her head turning into the duvet. “But you’re greedy for it. I can feel you pulling me in.” He added a second finger, stretching her, a slow, deliberate invasion. “You want my cock again. Admit it.”
“Scott, please,” she begged, the words muffled.
“Please what?” He curled his fingers, searching, and found that deep, swollen spot. She jerked, a sharp cry escaping her. “Tell me.”
“I want it,” she sobbed, her hips lifting off the bed, fucking herself on his hand. “I want your cock. Please.”
He withdrew his fingers, slick and shining. He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head nudging against her soaked flesh. “You get it raw again,” he stated, not asking. “Every drop. You understand?” She nodded, frantic, her eyes wide and desperate. He slammed into her in one brutal, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
The force knocked the air from her lungs in a choked gasp. He was impossibly deep, stretching her filled her completely. He didn’t move, letting her adjust to the overwhelming fullness. “Look at me,” he commanded. Her tear-filled eyes met his. “This is what you are now.” Then he began to move.
It was a relentless, pounding rhythm, each drive of his hips slamming the bed frame into the wall with a solid thump, thump, thump. He fucked her with a single-minded purpose, his grip on her hips sure to leave bruises. The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies meeting mixed with her ragged cries and his grunted curses. “Take it,” he growled, his pace increasing, his balls slapping against her ass. “This cunt is mine. You come on my cock, Alyssa. Now.”
Her second climax ripped through her with violent, unexpected force, a seizing, convulsing wave that made her scream into the pillow. Her inner muscles clamped down on him in frantic pulses, and that milking sensation tipped him over the edge. With a final, deep grind, he emptied himself into her, a hot, pulsing flood that filled her up, his own groan long and guttural against her neck.
He collapsed on top of her, his weight a solid, suffocating reality. They lay there, stuck together with sweat and spend, breathing in ragged unison. Downstairs, a floorboard creaked. Then another. Footsteps, hesitant on the stairs.
Scott lifted his head, listening. A slow, grim smile touched his lips. “Right on time,” he muttered.
He rolled off her, leaving her feeling suddenly cold and empty. He stood, pulling on his sweatpants, not bothering to clean himself up. “Get dressed,” he said to Alyssa, his voice all business now. “Put that shirt on. Nothing else.” She moved slowly, painfully, pulling the oversized cotton over her head. It fell to mid-thigh, covering the evidence of what they’d done. Scott picked up his phone from the nightstand, checked the screen, and nodded to himself.
The footsteps on the stairs grew closer, pausing outside the door. A soft knock. “Alyssa?” Cody’s voice, tentative and worried, came through the wood. “Brianna said you were up here and you were upset? Can I come in?”
Scott looked at Alyssa, held a finger to his lips, and walked silently to the door. He turned the knob and pulled it open.
Cody stood there, his boyish face etched with concern. He was dressed in his pre-wedding casual best, a polo shirt and khakis. His eyes darted past Scott, widening as he saw Alyssa on the bed, her legs bare, her face flushed and streaked. He took in Scott’s state of undress, the disheveled room, the thick scent in the air. His expression cycled from confusion to dawning, horrible comprehension.
“What… what’s going on?” Cody managed, his voice cracking.
Scott leaned against the doorframe, blocking the exit. “We were just finishing up a conversation,” Scott said, his tone dangerously calm. “About wedding night expectations. Weren’t we, Alyssa?”
Alyssa stared at the floor, unable to meet her fiancé’s eyes.
“Brianna said…” Cody trailed off, his face pale. He took a step back. “I’m… I’ll go.”
“No,” Scott said, the word freezing Cody in place. “You should come in. We have something to show you.” He held up his phone, the screen dark but potent. “A preview. Since you’re family.”
Cody’s eyes were locked on the phone, a rabbit sensing the snare. From down the hall, the door to Brianna’s room opened. She leaned against her doorframe, wearing only a silk robe tied loosely at the waist. “Everything okay out here?” she asked, her voice a lazy purr. “Cody, honey, you left your phone in my room.”
Cody flinched as if struck. He looked from Brianna, to Scott, to Alyssa, the architecture of the betrayal settling upon him all at once. His shoulders slumped.
“Come on in, Cody,” Brianna said, smiling. She opened her door wider. “Let’s all talk.”
He gathered the soft cotton in his fists and pulled, the shirt yielding with a soft tear at the seam. It joined the rest of the discarded clothes on the floor. Alyssa stood shivering, not from cold, her skin pebbling under his gaze as it traveled from her throat down to her feet. “Jesus,” he breathed, the word full of dark appreciation.
He backed her toward the bed until her knees hit the mattress, and she sat down hard. “Lie back.” She did, her body a pale line against the dark duvet, her breasts shifting with the movement. Scott didn’t join her immediately. He just looked, his eyes mapping every curve and hollow, the athletic definition of her thighs, the dark triangle of hair at their junction. “You’re a fucking vision, Alyssa.” He finally knelt on the bed, crawling over her, his knees pushing her legs apart. The head of his cock, still wet and hard again, nudged against her inner thigh. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” she whispered, the words automatic now, a learned response.
“Louder.” He pressed the tip against her entrance, not entering, just applying that exquisite, maddening pressure. “Say ‘Fuck me, Scott’.”
“Fuck me, Scott!” The cry was torn from her, raw and real. He drove into her in one deep, claiming stroke, burying himself to the hilt in her slick, clutching heat. Alyssa’s back arched, a choked gasp escaping her as he filled her completely. He set a relentless pace from the start, each thrust punching the air from her lungs, the slap of skin on skin a brutal rhythm in the quiet room. He fucked her with a single-minded intensity, his hands pinning her hips to the bed, owning the space inside her.
“This is my cunt now,” he grunted, his pace never faltering. “You understand? You come on my cock, you scream my name. Not his.” He shifted, hooking her legs over his shoulders, angling himself deeper. The new position made her cry out, the penetration shocking in its completeness. “You feel that? That’s me in your guts, baby.” He was relentless, a piston of flesh and intent, sweat dripping from his brow onto her chest.
Alyssa was unmoored, lost to the sensory overload of being so thoroughly used. Pleasure, sharp and coppery, built low in her belly with each grinding thrust. Her nails scrabbled at his forearms, leaving red trails. “I’m… I can’t…”
“You can,” he snarled. “Come for me. Now.” He dropped one hand between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit and pressing hard, circling the swollen nub in time with his thrusts. It was too much. The coil inside her snapped, and her world dissolved into a white-hot convulsion of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Her cunt clenched around him in violent, rhythmic pulses, milking his length, and she screamed, a sound of utter surrender.
He followed her over the edge with a guttural roar, his thrusts becoming erratic, then stilling as he plunged deep. She felt the hot, liquid pulse of his release inside her, a flooding warmth that marked her irrevocably. He collapsed on top of her, his weight a solid, suffocating comfort.
The sound of the door opening didn’t register at first.
Then Brianna’s voice, cool and amused, cut through the haze. “Brought a guest to the party.” Scott rolled off, and Alyssa turned her head, her vision blurry. Cody stood in the doorway, his face a mask of stunned horror. Brianna stood beside him, her hand possessively on his belt buckle. His jeans were unbuttoned, his t-shirt disheveled. A dark, wet spot stained the front of his khakis.
“What the fuck?” Cody’s voice was a strangled whisper. His eyes were glued to Alyssa, naked and glistening with sweat and spend, Scott’s hand still resting on her thigh.
Scott sat up, completely unconcerned with his own nudity. “She had some questions about the wedding night.” He shrugged, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “I was giving her a practical demonstration.”
Cody took a stumbling step forward, his fists clenching. “You bastard! Aly, get away from him!”
Alyssa didn’t move. She just watched him, a strange numbness settling over her. Scott’s touch had ignited something, and Cody’s outrage felt small, distant.
“She doesn’t want to, Cody,” Brianna purred, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his pants. “She’s exactly where she wants to be. Aren’t you, Aly?”
All eyes turned to her. Scott’s hand tightened on her thigh, a silent command. The memory of his possession was a live wire in her veins, humiliating and electric. Cody’s betrayed gaze held nothing for her now, no heat, only a cold shock that left her empty.
“Yes,” Alyssa heard herself say, the word clear in the thick air.
Scott’s smile widened. “See? Now. Since you’re here, Cody, and since she’s my good girl… she’s going to show you what she learned.” He looked at Alyssa, his eyes glinting. “Get on your knees. Between his legs. Show your fiancé how a real man deserves to be welcomed home.”
Alyssa moved. She slid from the bed, her legs shaky, and crossed the room. Cody stared, paralyzed, as she knelt before him on the hardwood floor. The portrait of his great-grandfather looked down from the wall behind him. Brianna undid his belt and zipper with efficient tugs, pulling his soft cock free. “Go on, Aly,” Brianna coaxed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Kiss it hello.”
Alyssa leaned forward, her hair falling around her face. She heard Cody’s sharp intake of breath as she took him into her mouth. He was soft, tasting of clean skin and salt. She worked him slowly, using her tongue, her hands on his hips. Within moments, he began to harden against her tongue, a traitorous response he couldn’t control. A low moan escaped him, a sound of disgust and helpless pleasure.
“That’s it,” Scott said from the bed, watching like a director. “Now, Brianna. Get over here.”
Brianna left Cody standing there, his cock in his fiancée’s mouth, and joined Scott on the rumpled sheets. She kissed him deeply, her hand reaching down to stroke him back to full hardness. Scott broke the kiss, his eyes on Alyssa. “Enough. Bring him here.”
Alyssa pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Cody’s now-rigid length. She took his hand, leading the dazed man to the foot of the bed. Scott was sitting up, Brianna curled beside him, her hand still working his thick cock.
“Lie down, Cody,” Scott ordered, pointing to the space in front of him.
Cody obeyed, lowering himself onto his back, his erection standing taut against his stomach. He looked up at the ceiling, as if he could disappear into the old plaster.
“Alyssa,” Scott said. “Straddle him. Take him inside you. Let him feel how loose and wet you are for me.”
Trembling, Alyssa climbed onto the bed, positioning herself over Cody. He turned his head away, refusing to look at her. She guided him into her body, sinking down with a wet, soft gasp. She was impossibly open, slick from Scott’s climax, and Cody slid in with ease. A broken sound escaped his throat.
“Look at him, Brianna,” Scott murmured, his voice dark with amusement. “Fucking his bride in my sloppy seconds.” He nudged Brianna. “Go on. Taste her. Taste both of them.”
Brianna moved with feline grace. She knelt beside the coupled pair, her mouth finding Alyssa’s breast, sucking a nipple deep while her hand slid between Alyssa’s and Cody’s joined bodies. She rubbed Alyssa’s clit in slow, tight circles as Alyssa began to move on top of Cody, her hips rising and falling in a rhythm not her own.
“Fuck her, Cody,” Scott growled, his own hand stroking his cock as he watched. “Or are you too much of a pussy to even fuck your own woman when she’s given to you?”
Enraged, humiliated, Cody’s hips jerked upward, driving himself deeper into Alyssa. His hands came up to grip her hips, his fingers digging in as he began to thrust in earnest, a furious, punishing rhythm. Alyssa cried out, the sensation of being filled by one man while another watched and a woman touched her overwhelming her completely. Her movements became frantic, meeting Cody’s thrusts, her head thrown back.
Brianna’s mouth traveled down Alyssa’s stomach, her tongue dipping into her navel, then lower. She pushed Alyssa back so she was leaning against Cody’s legs, and then Brianna’s mouth was on her, her tongue lashing Alyssa’s clit while Cody fucked up into her from below. The dual assault was too much. Alyssa came with a shattered scream, her body seizing, her inner muscles clamping down on Cody’s length.
The convulsion tipped Cody over the edge. With a grunt of anguished release, he emptied himself into her, his hips stuttering against hers. Scott watched, his own strokes becoming faster, more urgent. As Cody went limp beneath her, Scott stood from the bed. He pulled Alyssa off of Cody, turning her onto her hands and knees. He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock nudging against her well-used entrance, slick with both their cum.
“This,” Scott hissed, driving into her in one brutal thrust, “is how it ends.” He fucked her with a possessive fury, each snap of his hips pushing choked cries from her throat. Brianna watched, her fingers working between her own legs, her eyes glued to where Scott and Alyssa were joined. Cody lay motionless, staring at the ceiling, tears cutting clean tracks through the sweat on his temples.
Scott’s climax was a silent, tense shudder, a final, deep pump of his hips as he spilled inside her once more. He stayed there, buried to the hilt, for a long moment before pulling out. The proof of both men dripped from her onto the sheets.
The room was silent except for ragged breathing. Scott looked at the ruined tableau: Brianna pleasuring herself, Cody broken, Alyssa collapsed and trembling.
SHE JOINS THEM.