Billionaire Stepbrother: Winter (Our Forbidden Year Book 3) (4 page)

I pumped my hips back and forth, careful not to bump her head against the step behind her but deep enough to fill her and drive me wild.

Looking down, I saw myself moving within her. “I love watching my cock slide in and out of your mouth.”

The sparkle from her eyes almost overwhelmed me; I could feel my whole body start to tighten. Viewing her helplessness, her hands secured over her head, taking every last inch of me, was bringing me dangerously close to exploding.

“I want to come all over your tits.”

She gave a slight nod, and her lips tightened around my swollen head. It made me see stars, and I almost didn’t pull out in time. But with a slight pop my cock escaped her snug hole, and before I could hold back, my seed shot out to cover her waiting tits.

“You’re amazing… That last bit – Jesus, you almost had a face full,” I said, catching my breath.

“I wouldn’t have minded, you know,” she replied, as saliva dripped over her chin.

Holy crap, she’s perfect
.

I slunk down onto the steps and briefly rested my head upon her lap, feeling a tad guilty that Aimee had come out slightly on the losing end.

My hand explored up her thigh, and she trembled, no doubt wanting me to go higher. I traced my finger closer and closer to the edge of her knickers as her breathing intensified and hitched, but at the last second I drew my hand away.

She moaned with disappointment and impatience.

“Touch me, Lex!” Aimee cried; her hips rose an inch, floating above the marble steps.

Awkward as it was, I lay between her open legs on the incline of the stairs. I could smell her excitement, and her black knickers were already drenched; they had the tell–tale sign of a dark wet spot glistening at the crotch.

I resisted pressing my face against her hot pussy and instead gently laid a trail of agonisingly soft kisses up her thighs, starting with her right. I almost made it to the top before I switched to her left.

Aimee panted, desperate for me to go higher. I so wanted to slip my finger into her wet little cunt, but I was having too much fun listening to her as she escalated into a frenzy.

“Please, Lex,” she moaned.

“Please, what? What do you want? Do you want my tongue?” I said as I licked the sensitive part of her inner thigh.

She nodded violently.

My digits circled down and up her bikini line. “Or do you want my finger?”

“Oh god, anything!” she half screamed.

I smiled and found the edges of her knickers; I eased them slowly down over her hips, pulling at them harder as the material got caught between her swollen folds. Her knickers slid down over her knees and stayed tangled at her bare ankles. Her little boots had been discarded long ago and lay at the bottom of the stairs beside my belt.

Her sweet aroma drifted in the air, and I moved my face closer, my chin so close my evening stubble grazed her sensitive, soft skin.

My lips kissed her pussy, teasing and gentle – much as I had with her thighs – and I worked my way higher towards her pearl–like clit, partly hidden but peeking out between her lips.

The tip of my tongue edged out, and I licked my way up her flaps, easing deeper within her.

“Oh god, yes,” she said, writhing against me. She never could keep still. My hands slid under her and took hold of a generous portion of her bum; the tips of my fingers dug into her flesh, preventing her from wriggling.

As I spread her open from behind, my tongue explored everywhere but her clit. My licks got more frantic, and Aimee whimpered. Finally I gave in and uncovered her delicious nub, took the throbbing button into my mouth and sucked slowly upon it.

Aimee screamed and pulled her legs up and around me, her heels digging into my sides just below my ribs. She made it clear she did not want me escaping from my position any time soon.

Still sucking and mouthing her clit, I surprised another scream out of her as I thrust a finger deep within her channel. She loved it. Driving hard with my arm, I couldn’t help but want to fill her more, and I slipped my middle finger in, too.

“More,” she managed to beg between inhaling gasps of much needed air.

I tightened my lips around her nub, the tip of my tongue flicking at it as I sucked harder. I could feel her inner walls pulsing against my fingers, and with a gentle stretch I was able to fill her up with my remaining digits.

She was close to coming as she clenched around me.

Suddenly a rapid succession of pulses reverberated through her.

“Oh, Lex, fuck, I'm coming. I'm coming! Don't stop” she yelled. Her legs trembled against my head and I continued to lap at her pussy as spurts of her hot juices ran down my arm and chin.

***

“You should probably untie me now,” Aimee whispered as we lay shell–shocked on the cool stairs.

“Oh, god, sorry.”

She laughed. “It was totally worth it.”

I released her from the rail, and her hands, still bound, looped over my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I never wanted to let her go.

We came up for air, and careful to keep my balance, I scooped her up into my arms and proceeded up to the first floor.

“Let’s go get cleaned up.”

“I like the sound of that,” she said, playing with the hair at the base of my neck as I carried her up the stairs.

Chapter Six

F
or two whole weeks we lived in a glorious bubble; the world still turned without us, and we were happy to let it rotate as we concentrated on adoring each other. If only we’d stayed away, kept to ourselves, we’d still be happy… oblivious.

My phone rang near my head. I opened my eyes to the sounds of soft breathing beside me and glimmers of the afternoon light penetrating the blinds. My whole sense of time was totally out of whack; we’d slept straight through the morning – late nights and never ending sex–capades do that to you. God, we were like rabbits, and my thighs cautioned me to move slowly as I swivelled out of bed to retrieve my phone.

With a quick glance at the screen I answered, “Afternoon. I hope you’ve got good news?”

“Yes, that’s all taken care of. I can drop the proof over, unless there’s something else you want me to do with it?”

“No, I’ll deal with it.”

Aimee stirred, and her eyelids fluttered. I sneaked out into the hallway so not to wake her, my legs and butt protesting every move.

“Very good, sir,”

Steve replied.

“Was there anything else?”

“There is a slight problem. Your publicist has been trying to contact you.”

“Just tell it to me straight,” I said, kneading the top of my nose.

“Well, this morning there have been photos of you and Miss Adrianna Stone leaked to the press in, how shall I say, compromising positions.”

“Adrianna?” I hissed.

“Yes, sir. And she’s released a statement to the press; she’s crying foul play.”

“What? You have got to be kidding me. Adrianna, really?” I asked.

Rape? She’s not seriously accusing me of that?
That was all I needed.

“Unfortunately, I don’t joke, sir. I fully expect you’ll be receiving a visit from the Police any time soon. And I’ve already contacted Archie – he’s on his way.”

“Thanks.”

I ended the call and paced the hallway, tugging at my hair and trying to make sense of Adrianna’s accusations. There’s no fucking way, I thought.

“What was that all about?” Aimee asked, surprising me as she leaned against the door–frame dressed in layers of silk.

“Nothing.” I needed to clear my head. My jaw ached from clenching it.

Her eyes squinted at me, and I prepared myself for an onslaught of questions… but they never came.

“You hungry? I’m gonna make us some breakfast,” she said as she walked down the stairs, her hand gliding along the banister.

***

In the kitchen I stood and watched Aimee make herself busy, opening cupboards, gathering ingredients and tools, as I attempted to figure out what to do.

“Anything you fancy?” she asked. “There’s bacon, eggs… I could do a full English?”

“Definitely eggs, I need the protein,” I said, grabbing some orange juice from the fridge and pouring us both a glass. I sat on the far side of the island and continued to study her. Her hands were busy, whisking eggs up into a froth. She looked deep in thought and vacant at the same time. She furrowed her brow as she beat the eggs into submission.

“What’s on your mind? Still worried about Christmas day?”

“No – well, yes, of course. I still don’t know if we should go, together I mean. I don’t know if I can face my mom.”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about your mother… leave her to me. You do know that we don’t have to go. We could stay here, or how about Christmas in Paris? Or better yet, somewhere sunny with never–ending cocktails?” I grinned, hoping she’d go for the idea. However, my smile soon faded when I saw her grim face.

“What is it, Aimee?” I dared to ask, risking opening a can of worms.

Her head snapped up from the mixing bowl.

“Were you talking to Adrianna before?” Tears suddenly brimmed at the bottom of her eyelids, threatening to pool over and drop into the egg mixture below.

“No,” I denied. “God, no.”

“Don’t lie to me, Lex. I heard you say her name.”

“Trust me. I was not talking to her.” I moved to go to her side and took her hand, forcing her to relinquish the grip upon the whisk she held. “You’re everything that I want.”

Her head bowed and rested upon my chest, tensing as I embraced her. When will she believe me? I wanted to punch the wall or break something, anything within my reach, but I reined in the urge.

“Look, I’ll be honest with you. Something has happened.”

My head was spinning out of control. How could I explain any of this to her when I was as much in the dark? But coming to my senses, I knew one thing for sure: I didn’t want her here when the police turned up to question me. How would it look? No, I needed to get her out of there as fast as I could.

“Tell me, Lex.”

“Do you trust me?” I asked, tilting her chin so that she would look at me.

She paused and studied my face, trying to find meaning in my eyes.

“I thought I did,” she confessed.

I swallowed a thick lump and bit my tongue as her words stabbed me. That hurt.

“Aimee, listen to me carefully. I need you to pack your things. You can’t be here right now. Please don’t fight me on this. Just know it’s in your best interest.”

Her hazel eyes narrowed. She was speechless; I’d let her down again, and the look on her face broke my heart.

Why am I doing this? Just tell her
, screamed an inner voice.

A lonesome tear escaped down her cheek, and she swiped it away as if it were an annoying fly.

“You’re not shutting me out again, Lex. I’m not leaving,” she said, and she crossed her arms. If she were wearing heels, they’d be dug inches deep into the kitchen tile.

Her defiance sent a spark buzzing through me; I wanted to throw her over my knee and spank her little bottom to make her see sense.

No time to be thinking like that, I thought. Couldn’t she understand that it would be for her own good? There was absolutely no need to involve her in the drama that was about to come crashing down around my ears.

A loud ringing sounded from the lobby and interrupted our staring contest. She cocked her eyebrow waiting to see what I would do. My move, her body language read.

“Fuck.” It was too late. “Stay in here. Stay out of sight,” I demanded.

Without saying a word she brought her feet together, and her hand rose up to her forehead in a mock salute. There was a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth; she’d won this round.

“I mean it, Aimee,” I shouted over my shoulder as I headed towards the security control centre.

Staring at the electronics panel near the front door, I switched the feed to the main gate. My gut instinct had been right; they were here. The monitor displayed three people standing outside the gate, waiting to be let in.

Archibald Sanderson, my lawyer, dressed impeccably in a three piece suit and a crooked bow–tie, wore a contented smile as he gazed at the camera. The other two gentlemen, officers of the law, weren’t so cheery; deadpan expressions veiled their faces.

I buzzed the gate open and waited for them to arrive at the main entrance.

Here we go. Let the fun commence.

Chapter Seven