Criminal: A Bad-Boy Stepbrother Romance (13 page)

A low, husky growl rumbles out of his broad, barrel
chest, and I can feel his dick throb through his jeans so excitedly.

Throbbing, hard for me.

It almost makes me sick, that rolling pit in my
stomach growing.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

I shouldn’t be kissing my step-brother, and I
definitely shouldn’t be getting so wet at the fact that he’s
got an erection over me. That he’s squeezing my breasts, and
making my body sing.

But I’ve never been more turned on in my life,
and I can’t hide the little moan that escapes my lips, or the
way my body rolls into his hands, begging for more as my legs spread.
I want him so bad, no matter how wrong it is.

I’ve never made love before, but with
Kaiden—despite all my reservations about how taboo it is—it
feels more natural than drinking water. It’s like the absolute
perfect outcome, tailor-made for me.

His every touch, his every kiss, so satisfying,
intensifying. I’m putty in his hands, and he’s taking
full advantage of that, undoing my bra, squeezing at my chest as it
returns to its almost flat state, undeterred by it.

Even knowing all the gorgeous women he’s been
with, he makes me feel like I’m the best. The most beautiful.
The one he desires most. I believe it, despite all of my own
inhibitions and self-doubts.

Those full lips of his move down from mine, smacking
noisily across my neck, along my collarbone. Until at last, he’s
at my breasts, kissing in around my pink areola, skirting their edge
as he moves ever closer, circling around until the first touch upon
my tender tits makes me gasp and squirm.

I glance down when I can, but my eyes keep fluttering
closed, my body jolting against his as his tongue teases one of my
nipples to hardness. He runs the flat of his wet muscle along it
before sucking it into his lips. I gasp, sucking in breath, my pussy
throbbing with need and desire.

All logic has fled me, all sense of right and wrong.
Instead it’s just me and Kaiden, giving in to what we’ve
tried to hide from for so long.

My legs wrap around his hips, and I grind against his
stomach, though it does nothing to quell my need, just fueling my
passion higher.

“Oh God,” I gasp as his teeth lightly
clamp around my nipple, tugging it gently and lighting a spark of
excitement in my loins.

He's big, he’s strong, he’s a rough guy
with a rough past, but he handles me with such care. Teasing me with
his rough edges, but never hurting me.

It’s intoxicating, to be held in his arms,
under his power, laying all trust in him as he squeezes, rubs, bites
and suckles at me. Counting on Kaiden to lust for me, ravage me, but
not go too far with my delicate, untouched body.

He tugs at my nipple, suckling it before letting it
snap back into place. His big hands slide down my sides, reaching in
beneath my skirt. Instead of pulling my panties away though, he
begins to gently rub his thumb over the fabric, along my slit…
feeling the warmth and wetness there, rubbing my most sensitive of
areas as he continues to tease and provoke my body to new heights.

I shouldn't be doing this. There's no way that I can
survive this, go back to just being normal with him. Not after
getting what I've been wanting and looking for for so long.

Years of fantasies and daydreams couldn't have
prepared me for the reality. Not even listening to him as he’d
take another woman just inches from my head could've made me realize
what it would actually be like when I'm in his arms.

He touches me, ignites such a need, and I press in
against his fingers, hoping and praying that he won't stop even as I
will myself to just... what? Push him away? Put an end to all this,
to put us back right where we were all those years, fighting our
desires? To lose him all over again?

I'd been without him for so long, tried to push these
feelings from my mind, but they didn't go anywhere. They just
remained, lingering in my sub-conscious, begging for me to just give
in to passion, to give in to my needs.

To give into our forbidden lusts.

"Oh God," I whimper into the air of the
motel, my head tilting back, my body aching for him. "Kaiden!"

He pulls away from me, releasing my breast, my pussy,
and I fear he’s going to think better of this whole,
ill-conceived infatuation we have for one another. But he looks me in
the eyes as he breaks my leg lock, and moves on down my body.

Kaiden’s gaze stays with mine until he’s
prying my thighs open wide, then looking down at my covered slit.

I’d heard him take so many women, but I felt so
very special under his care. He strokes my soft inner thighs, then
leans in.

Inhaling my scent, a shudder passes through him
before he leans in, kissing my pussy through the fabric of my
panties. Even with that fabric between us, it feels so… so
intense. I can’t quite get over how much intimacy is compacted
in that one press of our lips.

Then, as I’m still lost in excitement, he tugs
my panties aside, and I’m aware that the one man who shouldn’t
be is staring at my bare, glistening pussy. And he loves it. Kisses
it. Tastes it.

Tastes me.

His tongue ring grazes against my clit and I jump.
I've fantasized for so long about what that hard little piece of
metal would feel like, and the contrast between his soft, wet tongue,
and that firm piercing is... surreal.

But even more than that is the fact that this is
Kaiden.

I lift my head, look at him between my pale thighs,
and I feel so dizzy with lust that I'm afraid I'm going to pass out.
He looks so fucking good, so serious, and I'm quivering with such
need.

I'm soaking wet, I know that. It's not the first time
Kaiden's gotten me wet, even if it is the first time that he's done
anything about it. And I wonder how often he got hard thinking of me.

Thinking of what he'd do to me.

What he
wanted
to do with me.

My breathing is like little pants of breath, and I
try not to moan, but I fail. Even when I bite down on my lower lip,
I'm still not able to hold those sounds of pleasure in, and I shift
closer to him, my entire body affected by a tremor.

"You feel so good," I gasp, clutching the
blanket. "I've never... never felt like this."

He doesn’t respond. At least, not with words.

Kaiden’s response is physical and intense.

He grasps my two thighs, sinking his thumbs into my
soft inner flesh and keeping me pinned to the bed as he works his
tongue over my pussy aggressively. All I can see is his dark hair,
his broad shoulders with their bulging muscles, but what I feel is
explosive.

Each pass of his studded tongue around my pussy is
more than I can handle, yet they’re not alone. One stroke after
another, he lashes his tongue over my slit, making me feel pleasure
like I’d never even dreamed of!

And how could I conceive of such sensations when I
had nothing to go on?

All of my fantasies have been so... shallow compared
to what he's making me feel now, and I cry out, arching my back and
body. I want to get away, to escape the intensity of the bliss he's
giving me, and yet he doesn't let me. He keeps me pinned in his
hulking arms, holding me to his mouth and devouring me hungrily.

He's like a wild beast, a savage, making me almost
cry from how good it feels. How much I've wanted this for so long,
and it was always just a pale glimmer of this moment.

"I... oh God!" I gasp. I want to confess,
for him to know all my sins, all the horrible thoughts I've had about
him, all the desirous things I've done. All the times I touched
myself thinking of him, or listening to him as he fucked another
woman, wishing it were me.

I just don't have the power to speak any longer.

He’s giving me so much, but he also takes from
me my ability to speak in whole sentences.

That tongue, that devilish tongue, continues to lash
and swirl when one of his hands releases my thigh. And though I clamp
my leg immediately against the side of his head, I couldn’t
disturb his work. He is a rock, immovable. Even as a pained growl
runs from him to me.

Instead, he goes about his business, sliding his long
index finger deep into my slick, wet pussy. The tip of his digit
parting my folds, tracing around them, teasing and circling, until it
sinks in and stretches me around his finger as he gives me my first
feeling of being full of him.

It’s only a finger, but with the work of his
tongue, it adds to the intensity of my pleasure so well.

So wrong. So very, very wrong.

I'm being finger-fucked and eaten out by Kaiden.

I swallow, and there's a pit in my stomach, but it
feels so amazing. I don't want him to stop, not even for a second,
even as I try to squirm away. I'm breathing so hard, and all rational
thought has left me.

All I want is him. His hands, his tongue, his cock.

Oh God, his cock.

I haven't even seen it, and only felt its hardness
through his jeans, but the thought of him actually really fucking me,
combined with the ministrations of his tongue and his finger sends me
over an edge. I scream, filling the shitty motel room with the sound
of my explosive pleasure.

I buck against his face and he holds me right where
he needs me as he suckles upon my clit, making that intense high even
better.

I scream until I'm red in the face, my entire body
bucking and protesting, needing a reprieve from his skilled tongue.
From how those waves keep crashing down on me, threatening to take me
under and submerse me utterly in bliss.

Kaiden gives me my break, but on his own time, at his
own pace.

A few final smacks of his lips resound as he kisses
my pussy, then rises up to lick at his mouth and savor my flavor.

There he is again, and though my sight is blurry
after my intense climax, I can see that gorgeous man. He’s
stunning. Battered and bruised, with muscles bulging, he’s the
most masculine man I’ve ever met, and I adore that about him

I lust for him as much as any woman could lust for a
man.

It’s pure torture as he reaches down past his
bulging abs, slowly undoing his jeans, peeling them down to show the
bulge of his black boxer-briefs.

That bulge.

It’s immense!

It looks even bigger than it felt through his thick
cotton jeans. A large snake that extends out to his hip, pulsating
beneath the dark fabric.

My imagining of what it must look like doesn’t
last much longer though, because he peels the underwear away too, and
out it comes…

That thick, veiny girth, bulging and pulsating with
such intense desire. It’s obscene! It’s utterly and
completely obscene. I shouldn't be looking at this! And yet my breath
is stolen away by it.

The purple crown is glistening from pre-cum and his
heavy sac dangles beneath as he slides out of his clothes entirely
and returns to rubbing his hard, strong hands over my legs.

“Dammit Princess,” he says, as if still
trying to restrain himself. But he's failing. Miserably. Endorphins
must be rushing through his body, distracting him from his pain,
because other than a wince here and there, he looks like the picture
of power.

He wants me so bad, and we've already reached the
point of no return. This time, I'm not running. This time, I'm not
going to try to fight what's happening, not again. I want him too
bad. I want him to take my virginity, to be the first man inside my
body.

I look down at his cock, my breath short and my
throat hurting from all the screaming I've done.

"Kaiden," I gasp out, my voice sounding so
different than what I'm used to. "I've never been with anyone,"
I say, though I know I don't have to. Maybe I shouldn't have. Maybe
he'll change his mind, leave me here wanting and needy for him.

The thought terrifies me, and I sit up, moving
towards him as if I'm in a trance. Like the sight of his cock is
drawing me in, making me reach out. I touch my slender digits to his
shaft, running them along the pulsing surface.

It's gorgeous.

He's gorgeous.

I lick my lips as I look up at him, scared about what
he'd do or say next.

As my fingers touch upon him though, his eyes
descend, nearly shutting.

If my words got through to him, he doesn’t show
it. He’s too enraptured with my touches, my skin upon his most
private and sensitive of flesh. And the lewd bulging of his manhood
against my palm is so… prominent. So dirty.

He’s trying to resist, I know that. And for a
moment I’m panicking that he’ll do it. That he’ll
end this all here, even if that’s what part of me says I should
want. That I should want him to have the strength to run when I
don’t.

But he doesn’t.

Kaiden reaches out, grasps me by the shoulders and
lowers me back down onto the bed, his mouth burying itself into my
neck as he presses upon me once more.

I realize he’s too far gone to go back now,
just like me, and we’re barreling over that precipice together,
completely.

There's no going back, not after this, but I don't
care. I moan as his mouth caresses my throat, as his body grinds
against mine.

"Oh Kaiden," I whimper, his tongue
caressing the delicate skin along my throat, nuzzling my hair out of
the way.

Tonight we nearly died together, and now, it's like
we both started finally embracing life and what we really wanted
rather than denying ourselves that thing which we needed.

"Kaiden," I gasp again, his teeth nipping
me just a little, just enough to send a jolt through me. "I want
you to be my first. I need..." I say, but my words are cut off
by another moan.

His strong hands slide up and down along my sides,
he’s squeezing my breast in one hand, my hip in the other. It’s
such a beautiful feeling to be manhandled by my Kaiden, knowing he
wants me so very, very bad.