Criminal: A Bad-Boy Stepbrother Romance (15 page)

I want it so badly to be the last one, despite how
much that scares me.

"Abby?" His voice is hoarse and he sounds
even more hurt than he did last night, so I hurriedly splash some
water on my face before returning to the bedroom, giving him a weak,
nervous smile.

What's he going to say?

Is he going to freak out? Panic? Regret everything
like I'd been fearing we would?

But his expression warms as he sees me and he relaxes
back into the bed, his hard bicep bulging beneath his arm.

"Hey, Princess," he says and the words roll
off his tongue so seductively.

I want to go over there and curl up against his nude
body.

There's only the cheap, flimsy blanket covering him,
and even through that I can see the regular throbbing of his cock.
His eyes work up over my body, over my bare thighs, my half-exposed
breasts, and I've never felt so desperate for more.

I go over to him, reaching down and touching his
forehead.

"Do you need more water?" I ask, but I
can't tear my gaze away from his bare chest.

It wasn't that I’d never seen it before, he was
always strutting around shirtless. It's just that now I know how it
feels pressed against me, the sensation of his warm weight down upon
me.

His hand goes to my waist, drawing me in, and I
topple down against his body, and he pins me there in one hand as he
grinds his erection against my thigh.

"I need something else," he husks, and
despite his bruises now turning an ugly purple, he has strength to
spare for me. He reaches beneath my skirt with his free hand as his
mouth goes to my neck, and suddenly I'm putty in his hands. There's
no stopping him as he strips me of my panties, the scent of last
night still hanging in the air.

Next he pulls away the blankets, revealing that
gorgeous cock of his once more, standing tall and thick, throbbing
with need as he tugs me atop him.

I straddle his waist, my mind in a daze as he guides
my motions. And when he presses that flared tip to my sex, I tremble
with desire and need.

"I want to see you," he says, though part
of me wonders if he's just in too much pain.

Either way, though, I look down at him with the
filtered daylight spilling over his body and feel so naked and
exposed despite still wearing my skirt, bra and tank top. He's
watching me, licking his lips as his hips grind subtly.

He doesn't push in, not yet, just teasing my wet seam
as we stare at each other.

I wonder what he's thinking, and when I let myself
drop along his cock, feeling him spread me so wide, I watch his face.
Hesitation gives way to bliss, his eyes fluttering closed as his hips
rise to meet mine, pushing himself in deep until he's lodged all the
way into my pussy.

We don't even have the excuse of adrenaline, of the
nighttime and the strange daze that comes with it. Here we are,
fucking in the mid-morning, so wantonly.

And it feels good.

I hurriedly strip out of my top and bra, my light
pink nipples already so stiff and hard, and instinctually he reaches
out to grab one between his fingers, tugging it. I arch my back in
pleasure and he groans in kind, our bodies grinding against one
another.

He's so damn hard, and so big, and feels so good. I
flutter my eyes shut, no longer able to take the fact that he can see
my body so clearly that he's watching as I ride him. Instead I just
focus on the feel of his body against mine, his fingers and his cock
teasing me.

"You're mine, Princess," he growls as he
brings his other hand to my clit, rubbing it gently. "And I want
you to know you're mine for all time."

I shiver, my pussy already so wet, my entire body
calling out for him as I begin to ride his cock, up and down, his
hands never leaving mine.

He's able to get so much deeper into me now, and I
have to back off a few times as he bucks in, taking me deep into
places I've never been before.

Both of his hands move from their positions and he
brings them to my slender hips, feeling over my miniskirt which is
little more than a belt now.

"Look at me, Abby," he commands, and I'm
helpless to disobey.

He licks his lips, looking so devilish I can barely
stand it. He doesn't break our stare as he holds my hips in place,
then begins to move them gently. I'm fully impaled on his cock, my
heart racing so hard, but the way he's making my body grind against
him...

I gasp, my clit pressing against his pelvis and my
eyes flutter shut as a wave of pleasure goes through me.

"Eyes," he demands, and I open them again.
"I want to see your face while you come on my cock."

Those words turn my body red, my stomach churning,
yet they have a very unwanted side effect as well.

His dark, twisted words...

They send a tremor through me, and I begin grinding
against him of my own power, one of my hands resting on his chest.
Blonde hair spills over my cheeks as I stare at him, his cock firmly
lodged in me as I rub my clit against his pubic bone. I'm already so
close to cumming, I can feel it, shame and fear and excitement
mingling in me.

"You like that, Princess? You like being watched
as you come on me? As you feel his cock throb inside you, ready to
burst?" His words are like a potent growl, and I moan and
whimper, but my hips work faster, my need mounting.

I'm so close. So very close.

"I'm gonna come in you, Princess," he
warns, his eyes dipping to my chest, then down to the obscene scene
of my pussy wrapped around his thick cock.

He took my virginity not six hours ago, and now he's
back for more, and I want it so bad.

"Come in me," I whisper, surprised to hear
the words even coming from my mouth!

But oh, I want it so bad, and I rise up off his cock
before slamming back down, jolting my entire body, fireworks going
off throughout my nerves and my mind. I do it over and over again,
impaling myself upon him, the sensation almost painful but in such a
good way.

One of his hands goes to my jaw, raising my head,
making me look into his beautiful green eyes for a mere moment before
they close and his face contorts. His lips screw up at the corner as
he tilts his head back, a loud groan emitting from his lips as he
holds my hip in place, making me take him as his member expands and
fills me with his cream.

I've never felt like I do at this moment, watching
Kaiden lose control of himself, of everything, inside me. It's not
like last night, in the smoky darkness, hidden from the sight of what
sin we were doing. Now everything seems so much more real.

I lunge down, kissing his lips hard as my body still
writhes in the aftershock of my orgasm.

I still want more, so much more. He's opened the
floodgates to my pleasure, and I grind against him full of need.

But after a couple seconds he hisses, grabbing for
his rib, and I still, looking down at him with concern.

His lips twist into a smirk and he looks back at me,
rubbing my hip between his thumb and his index finger.

"It's nothing," he promises, thrusting his
hips up a little as if to prove it to me. "Just in a shit ton of
fucking pain."

I smirk, my nose crinkling. Same old Kaiden.

"You can help, though," he says, and I'm
nodding before he can even finish his sentence.

"You could get me cleaned up."

I stare at him for a second before standing, watching
as his come spills from my pussy, dripping down along his cock.

I leap from the bed to grab him a towel, but before I
can even make it a step, his firm hand is wrapped around my wrist and
he's tugging me back to him.

"With your mouth, Princess," he says, his
eyes flashing, and I can feel heat rising up within me once more.

Oh my God
.

I swallow, looking back at the mess of his beautiful
cock, and I'm drawn to it. To see what he tastes like. But I feel so
exposed, and so dirty. He tugs my wrist again, and I don't have any
option other than to crawl back into the bed with him.

And when he knits his other hand into my hair,
guiding me down, there's no refusing him.

His motions are forceful, powerful, but they're not
cruel. He guides my face to his turgid length, and the scent of him
fills my nostrils.

I lean in, kissing the tip of that swollen head, and
he groans.

"I've dreamed about seeing you between my
thighs, Princess. Licking my cock like a popsicle." My heart was
thudding so loudly in my chest I can barely hear him but the flat of
my tongue goes to the bottom of his cock, and the salty-sweetness
hits me.

I'm licking Kaiden’s cock.

"Wrap your lips around it," he commands,
and I do, taking him into my mouth as he guides my head. "Savor
it. Lick it. Clean me up of the mess you made."

Every time he talks, his filthy words filling the
air, my clit throbs and a rush of pleasure goes through me.

"That's it, Princess. Take it all in. Breathe
through your nose. Good. Hold your breath." And with that, he
forces my head down further, and his cock swells against the back of
my throat, cutting off my breath.

He held me there for a few moments, the sounds of
pleasure he made so exquisite before he brought me back up.

"You look so good on my dick," he coos, his
hips starting to buck a bit more irregularly. He still hasn't
softened at all, his cock still hard as a rock, and I grip his thighs
tighter for balance.

"I'm gonna take such good care of you. Get some
regular fucking in your life, fill you up with my come every fucking
night, Princess. That's a promise," he says, his words growing
louder, his pain forgotten as I swirl my tongue along the head of his
cock.

It feels strange, but so good, and I find myself
bobbing atop his cock with greater urgency, with more need, and his
hand on the back of my head loosens, letting me go at my own pace.

"Fuck!" he curses, and I can tell he's
getting close. That just spurs me on to go a bit faster, my entire
body moving as I suck him off.

"Hello?" comes a voice at the door, a man,
followed by a knock, and I stop what I'm doing.

Kaiden looks at me, panic in his expression as he
moves away from me, grabbing for his jeans. I leap off the bed,
grabbing my tank top and tossing it on over my head.

"Who is it?" he hisses, nodding to the
peephole, and I make my way over as I tug down my skirt.

Looking out there's a short man with glasses perched
on the end of his nose. He looks annoyed, and he knocks again.

I turn to Kaiden, shrugging, my heart racing as I
whisper back, "I don't know them."

We stare at each other for a second before he nods,
moving to the bathroom, his gun in hand. He holds a finger over his
lips, telling me to be quiet about his presence, and I open the door
through the chain lock.

"Hello?" I say softly, my head tilting to
the side as I try to smile. I feel like I stink of sex, and my mouth
is still raw and wet from my step-brother's cock.

"It's checkout time," he says with some
annoyance, tapping his watch, and I sigh in relief.

"Oh, right! Yes, sorry, we're almost done,"
I say, my cheeks flushed. Could he hear me through the door?

This place is built so cheaply...

"Hurry up," he says before turning and
heading towards the next cabin. I shut the door and look at Kaiden,
letting out a sigh of relief.

"We gotta go," Kaiden says, grabbing for
his shirt and pulling it on.

I know he's right, but I can't help but be
disappointed that our tryst was over so quickly.

And when I look at him and see that lust burning
beneath his gaze, I know he feels the same.