Crude: A Stepbrother Romance (15 page)

She whirls on me; “This isn’t
funny,
Knox! They’re home, and I am
screwed!
”

“Oh it’ll be fine.”

She rolls her eyes, yanking her helmet off her head, her red hair wild and free around her face; “
Some
of us don’t get in trouble so much that it just rolls off of them, Knox.”

I sigh; “No, I mean it’s going to be fine because I left your door locked from the inside with the lights on.”

I can tell she was about to throw something right back at me by the adorable way she just freezes with her lips halfway open. She slowly grins and just shakes her head at me.

“C’mon,” I start to pull her around the side of the house towards the backyard.

“What? Wait, where are we-”

“If you waltz in now, that whole door locked, lights on ruse sort of goes out the window, now doesn’t it?” She frowns at me and I roll my eyes; “So now we go kill some time while we wait for them to go to sleep.”

She stops and stares at me; “You’re too good at this, you know.”

I smirk; “At what?”

“Being bad.”

“You have
no
idea.”
 

*****

In the backyard, we pull two reclined lawn chairs into the blind spot behind the pool house and lay back, staring up at the stars across the summer sky.

“So you really think I was good tonight?”

I roll my eyes as I turn to look at her looking at me from the lawn chair next to me; “You know, you keep fishing for compliments like this and I might just stop giving them.”

She laughs, looking absolutely incredible as she tilts her head back in the moonlight; “Oh please, you’re too obsessed with me to stop.”

I stare at her with mock indignation; “
Obsessed,
you say? Why, I’m wounded that you’d even think that, McCauley.”

“You arranged my underwear into the shape of a penis on my bed.”

I crack up; “Circumstantial, there’s no proof at all!”

She rolls her eyes as she turns her gaze back up the night sky; “OK, fine, I’ll just prove it with more fishing,” She grins; “Was I good tonight?”

“You were awesome, I already told you that.”

Her grin widens; “Do you think I’m a giant nerd for staying in and studying biology on a Friday night?”

“Definitely.”

She giggles, and I realize I’m absolutely staring at this girl laying back in the chair next to me. I’m memorizing the swell of her lips, the curve of her cheeks and the flutter of her lashes as she blinks up at the stars.

And it suddenly hits me that somehow, nerdy, annoying, princess-y rich-girl Paige McCauley has me tied up and twisted for her.
Somehow
this chick has me tongue-tied and head-over-heels, staring at her like some sort of weirdo and thinking of nothing else
but
her.

I realize it’s true as soon as I think it, and it sits there glowing like a little light inside my head the longer I think about it. And suddenly, I’m thinking about what happened before with us, and I
want her
. Not tomorrow, not later, not after we’ve “talked about it” or some shit.

I want her
right now
.

“OK fine, here’s another one. Do you think I’m pretty?”

“No.”

She whips her head around to stare at me, her mouth open wide with this exaggerated shocked look on her face; “Well
excuse me
, you arro-”

“I think you’re fucking stunning.”

And before she can say anything, and before I can even really appreciate the look of shock on her face, I’m leaning in and kissing her.

There’s a feeling of bliss as those full, pouty lips press hot against my own, and I’m drowning in the sensation of it.

She’s shocked at first, but as our lips seal together and stay like that, I can feel her suddenly responding to me. She whimpers quietly, and it’s the last breaking point for me that has the last of my reservations shattering around me.

I’m sliding across my chair into hers, my lips never leaving hers as our bodies press together. I cup her jaw possessively in my hand, feeling her moan into me as I open my lips and let my tongue slide across hers. She’s kissing me right back, pressing her body tightly against mine. I can feel my pulse racing like a fucking engine inside my chest, my blood pumping like hot lead as I devour her lips with mine. I want her -
all
of her. I want to possess her and show her everything she’s never felt before. I want to tear down her defenses and strip away her layers. I want to claim every part of her for the first time. I want to wrap her legs around my waist drive my cock into her again and again until she’s screaming my name. I want to taste that pussy and feel those perfect pouty lips wrapped tight around my dick.

I want it all, and I want it now.

She doesn’t stop my hand as I trails down her neck, and she kisses me harder when my fingers find her nipple hard and ready atop the swell of her breast. She moans when I slide my hand under, pushing under her bra to feel the warmth of her skin there and the pebbled hardness of her nipple.

When my hand slides lower, she tenses, but when I pause, she’s rocking her body against me, as if urging me on. She whimpers into my mouth, her tongue curling around mine as my fingers pull at the button of her jeans, and she moans when I slide the zipper down, one rivet at a time.
 

Her panties are lace at the top, and I can feel her shiver against me as I trace my fingers down stomach to the waistband.

“My dad...your mom…” She whispers suddenly, pulling away from my lips and biting hers nervously. I look towards the house, and even though it’s lit up downstairs, I know we’re hidden away back behind the pool house like this.

“We’re fine,” I say, sliding my fingertip across the waist of her panties; “Do you want me to stop?”

She looks up at me, her eyes blazing with something fierce and her lips slightly parted. She slowly shakes her head; “No.”

I’m pushing my fingers beneath then, sliding my whole hand under her panties to feel her bare and ready, feeling how burning hot and soaking wet she is for this the second I find her lips. She moans when I curl a finger into her, stroking at that spot just inside until she’s moaning into my lips again and again as she rocks her hips against me.
 

I drop my lips to her neck, sucking at the skin there and letting the sound of her sighs and her moans drift over me and drive me wilder and wilder, until I can barely stand it. I’m moving down her body, and it’s only then that I feel her start to freeze.

“You ok?”

“I-” I look up and see her staring at me wide-eyed, her lip between her teeth; “I’ve never, um-”

I grin; “Yeah, no, I got that.”

She blushes; “I-”

“I want to taste you, princess I want to slide my tongue into your pussy and lick the honey right out of you until you come against my face.”

I don’t say it to shock her or anything, it’s just the bare truth that comes tumbling totally unfiltered right out of me. Paige’s eyes go even wider, and for a second I think I may have just fucked this up by pushing too hard.

That is, until I see her tongue come out to slide over her lips as she slowly nods her head.

Oh fuck yes.

I’m pulling her jeans and her panties down her legs then, feeling her arch her hips to help me. Her skin is soft and glows in the moonlight as I run my lips up the inside of her thighs, teasing her and taking my time. I’m not trying to scare her, and I’m forcing myself to remember that this is about
her
and giving her this for the first time. My cock might be hard enough to cut diamonds inside my pants right now, but I’m doing everything I can to remember that this isn’t about me.

Because this is all about her, and showing her the things and making her feel what she’s never felt before.

She’s breathing heavily as my lips draw closer to her center, and she whimpers as they brush across the place where her thighs
almost
touch her pussy. She’s so wet that I can see it glistening in the moonlight, and the honeyed, sweet smell of her is more than I can take anymore.

She cries out when my tongue touches her there; her whole body going rigid and then melting into the lawn chair. She sighs contentedly, and moans as I drag my tongue up through her folds, curling it around her clit and making her whimper before dropping back to her opening and sliding it as deep as I can.

My hands tease over the skin of her thighs, tracing up her legs and pushing them up and over my shoulders. She writhes against me, making these sexy as fuck mewling sounds as I slowly tease her with my tongue. I’m dragging up through her wetness,
just
teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue on every stroke. I’m coaxing her higher and higher, never pushing her, never forcing it; just a long slow build until I can shatter her world with my tongue.

She’s gasping harder and faster then, arching her back off the lounger chair with her face squeezed up tight and her thighs squeezing down on my head as she starts to crash towards that release. I wrap my lips around her clit and start to rock my tongue back and forth across it as I slide a finger deep into her channel and curl it against that spot, and she starts to absolutely lose it.
 

And when she comes, it’s like a dam breaking; like the sun cresting over the horizon. She goes still as a board, every single muscle in her body tightening in a single moment before she just explodes. She gasps out my name, her hands in my hair and her wetness like honey against my tongue.
 

“Is someone out here?”

We both
freeze
at the sound of Joe’s voice from the patio by the backdoor. My head jerks up from Paige’s glistening pussy to see her eyes so wide with fear that I think she might be about to cry; “
OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod!
”

She’s frozen in shock like a deer in headlights, but I’m grabbing her by the wrists and pulling her out of the chair as I push her towards the door of the pool house; “
Go!
” I hiss, hating the fact that this is ending like this; “Just,
stay quiet
. I’ll deal with this.”

“Knox, I-”

“I keep guns in the house, and I’m getting one now if you’re still out here.” Joe’s voice is level and edged, and Paige shoots me another terrified look.

“It’s just me, Mr. McCauley!” I call out. I grab her suddenly and yank her tight against me, kissing her once more on those perfect lips with everything I have before I push her towards the door; “
Hide!
”

“Knox?”

I can hear footsteps across the gravel path around the pool as Paige gently closes the pool house door behind her.

“I knew you didn’t want me smoking on the front steps anymore, Mr. McCauley,” I say, my pulse roaring in my ears as I quickly pull my pack out of my pocket and jam one in my mouth as I hear him get closer. I suddenly look down and about have a fucking heart attack as I see
Paige’s fucking panties
just sitting there on the ground. I quickly shove them under the lawn chair with my foot
just
as he steps around the side of the pool.

He gives me a strange look before he nods; “Oh, well, that’s OK, Knox.” He shakes his head; “You know, I know you’re never going to call me dad, and that’s fine. But Mr. McCauley seems, oh, a little strict don’t you think?”

I smile as benignly as I can with how on edge I am, trying to look as cool as possible as I light my cigarette even though it’s taking everything I have to keep my hand from shaking.

“Let’s just keep it to Joe, OK?”

“You bet, Mr-” I grin; “You bet, Joe.”

“You know, that’s a bad habit, son,” He says, nodding at the cigarette in my hand.
 

“I’ve been told.”

Joe looks around and chuckles to himself before he pulls a cigar out of his shirt pocket; “Mind if borrow that lighter?”

I grin in spite of myself and hand my soon-to-be-stepdad the lighter, watching him pull on the cigar in his mouth as plumes of smoke rise around us.
 

Well, fuck. My first “dad” moment with Joe and I’ve got the taste of Paige’s pussy on my lips.

He nods as he exhales, looking up at the night sky as I suck down nicotine to calm my roaring nerves; “So, Mike tells me you’re doing well.”

“Yeah, it’s-” It’s what, shitty, dirty work and nothing I really want to be doing with my time? “I’m learning a lot.”

Joe nods; “Well that’s good to hear. You know, there’s a place in McCauley Oil for you when you’re ready for it, son. And I’m not saying that because of your mother, I’m saying that because she’s shown me those transcripts of yours.”
 

I frown, and look down at the ground as I kick the turf with the toe of my shoe;
thanks, mom.

“I know you don’t want to hear it from me, but if you just applied yourself-” He must see the soured look on my face because he stops himself from going any further down that particular path of tired old soundbites; “Anyways, there’s a place when you’re ready for it. Just thought you should know that.”

I nod; “Uh, thanks.”

“So, you and Paige-”

I about swallow my cigarette as I hear those words come out of his mouth, and for a moment, I actually consider just running for it right then and there..