Crude: A Stepbrother Romance (17 page)

Ok, where do I even start with this? Kissing? Kissing is good. He groans when I press my lips to the underside of it, and when I dart my tongue out to gently lick it, he moans; “Yeah,
just
like that.”

His words embolden me, and I start to feel braver as I move my mouth up to the crown at the top and open my lips. I let my mouth slowly slide over the head, wrapping my lips around that pulsing crown and sucking gently.

Knox hisses, tossing his head back; “
Just
like that.”

“Is that ok?” I say softly, pulling away from him and looking up into his eyes.

“Paige, that’s fucking
amazing
.”

I’ve got this; I can do this
.

I wrap my lips around him once again and start to suck again, this time stroking him with my hand as I swirl my tongue around the head. He’s groaning under my touch, his hips bucking slowly and his hand slides gently into my hair as I slowly suck and tease him.

I get into a rhythm of sliding my lips and my hands up and down him, getting him wetter and harder than I could ever imagine it getting. He leans up suddenly, and I gasp as I feel his hands running down over my bare back to cup my ass.
 

“Mmm, what are you-!” I whimper as I feel his hand delve under the fabric of my panties and down between my legs to find me wet and ready for him. I muffle my own cries by wrapping my lips back around his cock and sucking hard as he slides a finger into me and starts to thumb my clit.

My mind is a whirlwind as I bob my lips faster and faster up and down his shaft, stroking him and moaning into him as I feel his fingers sliding rhythmically in and out of me, coaxing me higher and making me whimper around him. There’s something so hot about this, so decadently forbidden, with the added dirtiness of our parents being downstairs that has my mind spinning out of control in no time.
 

Knox groans and slowly reaches down to pull my head up from his lap. I pout as I look up at him; “Was it OK? Do you want me to stop?”

He grins; “Paige, I don’t think I could
ever
want you to stop doing that,” I blush, feeling my lips pull into a grin; “But if you keep doing that, I’m going to come really soon.”

For some bizarre reason, an old piece of horrible graffiti I saw once in the Music Hall bathroom comes to mind; “Spitters are quitters.” It’s crude, and gross, but I do know one thing; I’m no quitter.

And I want it.

He gasps as I just lick my lips and then engulf his head again, swirling my tongue around him faster as my hand starts to pump the rest of him. He groans as he leans back over me, his fingers going right for my clit and rubbing me there in tempo with my own mouth on him. I whimper, feeling the electricity of it roaring through me, and knowing that I’m so turned on already that I’m going to topple over that edge so quickly.

Knox groans deeply and he suddenly swells up even bigger between my lips; “Oh, fuck, Paige-”

And then I feel it, like a hot jet against my tongue splashing into my mouth. I’m not quite ready for it, and it starts to spill out of the corners of my surprised lips, but then I’m sucking and licking at the salty sweetness of it.

He groans loudly as he comes, and his thumb blurs over my aching, buzzing clit before suddenly I’m coming too, moaning with my lips still stretched around him as the orgasm tears through me.
 

And then I’m up. As quick as my entrance, I’m slipping back up to him and kissing him on the cheek; “Sweet dreams,” I whisper, before I’m sliding back out of his bed.

“Hey, hang on, where are you going?”

I can feel my cheeks burn in the darkness of the room, but I kiss his cheek once more before sliding my lips over his ear; “Gotta go study.”

And then I’m skipping across the room and out through the bathroom, my cheeks bright red, my pulse pounding at a million miles an hour, a huge grin across my face, and his taste still lingering on my lips.

So, yeah, after that, things get
much more
fun around Chez McCauley.

We don’t
explicitly
talk about that night in the week following, but we don’t have to talk when we’ve got other uses for our mouths and our fingers. The whole next week is filled with flirty exchanges in passing around the house, sneaking stolen kisses in the pantry or sneaky butt-grabs when her father’s a room away. I have
no
idea what the fuck is happening to me, but I know she’s the reason.

Of course, just because we don’t
talk
about it, it doesn’t mean that first exploratory night isn’t permanently on my mind. Yeah, we’ve been fooling around almost every night when one of us sneaks into the other’s room after dark
since
that night, and I’ve even felt the fucking
heaven
that is her mouth twice more since then. But still, that first night;
yikes
.
 

I mean,
she
might be a virgin, but I sure as shit ain’t. Like, not by a damn mile. I mean I’ve been through girls, and a few women, but even with that experience and background, I can say with my hand on a fuckin bible that
that
mouth of hers is beyond anything ever. She’s had some practice since, but that first night is still the single hottest, greatest blowjob ever; like, in the history of blowjobs. And maybe it’s that it was her first time, or her inexperience that made it so fucking incredible, but in any case, it has permanently secured itself in my all-time greatest hits fantasy list.

And of course, that’s not the only thing we’re practicing. I’ve also made it my mission to see how many orgasms I can give her in a row with my own mouth before she’s begging me to stop. Like, physically pushing me away as she gasps for breath begging.
 

But as they say, practice makes perfect, and I’d like to say I’m dedicated student of her pussy.

I’d also like to think I’m working on
myself
with all this too.
For instance
, the old me wouldn’t still be stuck on third base a week later with this girl. The
old
me would’ve been pushing for a lot more by now.

Except I’m not the old me with Paige. The new me isn’t quite so much a dick as I think I maybe have been in the past. Like, all this fooling around with her? It’s
fun
, and don’t get me wrong, it is
incredibly
hot knowing that every single thing I show her or every single thing we try is all new to her; it’s all firsts.
 

But I’m also pretty keenly aware of the fact that his is all new to her, which is why I’m not pushing. Because I can be a real prick, and a real asshole - I mean, believe me, I know that. But pushing her to
that
is just beyond even me. Besides, when a girl like Paige gets to
that
place and is ready to give that up to someone, it should
definitely
not be with a scumbag like me. If she’s somehow gotten to be a month away from going to college and still hung on to being a virgin, she might as well save it for someone special.

You know, someone
not
her stepbrother.
 

*****

The sound of Bach, or maybe Beethoven - and really, with the amount of classical piano I hear around here, I should probably start knowing which is which - floats through the house from the great room. I follow it with a glint in my eyes to see Paige, sitting prim and upright with her back to me as she dances her hands across the keys. Why the glint in my eyes? Why, because my mom and Joe are
gone
for the afternoon, and there are a
lot
more places in this giant ass house where I’d like to spread her thighs and taste her besides our bedrooms,
that’s
why.

She smiles as I slide onto the bench next to her, her hands still spindling across the ivory as she shoots me a quick grin. I follow her fingers for a minute more, before I let my own hand drop to her knee, right at the hem of her skirt. She doesn’t even falter, even though her face grows redder as she approaches the crescendo of a movement, her eyes darting across the sheet music in front of her as I stroke the skin of her knee.

It’s when I slide my hand higher, across the smoothness of her thigh, that she finally falters. The notes tumble and sputter to a stop as she rolls her eyes and turns to me; “
Knox
.”

“What?”

She grins; “Stop it, I need to practice.”

I sigh and shrug dramatically; “Well, so do
I
, princess.” I grin as I slide my hand up to the lace edge of her panties. I grin; she’s upped her panty game since we’ve been fooling around like this. And while it’s totally unnecessary, the fact that she’s
thinking
and
knowing
that someone’s going to see them every morning when she picks out a pair to slip on has my ego swelling up, well, more than it probably needs to.

She rolls her eyes and pushes my hand away again; “Knox, seriously. I need to go over this.”

“And I need to get
in
this,” I say with a shark-like grin on my face, sliding my hand right back to where it was against the front of her panties; “C’mon, no one’s home.” Her breath comes haltingly as I slip a finger under the edge of her underwear, sliding over her lips. She’s wet, and hot, and now there’s
no way
I’m letting her off the hook for a little mid-day empty-house fooling around.

“
Knox-
” Her voice is sharper this time, and she bites her lip as she pushes my hand from her. OK, twice is teasing, a third time is a message. I don’t push for a fourth shut-down.

Paige looks at me and then her lap, her hands twisting around each other; “Look, I really do need to do this.”

“Oh, what, like Columbia will suddenly say you can’t come to their fancy-pants school anymore if you skip one piano lesson?”

“
No
, but it’s the principal.” She looks up at me; “Don’t you have anything that drives you to keep going? Something you really have to work for?”

I arch a brow at her skirt hemline and clear my throat; “Well, apparently, something I have to
really
work for.”

She blushes and rolls her eyes before she levels them at me; “Knox, what are you doing next year?”

Oh fucking hell, not her too.

I fucking hate these conversation, and these overplayed soundbites that people keep saying
over
and
over
to me, as if suddenly it’s going to change my mind. It’s the same shit my mom’s been saying for years, and the same tired lines my guidance counselor at school kept on me about.

“You’re not applying yourself’; “you have so much POTENTIAL.”

Potential for what? For slaving through the grind of college like every other douchebag out there so that I can graduate with massive debt and a worthless degree I’ll never use anyways?

Yeah,
pass
.

Maybe if you’re someone like Paige, you play that game. If you’re someone like that, and the school and the piece of paper and the “cultural experience of college” is just part of your whole resume for the life that’s already been set up for you, then
fine
, go for it.

But not me.
 

I mean, I get it. I get what saying “fuck college” says about you to most people when they hear it. And it’s not that I’m not thinking about my future either, it’s just that whatever I do, I’m doing it my way, cause that’s just who I am.

And the last fucking thing I need is Paige fucking McCauley giving me that same boring-ass lecture.