Dirty Wicked Lust: A Stepbrother Romance (11 page)

I blushed, watching him set the fresh beer down before sinking onto the pool deck to join it. He slid his feet, then ankles, then calves into the water, trilling them back and forth beneath the surface as if it was summer camp and he was sitting on a floating dock. “I didn’t… I thought I’d be alone.”

“I can leave,” he said, “but you looked pretty fucking hot.” Making no move to back up his claim. Instead he sat, swirling his big feet in the soft blue water, gazing at me shamelessly, his lips curled into that wicked, crooked smile.

“No, no,” I said too quickly, reaching for the beer he’d brought me. “I mean, who would bring me refills then?”

He chuckled, his belly flat above the waistband of his boxers, torso littered with exotic tattoos, nipples hard in the pre-dawn darkness. His eyes were luminous beneath the moonlight, his cheeks still scruffily sexy—even dangerous. He watched me linger, one arm still half-covering my bare breasts as my heart pounded. My insides throbbed with a delicious mix of confusion, frustration and even…
anticipation
.

“A little middle of the night skinny dipping, huh?” he mused, stating the obvious.

I shrugged. “It sounded refreshing,” I said between fresh sips of my new, cold beer.

“It looks it,” he said, his voice filled with something much more than curiosity.

“I’d tell you to come in and try it,” I sighed, resting my beer bottle next to his on the pool deck as I gazed up at him from the soft, trickling water. “But we both know how that ends…”

“Maybe not,” he mused, gradually, after a pregnant pause. “Maybe this time it… ends… differently, Heather.”

I arched one eyebrow, my belly quivering, and not just from the long, slow fingering session in the hot tub or the shock and awe of seeing Ryan and his bulging boxer shorts beside the pool.

“Is that so?” I chuckled, nervously, my heart hammering as blood rushed through my ears.

He nodded, polishing off his beer before setting it onto the deck and promptly lifted himself up with both hands and slid deftly into the pool. His body was trim and fit, his move so athletic, he barely caused a ripple as he slid into the water, bare torso glistening beneath the furious moonlight, his eyes alive as he began to wade closer to me.

“Uh huh,” I teased, wagging a wet, dripping finger and stopping him in his tracks. “This is called skinny dipping, Ryan, and you’re… severely… overdressed.”

He chuckled, and with a similarly deft movement, reached down to quickly tug his boxers off. He lifted them from the water, dripping from one long, thick finger, only to toss them next to my clothes near the shallow end.

Chapter Thirteen

“Fair enough?” he teased, inching closer as I admired the long, luxurious lines of his naked body. He was statuesque, to put it lightly, long, sculpted legs, a narrow waist, broad shoulders and a glorious, fat cock, nestled amidst a small but robust patch of brown pubic hair, glistening beneath the water’s rippling surface.

“Oh,” I murmured, my heart hammering and pussy melting as I backed up as far as I could go. My shoulders were pinned against the same pool deck where he’d pinned me only days earlier. “I’d call that more than fair.”

He followed my eyes down to his stiff cock, smirking, even blushing, when his eyes drifted back up my body to meet my own. “I could say the same about you, Sis,” he murmured, ripples from his advance toying with my already quivering belly as we stood in the shimmering pool at damn near five in the morning.

I blushed at his words, finding the strength to reach out one hand and place it on his chest. “Just… stay there,” I murmured, gazing in his eyes before beginning the long, slow journey up and down his glorious body and back up again. “I want to enjoy every moment of this.”

He chuckled, his chest vibrating under the touch of my left hand as I used my right hand to trace several tattoos and then a variety of ribs and abs before, at last, it settled on the crook of his hip. His skin was warm and hard, like living granite beneath my fingers. I could feel him trembling and took comfort in the fact that I wasn’t alone in my nervousness.

“Jesus, Heather,” he murmured, our eyes meeting in the dark as I continued to hold him at arm’s length and admire every inch of his glistening, wet body. “What the
hell
are we doing?”

I shook my head, my wet hair rasping across bare shoulders. “I don’t know, Ryan, but… doesn’t it feel good?”

As if for emphasis, I inched my right hand closer to his well-tended pubes and gently caressed his long, stiff cock. It was hard and veiny, like warm, slippery velvet in my light, loose grip. He moaned with delight, his eyes temporarily fluttering open then shut before he nodded emphatically in reply.

“Jesus, yes,” he finally gasped, cock pulsing with need. “I want… I want this so bad, Heather.”

I nodded back, stroking him harder as the motion began to make tiny, then larger, ripples in the pool’s surface. “I’ve wanted this since I first saw you,” I confessed, before his lips smothered mine with a breathtaking kiss that simultaneously confirmed all my suspicions and turned my world upside down.

He wanted me, he didn’t want me. I wanted him, I couldn’t have him. I started something he couldn’t finish and then, days later… this.
What
are
we doing?
I wondered as I continued doing it even as his breath threatened to smother the very life out of me.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, gasping as we both came up for air. “About us. About… this.”

I nodded, the throbbing sensation of his velvety cock slick in my hands as we inched closer to the shallow end, doing an awkward, indelicate dance as we fumbled toward the steps and rose from the water. “I know it’s wrong,” he grunted, finally sweeping me up in his arms as he stepped from the pool and onto the deck, “but I can’t fucking help it. I want to fuck you so hard.”

I felt positively light in his grip, both our bodies dripping as he carried me to the nearest deck chair. “It can’t be wrong if it feels this right,” I murmured, too horny to feel embarrassed over uttering one of life’s cheesiest clichés. He ignored it anyway, probably feeling the same way, as he gently lay me down on top of the soft, mauve cushion and stood above me, hard and glistening in more ways than one. His eyes were alive with desire, his cock pulsing as I lay beneath his penetrating gaze, squirming with desire and anticipation as he licked his lips and nodded, as if replying to a question neither of us had asked.

At least, not out loud anyway…

I was wet and dripping, and as he knelt between my legs, so was Ryan. His body was even more sculpted in the dramatic moonlight. Hard edges rough lines stiffened by enticing shadows as he gripped my ankles and spread my legs so slowly I nearly came with anticipation. Beneath me the lawn chair creaked, and the cushion rasped against my naked skin, a delightful scratching upon the backs of my thighs and clenched ass. I was naked and open to him before I knew it, splayed out and bared as he inched even closer.

“Wrong or right,” he murmured, gazing at my body as if he’d never seen a naked woman before. “I’m going to eat your pussy until you come!”

I squirmed at his dirty talk, snorting momentarily before I realized… he wasn’t kidding. He was hungry – he looked hungry – a man about to feast on something he truly, insatiably craved. I settled in for the feast, thighs spread wide and bare feet nestled on top of the backs of his calves as he ogled me intently.

As I stretched my arms above my head, gripping the lounge chair cushion for support, Ryan bent to pepper my fluttering belly with soft, wet, urgent kisses that sent little bursts of desire through my skin. I could have come from this alone–his lips on my belly, so soft and sensitive above my burning bush, nipples taut and tender under the bare moonlight.

His hands climbed up my legs, gently spreading them even more as his lips moved from my belly to my bush, pressing down until they caressed, then clasped down upon my throbbing clit. The sensation was magical, instant, and overwhelming, making me buck, clench and grit my teeth, clasping the cushion above me as I turned my head from side to side, lips clenched lest I scream and wake the neighbors.

Ryan began to slowly alternate the sensation of his powerful, glorious lips with his wicked, expert tongue, rasping across the throbbing tip of my bud before sucking it tenderly, gently, the rush and thrum of alternating sensations making me buck like a live wire on top of the damp lounge chair, thighs already trembling as my ears thrilled to the sound of his licking and sucking in the dark, quiet backyard.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, gasping for air, panting and moaning as Ryan kicked his seduction up another notch. Sliding his hands from along my thighs to grip my buttocks, he squeezed, lifting them higher to lick and suck upon my swollen pussy as his tongue poked and prodded my eager clit, fully exposed and vulnerable to his masculine and expert loving.

It was too much, all of it, and so quickly… Ryan’s thick fingers squeezing my ass, lifting it higher as his tongue rasped across my sensitive bud, only to drag away to be quickly replaced by his tender, thick lips, melting around my clit. He sucked and savored my pearly pink nub until at last I came, loudly and violently, greedily pressing my clit against Ryan’s lips until I exploded, bucking beneath him as he gripped my ass even tighter in unity, literally squeezing another orgasm from my uncontrollable libido.

But he had only just begun. He sucked, licked, teased, kissing and squeezing until I had come at least a dozen times—maybe more—too many times to keep count before I squirmed away from his wicked mouth and fell on top of the cushion beneath him.

“No. More. Please!” I begged, literally crawling away from him as he knelt, his cock stiff and leaking with desire, at the other end of the chair.

“I promise,” he said, licking his lips free of my glossy pussy liquor as I crooked a finger and nodded toward the cushion between us.

“Your turn,” I said, licking my lips in anticipation as his cock literally leapt in response.

He smiled cockily, taking my place as he lay on his back, reaching high above him like a piece of long, tender taffy to grip the cushion above his head and settle in for the ride. “If you insist,” he chuckled as I slid in between his legs, gently stroking his cock in appreciation of its masculine beauty.

Pre-come pooled on the tip, thick and slick as I grasped it and used it to coat his rock hard prick. He murmured and moaned, his legs spreading apart to make room as I bent over to lick a fresh drop from the slit in his tip.

He gasped and flinched and I felt powerful, suddenly, to be making such a strong man melt beneath my touch. I teased him as he had me stroking and kissing his fat cock until it leaked, glistened, and throbbed and neither of us could take it any longer.

“Mmmmmm,” I murmured appreciatively as I slid it into my mouth. My passion overwhelmed my senses and I sucked him greedily, gliding up his glorious staff as my lips caressed every long, veiny inch. To enhance the sensation, I gripped his thigh with my left hand while my right slid beneath the base of his prick to gently clasp and fondle his sack. They flinched at the touch, as if alive beneath my fingers as I tugged and teased, caressed and tickled them.

Ryan squirmed, helpless beneath me as I gripped his thigh for support as I worked my lips, tightly sealed, up and down his rigid prick. I used my tongue to glide along the bottom vein, rasping where I wasn’t sucking, dragging where I wasn’t licking, until I could feel him trembling, throbbing, ready to explode at any moment.

Risking a glance on the upswing, I watched Ryan wince and murmur, his eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping the top of the lounge cushion with tense fervor and white knuckles. I left my lips loosely sealed, about halfway down his staff, letting the juices warm and mingle until I gently, so gently, slid them off of him.

“Not this way, stepbrother,” I murmured, licking his scent—his taste—off my lips. His eyes blinked open as I squeezed his balls gently for emphasis. I loved the deliciously kinky, even sinful, word on my tongue:
stepbrother
. This was happening. Right now. Right here. In the middle of the night, Ryan’s cock slick and swollen, my pussy engorged and on fire, his balls trembling, thick and hanging low in my grateful hand. I was going to…

Fuck.

My.

Stepbrother.

Not just fuck him, but fuck him senseless. Hard, fast, slow, gentle, long, wet and sweaty, until he begged me to come, and I’d let him— hard, fast and deep, deep inside me.

He nodded, as if in silent agreement, then shook his head as if having second thoughts. “I want to come inside you,” he said, “But… but…”

“Relax, Ryan” I murmured, sliding my thighs on either side of his as I crept up toward his glistening prick, running my curious fingers along his legs as I did so. “I’m on the pill. So… come on! Fuck me hard. Nasty. Make me feel it.”

His relieved exhalation was so powerful I could feel his breath wash over my chest, heaving with delight and anticipation as I rose on top of him, gently guiding his leaking cock toward the swell of my swollen cunt. It was sensitive and quivering as it embraced Ryan’s prick, kissing it as my other lips had earlier, embracing it just as tightly and dragging it in, deeper, deeper, deeper than my mouth ever could—and tighter, too.

I felt his every inch glide along my swollen labia, glistening, pink, and wet in the moonlight as he filled me to the hilt. When at last I sank on top of his pelvis, writhing against his rock hard belly, he reached out for me just as I reached out for him. Gently, almost instinctively, our hands met above his chest and we clasped them there, tightly, as he gently began to thrust in and out of me.

I gripped his fingers tighter with each thrust, holding on for support as he gently lifted me up and down with every glide in or out. Slick and wet, the sloppy sounds of our lovemaking filled the quiet pre-dawn stillness, merging with the creaking of the lawn chair and our feverish panting as we fell into an intoxicating rhythm.

It wasn’t the ravishing I’d expected, or even fantasized about—it was a million times better. Thick, slow, persistent thrusts that gently lifted me up before letting me down, the sensation so rigid and rhythmic I couldn’t help but feel the tremors of another orgasm build intensely, as I peered down into his eyes.