Escape: A Stepbrother Romance (19 page)

If you believed the candidates, you’d think none of them actually wanted the job as if it were some form of charity, but their every word was cleverly devised to enamour themselves to their fellow partners who would be voting on the job.

In the afternoon the solicitors split themselves into four large teams competing against each other to build a shelter that would keep them dry and warm if they had to spend the night there.

Dad and the other candidates for the managing partner position, tried to act casual as the lawyers were being split into teams, but it was impossible to miss the deliberate tactical manoeuvring going on. I’d not seen people try so hard to get on certain teams since the boys let the girls play football in the playground at school and the girls used the opportunity to get closer to the boys they liked. That was cute when we were nine years old, but watching fifty-year-old men do the same thing was rather depressing.

“Do any women work for your dad’s firm?” Caiden asked.

“Not many by the looks of it,” I replied. “At least not in the senior positions.”

I’d looked at the website for Dad’s firm many times and it touted the equal opportunity employment of women and minorities. Looking at the associates on the website made that look true, but the website left out one crucial detail. While the junior solicitors were a mixture of men, women, and minorities, the ones who made it to partner were almost always men. White men at that.

This away day was for the more senior members of the firm; the junior solicitors had been left behind at the office to do the work that the partners were busy bringing in. That meant there were only a handful of women here and the whole thing had a stale feel to it.

“Are you actually enjoying this?” I asked Caiden.

Caiden stared back at me with a look of horror on his face. “Please tell me you’re joking. Of course I’m not enjoying this.”

“In that case you are very convincing actor. You had a few of the partners eating out of the palm of your hand.”

“I can put on the charm if need be. I know how to speak to men like your dad, I just choose not to most of the time.”

“If you’re so bored, why did you come?”

“You know why I came, Vicky. I might be bored listening to these people and watching them try to stab each other in the back, but at least I get to look at you. In the time we’ve been here I’ve undressed you and fucked you so many times the buttons on your blouse are beginning to fall off from overuse.”

“Tell me about it,” I whispered. “Tell me what you’ve done to me. In your head, that is.”

“I’ve… No, I’m
not
going to tell you about it. I’m done talking about this. Come with me.”

“We can’t just leave,” I said, as Caiden put his hand on my back and guided me away from the crowd. “My dad will notice.”

“He wouldn’t notice if we left and never came back. You did your thing at the beginning and your dad tried to show you off like some trophy, but now he has his mind on other things. Even Sheri got left behind at the main cafeteria to talk with the other housewives. You’ve done your bit, now it’s time we had some fun.”

The entire away day took place in the woods to give it a real life adventurous feel, even though the camp had been modernized in such a way it had more real-life comforts than most people’s offices. However, it did mean we were never far from trees and secluded areas where we could get some privacy.

I wasn’t nervous and that made me uneasy. I felt the same way the first time I’d been with Caiden when I walked into the hotel room. I should have been terrified; I was about to lose my virginity to an experienced and popular man. It was a life-defining moment and I wasn’t even drunk.

Something about being around Caiden helped eliminate my nerves. Maybe his confidence rubbed off on me. Whatever it was, the defining emotion spreading throughout my body as Caiden led me to a thick part of the forest was excitement. My heart was racing and my sex was aching.

Finally, Caiden grabbed my cardigan and pulled me back to stop me in my tracks. We were far enough away from the group that no one would see or hear us.

“Now what?” I asked. I had no idea what we were supposed to do now. Did we fuck? Twigs and branches covered the ground everywhere and didn’t look entirely comfortable. I wanted Caiden to grab me and fuck me up against the tree, but that would hurt my back and tear my clothes to shreds. Reality wasn’t as sexy as the movies. I needed him inside me, but I also needed him to lead the way.

“I don’t know where to start,” Caiden admitted. “I’ve spent most of the day thinking about this. I want to undress you. I want to suck those hard nipples. I want to eat your cunt. I want to bend you over and plunge my cock inside you. I want to come in your mouth. I want to spank that firm little ass.”

I reached my hand out and grabbed him between the legs. I cupped his balls and squeezed softly, before stroking the length of his cock through his trousers. He quickly stiffened then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers to give his cock room to move.

I pulled his boxers down slightly until I could see his shaft. The head pointed up and looked directly at me. I just stared at it for thirty seconds, trying to comprehend the enormity of it and amazed that I had fitted that inside my virgin pussy. I must have been dripping wet that first night for him to slide inside me so easily and with so little pain and resistance.

My fingers gripped the base of his shaft and slowly stroked up and down. Caiden immediately started humming and breathing faster in response to my touch. I stared at his cock the entire time, watching my hand go from the base to the head where I squeezed gently and ran my thumb over the pre-cum.

Caiden’s hands yanked up my skirt until it was around my waist and then his fingers slipped my panties to one side. I groaned loudly as two fingers entered me with ease.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Caiden said. “I can’t wait to taste you again. I want you to come in my mouth like you did that night.”

“No,” I said and pulled his fingers out of my sex. I felt empty without him inside me, but there was something else I wanted to do. I used my feet to clear the ground under me and then sunk to my knees. I pulled his cock down slightly and licked my lips before sliding them over his head.

My tongue immediately tasted the slight saltiness of the pre-cum on his head and I licked it up greedily. I had to open my mouth wide to fit his girth inside and I was only able to take half of his shaft into my mouth before my gag reflex stopped me going any further. My hand stroked the base of the shaft while my mouth sucked hard on the top half of his cock.

“Shit, Vicky,” Caiden moaned. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

If he had any doubts about my experience, I quickly reminded him that I didn’t know what I was doing when I shook my head in response while he was still in my mouth.

He let out a short laugh but then resumed moaning in pleasure as I sucked harder and harder. Pre-cum kept appearing on his head and the tiny taste I got with my tongue was enough for me to know I wanted the full load in my mouth.

Caiden wove his fingers through my hair and held the back of my head as he thrust slightly in my mouth. He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, but I managed to ignore the gag reflex and take a few more inches of him inside me. Caiden’s pace quickened, but he never forced more of himself inside me than I could handle. I was slurping and drooling as I sucked on him, but if that looked unappealing he didn’t show it.

“I’m close,” he murmured. “Here it comes, sweetheart.”

Caiden’s hand gripped harder onto the back of my head as he slammed forward into my mouth one last time. The come shot out of his tip and slammed into the back of my throat. I couldn’t swallow it fast enough and some escaped my mouth, dripping down my chin.

The taste was unusual, but I gulped it down immediately. He shook a few more times until he started softening in my mouth. I sucked hard to get the last drops out and then scooped up the come that was dribbling down my chin with my fingers.

“Holy shit,” Caiden said. “That was… holy shit.”

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” I said. I stood up and pulled my skirt down, checking I looked presentable. I had scuff marks on my knees, but when my skirt was pulled down it covered them up.

“Do I have any… you know... stuff on my face?” I asked. I didn’t want to see my dad again with Caiden’s spunk dripping down me.

“No, you look clean and innocent again. As if you weren’t just sucking my cock like a greedy whore. I need to taste you now, Vicky. Don’t make me wait any longer to taste that beautiful pussy.”

“Not here,” I said reluctantly. I knew if Caiden fingered me or ate me I would need him to fuck me as well and we couldn’t do that here. Not properly. “Dad said there was dinner here as well, correct?”

“Yes,” Caiden groaned. “Shit, I can’t wait that long for you.”

“I wasn’t suggesting you wait. Dad and Sheri will be at the dinner. If we leave now we’ll have the house to ourselves for hours.”

“In that case, what the hell are we doing standing around here? Let’s get you home.”

All I wanted to do was get back to the house, but the drive home was frustratingly slow. With every minute that passed, I saw our window of free time slipping away. Most of the delay wasn’t Vicky’s fault. We hit some early rush hour traffic and road work had closed one lane on a busy road, but she didn’t help matters by driving frustratingly slowly when we had an empty road in front of us.

I resisted the temptation to tell her to hurry up because it didn’t seem like a good idea to make someone drive faster than they were comfortable doing, but my right leg kept twitching in the passenger seat as I tried to control my urges for just another hour.

After what seemed like an eternity, Vicky took a left turn onto a street I recognized and I knew we were just a few minutes from home. As we approached her driveway, I turned to look at a car parked on double yellow lines.

“It’s illegal to park there, right?” I asked. I still hadn’t gotten the hang of all the road markings in the UK, but the ‘no parking on double yellow lines’ rule seemed fairly clear.

“No… Well, maybe. But I guess no one cares.”

The car appeared empty, but I turned my head as we went past and kept looking until a man appeared in the driver’s seat. He had been ducked down as if hiding from us as we drove passed.

I recognized him. It was the man who had followed us all the way to the pub. I was sure he’d been homeless at the time, but now he had a car by the looks of it. Not a very nice one, but certainly not just a piece of scrap either.

It would be one thing to see the same man around town a few times. In a small town like this that probably did happen a fair bit. But the way he had followed me the first day I saw him combined with how he was now ducking down in the car to avoid my gaze made it clear he must be following me. I couldn’t think why anyone would care enough about my whereabouts to have someone follow me. I certainly didn’t know this man so he must just be a hired set of eyes.

Perhaps the man was actually following Sheri? That would explain why he was outside the house, but he had clearly followed us to the pub that day. Vicky and I had been alone, Sheri had not been anywhere near us.

The only person who wanted to know where I was recently was Naomi. She’d been in touch trying to arrange a meeting, and I had either ignored her or told her I was busy. She’d love to know where I was spending the summer, but she thought I was in London and would start looking for me there. Besides, if she knew where I was living, she wouldn’t need this man to keep watching out for me.

I considered going out and confronting the man. He clearly wasn’t a professional judging by his poor attempts to follow me so far and I suspected he would crumble under some basic interrogation and a few physical threats. I had no qualms with breaking a few ethical guidelines if I really had to. I generally tried to avoid violence for the most part, but if someone was following me and refused to back the hell away then I couldn’t be held responsible for my actions.

All thoughts of confronting the stranger disappeared when I got out of the car and looked at Vicky. She looked so beautiful. Her skirt was creased and crumpled where I had pulled it up to her waist and her hair was slightly disheveled from my fingers running through it as I gripped the back of her head and came in her mouth.