Escape: A Stepbrother Romance Novella (9 page)

He
pushes his hands underneath my ass, raising my pussy to his mouth as though
he’s drinking from a bowl.  The tip of his nose grazes my clit and I feel him
breathing against my skin.  Each lick and caress takes me closer but it’s not
enough until he pushes the very tip of one finger inside me and presses upwards
in little rhythmic pulses.

“Oh...,”
I say, trailing off when he adds another finger and taps my clit with his
tongue. It’s perfect pressure, over and over, and I’m getting so close, but
it’s when he moans against me that I go over the edge.  My orgasm starts with
warmth in my belly that spreads through my pussy and outward in pulses so
strong I have to grip onto his head and the sheets to bear it.  His fingers
keep slipping in and out of me, the slick sounds and my long moan ringing out
through my apartment. 

“Fuck,”
he says, rising up and pushing the shorts I gave him to wear down his thick
thighs.  His cock is as beautiful as the rest of him, smooth and hard and just
the right side of big.  Kneeling between my shaky legs, he grips it like a
weapon, squeezing and pulling as though he’s in some kind of lust trance.

I
watch, mesmerized at the sight of him, the pure masculinity of his body and the
utter beauty of his face.  But it’s more.  I
see
him; inside and out.  I
know
him in a way I’ve never known a man before.  I know that he’ll
always put me first, no matter what the circumstances.  I know he’ll protect me
always, body and mind.  It’s those thoughts and the slightly desperate look on
his face that have me stirring from my post-orgasmic fog and rising to my
knees.  He’s made feel so good. Now I want to do the same for him. 

I
place my hand over his and then slide up the length of him until we are skin to
skin.  Only then do I look up into his eyes. 

“Sammie,”
he says, almost like a warning.  Maybe, in his eyes, it wasn’t a big deal for
him to make me come, but the idea that I might give him pleasure back seems
almost too much for him now. 

I
lean down and lick over the head of him, holding his gaze as I do it, wanting
to see the pure, raw desire there.  When I wrap my lips around the tip and suck
gently, his hips buck.  “Oh fuck, that looks so good,” he mutters, moving
gently in and out while I hollow my cheeks and use my tongue to lick along the
sensitive little spot that I know will make him moan.  “Ah, keep doing it like
that…just like that,” he says, his voice cracking by the end. I hold onto his
thighs, feeling them tremble as he uses my mouth and it’s the sexiest damn
thing I’ve ever experienced.

When
his cock begins to swell he pulls out, squeezing himself hard, then he’s on me,
pushing me back against the comforter, using his thighs to spread my legs and
his hands to hold my arms up over my head.  His breath is coming fast, as I
know mine is, but time seems to slow as he stills, gazing at me with such
adoration I feel tears prick at the back of my eyes.

“I
can’t believe I have you back in my life,” he whispers, peppering my face with
the softest kisses.  “I can’t believe that we’re doing this.”

“But
you want to?” I ask.

“Fuck
yeah,” he laughs.  As if to press the point he shifts his hips so his cock
slips down through my wetness.  “Have you got a condom?” he asks and I shake my
head.  His face falls; he obviously isn’t prepared either.

“But
I’m on the pill,” I say.  “If you’re clean?”

“I’m
clean,” he says, “if you’re sure.”

I
nod quickly, desperate to feel him fill me up. The head of his cock presses
forward gently.  There’s nothing rushed about this. It’s as though he wants to
take every sensation and store it up in his head.  He’s so big, stretching me
out so slowly I want to push upwards so I can take him all in, but I don’t.  I
want him to have this his way.  I want to give him what he wants because that’s
how it’s always been with us.  We’ve always been in harmony.  It seems sex is
no different. 

He
shifts up onto his knees leaving just enough space to look between us. We watch
as he pushes inside me with slow easy thrusts, opening me an inch at a time.  It
feels so good and looks so explicit I have to exhale a shaky breath.  I’m so
swollen and he’s so hard it’s almost punishing but he stops when our hips meet
and he’s finally all the way in.  The grip he has on my wrists loosens and he
rests over me, bending to lick over each of my nipples with tender circles
followed by a bite that sends waves of pleasure to my clit.  I want him to move
but he stays still, buried to the hilt and it’s like he wants to mark his
territory, to stake his claim on me for as long as he can.  Maybe he’s just too
damn excited to risk moving. I feel that way too, like one or two hard thrusts
could make me gush all over him.  He still has my hands in his grasp so I can’t
run mine over his short golden hair or caress his shoulders and back as I’d
like.  As if he can read my mind, he releases me and uses his hands to clasp my
face.  He looks into my eyes. “You don’t know how it feels to be with you like
this.  I’ve been lost for so long but being here, with you, like this…it’s like
I’ve finally found the thing that’s been missing for me after all these years.”

I
hold his face in my hand and stroke my thumbs across his cheekbones.  He blinks
his lovely blue-green eyes and I pull him towards me for a sweet, gentle kiss
that I know will tell him I feel the same way.  He moves inside me then,
tentatively, watching my expression tenderly and leaning in to kiss me to the
rhythm of his thrusts. He’s got a way of twisting his hips and nudging upwards
that has me writhing, toes gripping into the sheets for purchase.  When I reach
down to clasp him to me I feel the roll and clench of his strong ass as he
grinds out our pleasure.

“You
feel so good,” I whisper, and he nuzzles my neck in response.

“Sammie,”
he says against the shell of my ear, breath tickling the nerve endings there. 
“I love you…you’re mine now and I’m never letting you go.”

He
has one hand in my hair, gripping tight, and the other around my hip, holding
me just where he wants me. I move with him, undulating my hips to match his
rhythm, slick, wet and so close to coming I feel like I might burst with
pleasure and happiness. This man, who I’ve been without for so long, has become
everything to me in such a short space of time. My protector, my lover and
still the best friend I ever had.

Chapter 15

Brandon

My mind is going
crazy.  I can’t fathom that I’m making love to Sammie.

Love.

The
word sounds weird and foreign in my brain and tongue.  It’s been so long since
I used it.  But it feels right when I say it to her because the feeling is lodged
inside me in the same place it used to be. I’d gotten good at pretending I
didn’t think about her or miss her.  But my heart remembers.

I’m
so deep inside her I feel like I might drown.  She’s so damn tight and wet. 
It’s the first time I’ve ever fucked bare and I can’t believe how amazing it
feels to have that skin to skin contact.  The heat of it is different and I can
feel the way her body responds to the way I move, tiny contractions and bigger
waves when I hit her g-spot just right.

I’ve
got her ass in my hand and I can’t stop myself from digging my fingers in hard
and tugging her to me.  Her skin is so soft, the little noises she makes
hitting me right in the cock.  Fuck.  I can’t think of the way her body feels beneath
mine or how much I don’t want this to end.  I’m so close to letting go and
pumping her full, but I want to hold back.  I need her to come with me.

I
know Sammie’s close because she’s bucking, her hips shifting from slow thrusts
to a sharp desperate rhythm.  I don’t know her body yet but I know women.  I
know the dirty little things that get them off.  I know they like to be shocked
when they’re on the verge of coming.  God, the things I want to do to her. 
This is just the start.  I’m going to show her things she won’t believe.

Moving
the hand that’s been gripping her hair to her throat, I tip her chin right
back, holding her head in place.  She moans, arching her back and I know I have
her with just a little bit more.  I push the leg that’s raised around my hip
upwards and hook it over my shoulder in one smooth movement, then I reach down
stroking over her ass and pressing into the crease.

“Oh
fuck,” she gasps, her body going tight as a bow string. I watch her face as she
comes, her eyes scrunched, lips pulled back into a silent scream.  Her forehead
is glistening with perspiration and soft strands of her hair frame her pretty
face.  But it’s what happens inside her that blows my fucking mind.  She goes
tight there too, clutching at me as though she doesn’t want me to ever pull out. 
I move through it all, holding her throat tight, pounding into her to prolong
her pleasure.  I wanted to come with her but I’m feeling too damn greedy and I
want to make this night something for her to remember.  Pulling out of her
pussy takes all my willpower but somehow I manage it, then I roll her onto her
stomach, grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed and pushing it under her
hips.  It only takes seconds for me to position her exactly as I want her; head
turned to the side, body flat and ass in the air.  She moans gently as I stroke
up her long legs and over her rounded bottom, taking some time to enjoy the
view and calm my own raging pulse. 

“You’re
beautiful,” I tell her again.  I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell her that
enough, no matter how many years we are together.  There’s never been anyone
like Sammie. 

“Bran,”
she says in the softest voice, so reverently it give me a lump in my throat. 

“What
is it baby?”

“I
need you, Bran,”

“You’ve
got me, babe. I’m not gonna go anywhere.”

I
position myself over her, holding my weight on one arm and using the other to
ease my cock into her slippery pussy. She’s so swollen it’s almost like the
first time I had to force my way in.  I rest down on top of her gently until
she’s totally surrounded by me.  Sammie feels tiny in this position, her slim
ribcage now totally enveloped by my arms and chest.  I nudge her legs open with
my thighs so I can get in deeper and she grunts like it’s too much.  I’ve
bottomed out and it feels so damn good. 

“Do
it,” she says. “Give it to me,” and I love that she’s so impatient for my cock.

I
put everything into my first thrust, all the power I have in my body, using all
the leverage I can get by holding her tight, and letting out all the aggression
I have to claim her.  This woman is mine, I think as I pound into her again. 
She’s mine to fuck, mine to love, mine to protect.  I kiss the side of her
face, nuzzling her ear and taking in her scent.  I close my eyes, letting
myself fall into the moment. 

Our
skin is slick where we’re pressed together and I can smell her sweat and mine. 
Everything feels raw and dirty and I love that I’ve taken this pristine, sweet
girl and turned her into the begging, moaning, slippery mess that she is.

“Oh…”
she says, as I slip my hand around her hip and pinch her clit.

“You
like that,” I say, tapping it with my finger, gently at first and then harder.
Every press sends a pulsing contraction through her pussy that feels so good. 

“Yeah,
fuck yeah.”

I
laugh, sounding a bit crazed, squeezing it between my thumb and forefinger,
telling her that she’s my bad girl, and I love her and I want to feel her come
so hard around my cock.  It’s as though my words are all she needs because she
comes again, squeezing my cock like a vice.  She’s gone totally limp with
pleasure, now just a vessel for me to manipulate and fill and I do.  Oh fuck I
do.  I let go and give it all to her, pumping her full of every last drop I
have.

My
heart is pounding and my chest heaving from exertion and I’m lightheaded in a drug-up
way that has me feeling like the room is tilting on its axis.   I don’t want to
crush her but my arms are shaky so I ease my dick out and slump down beside
her.  She smiles at me, and reaches out to stroke my face, eyes scanning as
though she wants to take in every detail.  I understand that, because I never
want to forget these moments since she stirred me from sleep with a kiss.

“Are
you okay?” she asks and I know she doesn’t mean physically.  Am I feeling weird
that she’s my stepsister is what she’s asking. 

“I’m
okay,” I say because I am. All my reservations have flown out the window
because when we’re together, everything feels so right.  “Are you okay, more to
the point?” I ask because I never would have thought she’d be ready to do what
we just did after the ordeal she went through. 

“I’m
fine,” she says. “Amazing.”

Sammie
smiles sleepily and her eyes droop.  I wonder if the effects of the drugs are
still in her system or if she always falls asleep after mind altering sex.  I
feel like I could sleep for a week.  I run my hand over her beautifully soft
hair and think about my mom. She had similar honey colored hair to Sammie that I
used to hold onto it as a toddler.  I miss Mom. She would have been happy that Sammie
and I found each other again, although maybe a bit shocked by the developments.

“What’s
your dad going to say?” I ask with a sudden wave of anxious realization that he
might be angry.  I couldn’t face being a disappointment to him.

She
blinks once as though she’s already one foot into her dreams.  “He’ll probably
start asking you questions about wombats.”  She laughs softly.  “He loves you
like a son, Bran.  And now he’ll have the chance to do it again.