HIM—A Stepbrother Romance: With BONUS NOVELLA: PERSONAL (6 page)

He slid his finger right over the hood of my clit and held it there, pressing firmly into me, twisting just a tad, and I nearly came. He held it there as if pinning me against the wall with his bare thumb. So hot.

“Just say it. Say you want my tongue across your clit. Those very words. Now.”

“Okay, okay! I want it I want your tongue across my clit.” Layers and layers of pink flushed my cheeks of embarrassment, rivaling the worst sunburn, excitement and incredible anticipated desire of what would come next.

“Well darling, why didn't you say so? Coming right up.”

And just like that, Bradley Rainshaw was between my legs. The simple act alone and visual state enough to make me have a thousand orgasms in one.

It was one slow lick that caused every single muscle in my body to melt and explode. If it was the only lick I received for the rest of my life, I would die a happy woman. I bit my lips so I wouldn't cry out as my body shook as he gently tapped with his tongue across my clit.

I felt like the most powerful, lucky woman in the world as the hottest man alive gripped my body and held me so close to his mouth like I was the only thing in the world he ever wanted. With hands so tight, his muscles bulging from his daily workouts, chiseled to perfection like the art of Michelangelo in the statue of David…I just wanted to stare. But stare I could not, as my eyes closed back in utter pleasure from his magic tongue.

His eyes looked up at me and were filled with mischief and pleasure. “I fucking love seeing you in pleasure like this.” With one hand, he held me, as his other hand reached to cup my breast and twist at my nipple. I was prisoner to his strength, prisoner to his sexy will. And I loved every single minute of it. I felt so small against his strength and power, but felt so feminine, desired, and beautiful at the same time. I bit my lip again as the pressure against my dripping wet folds increased with the force of tongue.              

“You’re so wet, I love it,” he managed to say as his thumb circled over my clit before licking it once more. A tag team, he alternated sending my mind buzzing into the stratosphere.

“I’m going to make you scream and wake everyone up.”

“Oh no, no, no,” I whispered and whimpered as he swiped at my swollen clit just so before tapping it, his tongue speeding up its rhythm and intensity, stroking my entire mound; my entire body felt like it was on fire as electricity shot through my body, and I wondered if I could even take any more heat, any more pleasure before exploding. My entire body tensed up as I gave into his sweet torture, as I accepted every ounce of pleasure from him. My hands grasped the sides of the water’s edge like someone hanging on for dear life.

Every ounce of me wanted to shout his name, Bradley!

My head tossed back and forth as the passion, longing, and desire of all these years were finally filled in a moment, and I wanted to freeze forever.

Nothing in my entire life had ever felt like this. So good, so incredible. And there I floated in the hot water as the frosty, nippy air met my skin, my strong arms keeping my upper body afloat, while the Greek god before me cupped my ass and buried his head between my legs, making me see stars, galaxies and unknown universes. He sucked, he licked, he trailed and took his sweet time over the spot that made my entire body feel like jello; heck, that made my cells even feel the pleasure of floating. He licked at me as if I were the most delectable thing he’d ever eaten in his life, as my entire being, mind, body, and soul, entered an alternate universe of complete ecstasy. I was coming, I was coming hard and fast, the ripples of pleasure rising and tightening in my core.

“I’m going to make you scream as you come. Just watch.” He growled as his swiped my clit with both of his thumbs as his tongue trailed to my throbbing opening, and he entered me with the tip of his tongue. No one had ever done that to me before. I couldn’t tell you what happened next, as I exploded into pleasure and screamed out as orgasmic ripples of ecstasy took over my body until chills remained as an aftermath. I shook as his tongue took over the thumb, swiping just so lightly now as if to prologue my orgasmic journey. I lay there. Spent.

It was the best feeling I’d ever had in my life.

“Told you I’d make you scream.” He pulled me close to him, wrapping my weak legs around his core. I felt his hard tip against my stomach as my wet bareness gelled into his rod. All I could do was dig my fingernails into his strong back, just like I had envisioned moments ago.

“You’re…really strong after spraining your ankle.”

He fumbled his way back to a seat, careful to keep me wrapped around him. My insides ached and burned with passion, an intense, hot need of his hardness against my blazing folds. I yearned with such ferocity that I physically hurt down there and needed mending by him. Now.

His lips crashed into mine as his strong hands cupped the back of my neck. I felt him hardening more. His tip brushed against my sensitivity, but I still felt yawning pleasure.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I want you. I want to drive into you, fill you so deep. Do you want that, too?” His whisper was on my ear. He nibbled at my earlobe once again.

He was breathless as he looked at me with his tantalizing eyes, “Meet me in my room in five minutes. Not a minute earlier or a minute too late.”

He lifted me off of him and sat me lightly down as I panted like a dog in heat. His perfectly chiseled ass cheeks teased me as he wrapped a robe around him, securing it tightly around his raging hard erection, and I wondered how he’d make it back in looking like that.

“I…uh…”

“Four minutes, thirty seconds, my bed, where I’m going to ravage you to pieces. I want to fuck you so bad, I can hardly breathe.”

Chapter Eleven

Kate

There I stood, the moment of truth, the symphony of all symphonies. The final acts of all final acts.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest like dozens of horses being let free after a lifetime of captivity. The elation of trotting past the barbed wire fences that contained their eager hooves from experiencing the distant snow-capped mountains and acres and acres of prairies that their far away, dreamy glances longed after for years, and the hamster wheel thoughts of: one day, one day I’ll be free.

I couldn’t help but feel exactly like that.

I’m free!

Bradley is finally mine!

In my mind I could see the scene so well. It was like as soon as he asked me to meet him in his room, all I could think about while I quickly made my way through the manor were these beautiful horses who were once held captive, now charging forth toward the destiny of pleasure and wonder as the fast trots kicked up dust behind them. The future is now. The future is calling. The future is here! I felt just like that.

Bradley felt like my unknown forbidden land and our former family dynamic felt like the barbed wire fence that you didn’t dare touch or it would be very bad news.

I had seen so much of him and his godlike looks and tight chiseled body plastered in the media and in all those trashy magazines. All those years in Teen Beat, and Seventeen, my girlfriends and I would rummage through with giddy smiles and shameless lust during our sleepovers, practically salivating over his good looks as we’d cut out our favorite paparazzi photos to hang in our rooms and on our walls. That Colgate smile, those exotic eyes that could singe a hole through the glossy paper; he was such a beautiful boy who had now blossomed into a man.

A man waiting for me. Right now.

Then there were all those years when we lived together and he would walk the halls shirtless. I’d have to quickly look to the ground or at my phone so I wouldn’t give away the oh-my-gosh-you’re-gorgeous-I’ve-wanted-you-forever-look in my eyes.

A hot young guy who’d turned into a sizzling grown man, who has been voted “best body” by
People
magazine. A man who just showed me his huge cock, whose hands just cupped my ass as his beautiful face made me see unknown galaxies between my legs and in my mind from off-the-charts pleasure. My heart was about to burst!

A man who had confessed to me I was the girl he couldn’t have.

All those torturous years he crept into my dreams when I tried with every fiber in my being to ignore them. It was all gone now.

And I was free.

Free!

And now the only thing separating us right now was this damn door, a luxurious craft that now kept my weak legs from wrapping around him so tight and my fingers from running through his hair. My kiss from his juicy pout that never wanted to let go.

I could feel my passion and need between my legs. Every part of me wanted this. Every cell. I was shaking with desire.

These pulses raced up to my ears and shot down like lightning to my nakedness, my inner core. It was very well aware of the absence of his touch, still incredibly tender and turned on, I could barely make it to his room without feeling tingles all over of the pleasure that he left across every ounce of me down there.

Still wobbly from that mind-blowing, earth-shattering, life-changing orgasm, I still panted.

I panted from pleasure.

I panted from the shock of it all.

I panted from adrenaline.

I panted from the forbidden action.

The sun would be rising soon. It was the edge of night that crept into dawn. What would be revealed when the first ray of light peeked into this room?

I bit my tongue and smiled, full of joy and bliss. I shook my head, still drunk with lust and surprise at the whole thing.

I took a deep breath and turned the handle. The door responded with a just a small creak I hoped no one heard. Dozens of scenes flashed through my brain, foretelling what could be in just a moment more.

Just an inch now was open as I caught a glimpse of the giant bed that rested against the same wall as the door.

That gigantic sleigh bed with grand mahogany wood etched with gold that belonged in a French castle, would he take me there?

I bit my trembling lip again. The liquid courage still surged through my veins from the champagne, allowing me to power through my thoughts and to open the damn door. All the way.

It was the sound first that caused my pussy to clench in desire, the free falling sound of water from the shower.

And then it was the sight that caused me to shut the door behind me fast, all in one movement, as I dropped the robe, letting it coil at my ankles like a snake.

My eyes didn’t leave his naked body that stood like a king full of authority and power in the steamed shower.

I locked the door behind me with my free hand never losing my eye contact with him.

Bradley Rainshaw— sex on legs— stood feet away in the shower with soapy bubbles kissing his hard body. Lucky bubbles. God, to be one of those small bubbles able to soak in his entire being, traveling down every inch of his body.

That’s what I planned to do with my tongue.

Right now.

He ran his hands through his hair and turned my way and smiled.

God, that smile.

Those eyes!

That body.

That cock.

That thick, long, hardened cock had every inch of it covered with my name: Kate, take me. Now.

Bradley

I couldn’t get the sound of her pleasure out of my mind. The moans, the way she had let go and really trusted her body with me. Out in the open when anyone could see us, if they really wanted to, out in the cold, next to the wild waves and quickly falling snow, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

And now things were about to get hotter.

My cock throbbed so hard it ached. I had never been so hard for anyone like this.

Well, sans that video.

Of her.

I ran my fingers through my hair, bubbling anticipation raging through my body. I felt like a wild animal that needed to be tamed. The only hope would be finding my release inside of her tight pussy.

I wanted to take her slowly, make her quiver at my every touch, revel in the feel of every slow thrust, hearing her moan and beg for me to thrust her fast, take her deeper. To tease her with possibility.

But my passion and desire boiled to the danger zone. My skin was on fire for her.

I wanted to ravish her.

I
would
ravish her.

I hoped she would be forgiving of our first time like this. I hope she could understand that a tidal wave of passion greater than any tsunami was rising in me, so strong. I was about to unleash on her like a Tasmanian devil. I was consumed with damn desire. I was possessed. I was gone.

Sorry!

I’d be an angel in the morning, I promise.

My hands rested against the tile as I tried to calm myself down and talk myself out of the “ravaging her” part, but the steam added to my boiling point.

The door slammed. It lifted my hazy, lust-filled, drunken eyes past my open bathroom door straight to her.

There she stood.

She entered my room like every man’s fantasy, with a look of determination. The look of sex. The look I’d been dreaming of for over a decade.

And good Lord her robe dropped at her ankles.

She was like a beautiful statue. Her natural full breasts hung and I wanted to suck her nipples and let my hand trail down to her sweet pussy. Those curves. Her long tumbling hair. She walked toward me and I was transported to another place.

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t compute.

I was gone.

My animal had taken over.