Hooked: A Stepbrother Romance (17 page)

I wanted relief from the age-old pressure in my head and in my groin.

I wanted to feel her squirm below me, my thickness filling her completely.

I wanted a lover who would still look like her when the lights were on.

I wanted to feel her.

I
wanted
her.

My hand ran up the curves of her leg and hip, grabbing her backside as she moaned into my mouth. She felt delicious in my arms as I was able, finally, to claim full access to the body that had been taunting me for my entire adult life.

I circled her body with my hand, moving forward to unbutton her shorts. Once they were loose, I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her from the counter, allowing them to fall loose as she moaned wildly against my lips.

It was the last encouragement I needed.

Setting her back onto the counter, my hand sneaked its way between her legs. My fingers grazed over her silk panties before burrowing beneath the elastic barrier that held them in place. I made contact with her delicate flesh, discovering her secrets. She was warm and wet, more than ready, and I could see the trembling in her eyes as our tongues entwined together.

Stroking along the moist curves, I caressed her hidden bundle of nerves and sent electric spasms across her body. Her lips broke contact with mine as she tossed her head back, moaning in a low sultry voice that ran along my spine, from my head to my cock. Leaning forward, I moved my mouth down to the delicate expanse of her neck, even as my fingers continued to explore the seam of her sex.

“Simon, please…” she whispered as I brushed along her collarbone, nibbling and tickling with the emergent stubble that had grown since this afternoon.

“What do you want?” I asked heavily.

“
I don’t know
,” she said softly, her words rushed and just barely audible over the sound of my racing heart.

“Speak up,” I insisted, sliding the very tip of my finger deeper into her waiting sex for an instant before pulling back out.

“You,” she said with a moan. “I want you, Simon.”

Slipping my finger inside once more, her nails dug into my back as her body spasmed uncontrollably. I plunged another forward, and I could feel her warm and wet walls pulsating all around me as I teased around her most sensitive area with my thumb. When I grazed over it a moment later, she lowered her face into my shoulder and half-moaned, half-sobbed.

“Look at me, Emilia,” I instructed. She raised her head and stared into my eyes, her expression conveying just as much lust and yearning as I felt. I lowered my mouth onto hers, stroking her tongue in rhythm with my thumb tracing circles around her clit. Her soft moans resonated into my soul, my whole body rocking with shivers.

As much as I wanted to let go completely, I couldn’t. The desperate, almost-haunted look on her face gave me pause, and I hated myself as I broke our kiss and lifted my head from her invitingly warm lips.

“Are we making a terrible mistake here, Em?” I asked, screaming at myself in frustration as I spoke. Her eyes scanned my face with an air of intense shock, and I could feel the sexual tension trickling from her body just as fast as it had come upon us.
 

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to call Robert ‘dad.’

But, at least he’s making an effort now, and it’s not like I can get another one.

I promised him I’d try to visit for Christmas, and I did try.

I sat in my car for two hours, wishing I’d brought some vodka or something.

Then she pulled in, and I knew it was all a terrible mistake.

Maybe next year.

“Tell me that was a bad joke,” I said, my dry throat struggling to form the words. My brain was thick and foggy, making it hard to focus. I had misheard him. It was the only explanation.

How could he be thinking of stopping
now
?

How could he be
thinking
at all?

I sure wasn’t.

“Our past is painful enough, is this going to make things harder for you?” he explained, and I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to control his breathing. I looked up at him, trying to think past the hurt that had seized my heart suddenly.

The desperate, haunted look on his face spoke volumes. This was a man who was striving to make amends, not a callous bastard intent on taking what he wanted. And he
did
want me, I realized, feeling the rock-hard outline of his cock pressing into my stomach just as it had on the dance floor.

I took a deep breath, the fear of betrayal and rejection draining from my body in an instant.

“If you stop now,” I explained very slowly, placing my hand behind the nape of his neck and gently pulling as I spoke. “I am not responsible for your safety around me.”

Simon chuckled, his face lighting up even as I dragged him back down onto my mouth.

His fingers stayed inside of me, sliding back and forth gently while he caressed my clit with a steady, consistent rhythm. I put a hand on the bulge of his cock, reveling in the thickness and length that I could feel beneath the fabric. Within seconds, all coherent thought threatened to flee from my mind as he skillfully worked me towards an intense climax.

“Don’t, not yet. I need you inside of me first. I need to belong to you,” I whimpered. I wasn’t sure where the feeling had come from, but it was too overwhelming to ignore. His eyes darkened as he pulled me off the counter, my knees immediately buckling and sending me crashing into his solid chest.

I was panting as he withdrew long enough to pull my panties down, sending them to the floor. Steadying me back against the counter, he removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants, allowing them to fall freely. I looked down to see the head of his cock peeking out of the side of his underwear, the length of his manhood unable to be contained.

Hungrily, I yanked the garment off, and just like that we were both half naked.

The good half.

His cock was gloriously large, sending a shiver of anticipation throughout my body as I wondered how it would feel pushing into me. He was hard, impossibly hard, with the veins that ran down his length looking as if they were going to pop out from the strain. I reached down and caressed it with my fingers, feeling him shudder. Behind me, I heard his free hand slamming onto the counter for support.

“I’ve been wanting you for so long that you could make me come by
breathing
on my cock,” he said heavily. “Go slow, or I won’t be able to hold on for very long.”

A perverse urge to test his theory ran through me, but I couldn’t bring myself to letting go of his beautiful rod. It stayed in my hand, skin shifting beneath my palm as I stroked up and down. He moaned, his hand flying from the counter and onto my ass as he fondled me with a low growl.

An instant later I was in his arms, and he once again sat me onto the counter. He took a step back, pulling free from my grasp on his shaft, and I looked at him with pouty eyes. Before I could ask what the idea was, he bent down to his pants and pulled something from his pocket.

The only thing sexier than Simon Ferguson holding a condom is watching Simon Ferguson struggling to open a condom, his fingers still slick with my excitement. I spread my legs open a little, watching with rapt fascination as his eyes shot between me and the wrapper. Eventually, his powerful hands got a grip on the slippery foil, pulling the protection free from its insidious packaging.

Working the thin silicone membrane down his erection, he positioned himself directly in front of me. I trembled, barely able to wait to feel him inside of me. Scooting forward a little, I reached down and lewdly held my lips open for him.

“God, look at you Emilia,” he said, his voice so deep and raspy that it was almost unrecognizable.

With that, he placed himself at my entrance and, not breaking eye contact for a second, he began to fill me with his girth. He moved slowly, giving me time to acclimate to his size even as I struggled not to bounce off the counter and impale myself on his full length.

He continued to slide forward, stretching me inch by inch. Even before he had gone all the way in, I was already more filled than ever I’d been in my life.

More filled, and more fulfilled. Ecstasy gripped my soul, blood rushing to my head and happiness singing in my ears.

Finally, I was his.

Today, I made the national team.

Today, she graduated.

Funny coincidence.

Funny that I’m almost happier for her than I am for me.

I wish I could congratulate her, or tell her my news.