Off Limits: A Stepbrother MMA Romance (26 page)

“Morning!” Jewel
spoke up brightly. “I was over doing some laundry and thought I’d
get a glass of water. Don’t mind me.”

The laundry room was
around the corner. She’d probably heard us talking.

“We have people to
take care of that, Jewel,” my father reprimanded her. “You don’t
have to spend your weekend slaving away.”

“I like doing my own
laundry,” she retorted, still sweet. Maybe only I heard the edge. I
fucking loved that girl.

Glancing at me, she
asked, “How far did you run today, Tuck?”

“Ten.”

“That’s amazing.”
She filled up her water glass at the kitchen sink. “Isn’t that
amazing?” she asked my father as she sauntered past us again back
to the laundry room. “I am so impressed by anyone who wakes up
early on a Saturday morning and goes for a run, let alone ten miles!”

My father poured
himself a cup of coffee and left the room without another word.

I headed for the
laundry room and closed the door behind me.

“He really pisses me
off,” Jewel said, her eyes flashing in anger as she glanced at me
over her shoulder and continued forcefully stuffing a handful of
clothes into the washing machine. “Why does he launch into you like
that? I’d like to see him run ten miles.”

In an instant, I
pressed my body against her, my groin against her soft ass. Dropping
the clothes she held in her hands, she gripped the edge of the
countertop. My cock stood out hard and long, pressing against my
nylon shorts and I ground it into her ass. She gasped, arching her
lower back slightly and I felt her pushing back, mashing her plush
ass cheeks into my shaft.

Lowering my head to her
neck, I found her bare flesh and first just breathed on her, watching
how she responded to that alone, her nipples tightening up and her
breathing growing jagged. Then I licked, slow and long, exploring her
skin. Like an animal marking its mate, I sucked her as she quivered
against me, my cock pressed against her. Then I bit.

“Tuck,” she hissed,
her knuckles going white as she gripped the counter tight. Licking,
sucking, I didn’t stop, I lapped her up, driven on by the noises
she made as I staked my claim. She arched her neck back, making
herself vulnerable, yearning for my assault, her instinct to submit
as prey to my predator.

“Tuck,” she tried
again, trying to shake off this lust between us, the power of its
grip on both of us heavy. “My mother’s in the other room!”

“Then you’d better
keep quiet when I do this.” Reaching down the wide neck of her
t-shirt, I took her nipple between my fingers and rolled it, giving
it some pressure as she panted.

“Quiet now,” I
whispered against her ear as I pinched her sensitive tip. She groaned
soft with need, pressing her ass into my solid length.

“Tuck.” My name on
her lips came out huskier this time.

“Yes, Jewel?” I
asked, low and dangerous as I continued toying with her breasts, both
of my large hands now on her bare tits, cupping, kneading, stroking
as she came alive underneath me, shaking, moaning. “Was there
something you wanted to say to me?”

Before she could answer
I tweaked both of her nipples, hard, and sank my mouth down on the
sensitive flesh underneath her chin.

“Ah!” she cried
out, letting her head fall back in surrender onto my chest, giving me
access, asking for more with all of her needy body.

“Do you know what
I’ve been thinking about all week, Jewel?” I whispered hot
against her skin, licking, blowing on the wetness to make her shiver,
then sucking. I circled her small waist with my hands. She fit so
good in my grasp, made for me, so curvy and still so slender. She
felt so feminine and warm, all softness, yielding, pliant for my body
driving down on her.

Grasping her upper
thigh, I shoved her back against me, grinding her ass into my steel
length. She gripped the countertop, her eyes closed in pleasure.

“I’ve been thinking
about your lips around my cock.” She moaned in response and licked
her lips as if remembering how I’d felt as I’d fucked her mouth.
“You took me in deep, baby. Swallowed all of my come.”

She gasped at my dirty
words, my naming it out loud. I loved the contrast in her, the
innocence mixed with the sensuality. She’d been a good girl all her
life, but deep down she was nasty. She just needed me to bring it
out.

My fingers started
bunching up the fabric of her long, flowing skirt, pulling it up,
exposing her to me. She panted, eyes closed, as I brought my hand to
her panties, cupping my hand full around her sex, grabbing it and
pulling her rough against me.

“You’re wet for me,
Jewel,” I whispered in her ear, my fingers stroking the soaking
fabric of her panties. “Like you got wet sucking my cock.” My
thumb found her clit and even through the lacy satin I could stroke
it she was so drenched. I began to flick and stroke in rhythm. “Did
you like sucking my cock?”

“Yes,” she exhaled,
always so happy to please me, needing so much to confess her
naughtiness. I’d be happy to give her an outlet for all of that.

“Yes, you did, you
little slut.” As I called her a slut I pressed hard on her clit.
She nearly came. She liked me talking dirty. I moved my fingers away,
keeping her orgasm close but not letting her have it, not yet. I knew
her body well even in the short amount of time I’d been able to
touch her. I could read her perfectly. She didn’t get to come yet.
I needed her to anticipate tonight as much as I did.

“You know what else
you’re going to like?” Back to stroking her folds, I denied her
clit and she whimpered in protest. I pinched her nipple, rolling it
and she sucked in her breath, so needy, so desperate for more, just
how I wanted her. “You’re going to like it when I fuck you,
Jewel.”

She moaned against me
like she’d been waiting to hear those words, waiting and wanting.
She wanted me to take her. I could do it right now, up against the
counter in the laundry room. I could bend her over, pushing her chest
down onto the cold granite. I’d love to see her tits mashed against
it, know the stone felt cold on her nipples. She’d love it, the
cold sensation, the feel of my hand keeping her held down as I parted
her sweet, soaking wet petals and pushed my thick, huge shaft full
into her in one, long stroke.

But that was for
tonight. Tonight, I’d take her. I’d fuck her fast and hard all
night long, sweaty and wild until she didn’t even remember her own
name. But she was a virgin. The first time, I wanted it to be right
for her. The first time, I’d lie her down on a soft bed, work her
up until she was panting and parted for me, begging for my cock. Then
I’d ease into her slow, making it good for her. I knew I’d
stretch her. I knew it would have to hurt, she’d be so tight. But
I’d turn that pain into pleasure, make it so she’d never wanted
anything so much in her entire life as me pounding into her, deep.

Pushing a finger up
into her slick, tight hole, I whispered into her ear, “Tonight,
Red, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Oh, yes,” she
moaned deep and needy, her head dropping down, her legs spread wide
as I worked her pussy.

“Have you been
thinking about that, Jewel? What it will feel like to take me inside?
All of me?”

She moaned again and
shuddered, my finger up inside of her, stroking. “Yes,” she
admitted.

“Do you want me to
make you come right now, Jewel?” I asked, teasing her, stroking her
exactly how she liked it. I could feel the tension building in her,
the tremors growing inside, the way she clenched her thighs and ass,
the way her need threatened to consume her.

“Please,” she
whispered, clutching the counter. “Please,” she begged.

“We might get
caught,” I murmured in her ear, repeating her words back. She was
past the point of caring and I wanted to make her aware of it, her
abandon, how impossible this was to resist. “You’re being so
naughty, Jewel. You’re a bad girl, wanting to come so bad.”

She was panting and
whining now, bucking into my hand, her juices dripping down around my
fingers.

I grabbed her soaking,
quivering slit in my hand and pushed two fingers up inside of her. “I
can't wait to come in this pussy.”

“Ah… Ah!” she
cried out, mewling and so close to coming I could almost taste it.

“No coming yet,
Jewel,” I tormented her and she whimpered in protest. “But
tonight I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock. I think
you're going to come right when I enter you and you feel me
stretching your pussy wide. You’re going to take all of me in.
Every inch.”

“Uh…I…” I loved
it when words got hard for her, the straight-A kid with no
vocabulary, reduced to grunts like an animal in heat.

My voice harsh, giving
her instructions, I commanded, “I want you to think about that all
day, Jewel. Think about my cock sliding in. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes,” she moaned,
panting, wanting me to make her promise, wild to do anything I asked.

Abruptly, I pulled back
and took my hands off her. With a sudden, firm yank, I ripped her
panties right off of her.

“Tuck!” Jewel
exclaimed in shock, turning toward me, shivering and now naked under
her skirt.

I brought the soaked
lace and satin up to my face to smell her sweet musky scent. I’d
never get enough. Drawing my tongue right up the middle of her
panties where she’d left her juices, I savored her taste. Jewel
watched me, transfixed by my lust mixing with hers. Then I balled
them up in my fist so I could take them with me and keep them with me
all day.

Looking deep in her
eyes, I told her, “I’m going to take my time with you tonight.
I’m going to take you slow, make your first time right. Then I’m
going to fuck you like an animal. I’m going to pump my cock up
inside of you all night and you’re going to take me again and again
and again.”

I left her there
flushed, nipples hard, hands gripping the counter behind her, lips
open and panting.

§

That night she went out
to the movies, slipped out of the house like a ghost. I found out
about it from her mom. I came home from the gym and she mentioned it,
light, “Jewel’s at the movies. Your father and I are off to a
party.” Of course Jewel had gone out. To a fucking movie, probably
with Mike.

Our parents were headed
to exactly the kind of party they liked, VIPs, celebrities, they’d
milk it for all it was worth. They’d be out all night.

What a fucking joke.

Jax and a couple other
guys at the gym liked a bar nearby, a divvy place with none of the
glitz and glam of the places I used to frequent. It suited me fine. I
was in no mood for small talk anyway. Good thing, these guys didn’t
do chit chat. They drank, they played pool, they threw darts and they
hit on women. Simple as that.

I did the first thing
on the list, and not that much. Former me would have gone for it,
soaked myself in the hard stuff, let everything slip away into a warm
haze. So what if I didn’t remember the next day? I was Tucker
Fucking Leland Helmsworth the third.

Only that wasn’t me
anymore. Somewhere along the line I’d gone from trying to change to
changing. I was a fighter now, through and through. Committed,
dedicated. I wouldn’t do that to my body, wouldn’t fuck up my
shot, so close to me now I could feel it coming into my hands.

As for the rest of it,
the games and the girls, I wasn’t interested. I never thought I’d
say it and mean it, but there was only one woman who held my
interest. No one else would do.

“Hey, sexy.” A
busty woman with cherry red lipstick came to sit down next to me in
our booth. A couple of the other guys answered her though she’d
been looking right at me.

“Haven’t seen you
here before.” She ran a hand along my bicep, clearly liking what
she saw.

“Nope.” I took a
sip of my beer.

“You like to play?”
She had the small waist and huge tits I liked, the curves that could
take a hard fuck all night long. It wasn’t that I didn’t like
what I saw, I just didn’t want it. New for me.

“Not tonight,” I
growled.

“He’s got a girl,”
Jax informed her. “But this guy’s free.” He pointed at one of
his buddies, turning her attentions in a more welcome direction.

I had a girl. Ha. Where
the fuck was she? Jewel belonged to me. I felt it in my bones. This
thing between us might have started as a game, messing with the
repressed virgin I’d been stuck with as a stepsister. The fact that
she was smoking hot had just been icing on the cake.

But somewhere along the
line it had changed, become much more. The sounds she made, the way
she smelled, her skin so soft and creamy. On some girls pale looked
sickly, like a vampire in L.A., but Jewel looked like her name—a
rare beauty. There was something classical in her looks, the red
sweep of her hair. The dark pink of her nipples. The perfect sweet
lips of her pussy, spread for me, wet and quivering as she bucked
into my face needing more.

No one else would do.

I slammed down my beer
bottle, not even done with it. But I was done with it. I was headed
home. And I was headed for Jewel.

Jewel

Saturday night when I
got home he wasn’t there. Flooded with disappointment, I kicked
myself for being so stupid. I should be glad he wasn’t there. I
should be relieved. I’d gone out to a movie with the express
purpose of avoiding him. Our parents would be out practically all
night at some huge party. I couldn’t be in the house with just him.

He’d been like an
animal all week, stalking me, watching me, torturing me. Making me
wet. The heated way he looked at me, touching me with raw power and
lust. He frightened me. But even more terrifying was the intensity of
my response. He turned me into an animal, driven, reckless, needing
one thing and one thing only.