Off Limits: A Stepbrother MMA Romance (28 page)

Standing up, I scooped
her in my arms. She snuggled against me, her eyes fluttering closed
in pure pleasure as she rested against my chest. Looping her hands
around the back of my neck, she nuzzled her face into my shoulder. I
could feel her soft, warm breasts pressed against me. It wouldn’t
be long, now. Just up to my bedroom and I’d peel everything off,
finally see those tits naked and jiggling from the thrusts of my cock
deep up inside of her pussy. I couldn’t wait to hear her scream.

“Tuck,” she
murmured, starting to kiss me at the base of my throat. I growled. We
wouldn’t make it to my room if she started now on the stairs. The
need in me was like nothing I’d ever experienced, so fiery hot I
didn’t know if I could take another step without sinking balls-deep
into her. But I needed to go slow. This was her first time. I needed
to call on every ounce of discipline I had in me and make this good
for her.

Finally at my bedroom,
I kicked open the door, then locked it behind us. I didn’t care
when our parents came home, frankly didn’t give a shit anymore if
they found out about us or what they thought. I just didn’t want
them interrupting us. Nothing was getting between us this time
around. I’d been wanting this for too long, leading up to it for
way too long to have any more delays.

I set her down softly
on the bed. She looked like a fucking dream, one of the hot fantasies
I’d been having every night with her two doors down in her bedroom.
Her flaming red hair spread out around her, her face flushed with
arousal, her lips parted as she looked up at me, shy and hot all at
once. Her soft, creamy thighs parted and stretched out, her pussy lay
bare and glistening, everything exposed in the moonlight flooding in
from my window. I wanted to part her legs, plunge in deep now, hard,
right where I knew she was so wet for me, where she needed it so bad.
But I had to go slow.

“Take off your
shirt,” I commanded, my voice coiled tight.

She looked up at me,
all wide eyes and trust. Bringing her hands to the base of her shirt,
she peeled it up and over her head.

With a groan, I sank
down onto her, taking her tits in my mouth, in my hands, reaching,
grasping, sucking, pulling. I’d never get tired of those breasts,
so large on her petite frame, the nipples so sexy, dark pink against
her pale, creamy skin. She’d come only minutes before, but before
long she was writhing beneath me, moaning and calling out my name.
Her hands up in my hair, pulling at me, pushing me down, going wild
with need. I sucked, then bit down on her sensitive, swollen tips.

“Ah!” she cried
out, arching her tits up into the pain, wanting more from me. I laved
her, circling her nipple with my large tongue, watching her face, her
eyes closed, her mouth open. I wondered if I could make her come just
from playing with her tits? I’d love to try. Some other day.
Tonight, I was going to fuck her.

Bringing a finger down
between her legs, I found her sticky sweetness and stroked, making
her purr.

“Oh, Jewel.” I
worshipped her, stroking, licking, stoking her desire. My cock
strained at my jeans, pulsing, throbbing, ready to pound. Soon, I
told myself. Soon. I’d never had a virgin before, never had a girl
even remotely as inexperienced as Jewel. I needed to make this good
for her, wanted it to be so good for her she begged me for more.

“Tuck.” She brought
her hands up to my shoulders, my biceps, pulling at me, clutching,
needy. “Tuck.”

I knew what she wanted.
I loved seeing her like this. After all these weeks, all this build
up, she was finally naked, writing beneath me, begging for it. I
almost wanted to drag it out, savor it, prolong it and take full
advantage of her final surrender. Almost. But I needed her too much.

“Are you ready for
me, Jewel?” I whispered, hot down at her throat, kissing her there
where I could feel her pulse pounding.

“Yes,” she panted,
eager, overcome with need. “Yes, please.”

Unbuttoning my jeans, I
pulled them off. My dick sprang free, rock hard, a drop of pre-come
pearled at the tip. She looked down at it, transfixed.

“You’re so huge.”
She brought her hand over to my cock, tentative, wondering. I closed
my eyes and let her explore me, let her run her soft fingers over the
crown. I steeled myself, reminding myself to hold back, let her be
curious, even if it killed me. Finding my pre-come, she ran her thumb
over it, then brought it to her mouth. Looking at me, half-lidded,
she touched her pink tongue out to it, then licked it up.

“Mmm,” she moaned,
closing her eyes.

That did it. I cupped
my hand under her ass and brought my knees down between her legs,
spreading her thighs. She opened right up for me, her pink glistening
petals spread out in the moonlight. I brought a finger to her, so
smooth and slick. I knew I’d stretch her and it would hurt, but she
was so wet I should slide right in.

“I’m going to go
slow,” I reassured her as I leaned down, trailing kisses along her
collarbone and her heaving, shivering breasts.

“Tuck!” she moaned.
“I need you.”

Quick, I reached over
into the bedside table and pulled out a condom. I rolled it on me in
a heartbeat, barely taking my eyes off of her. When my cock pressed
against her slick entrance, it felt like paradise, all molten heat,
fitting me like a glove.

“Fuck, you’re so
tight,” I hissed as I began pushing into her, the walls of her
pussy squeezing around my dick, milking it. I closed my eyes and
marshaled my strength. I couldn’t let go and pound her. I couldn’t
come right then like a teenager. Shit, I’d never even lost control
like that when I had been a teenager. Jewel made me crazier than
anyone ever had.

“Does it hurt?” I
asked as I slowly eased in. She was so drenched, so slippery and hot,
it was hard to go slow. She wanted this so much.

“Just… full…”
She panted, her eyes closed, her hands up around my shoulders. “So
full.”

“I’m going to
stretch you, Jewel.” I pushed in, still only about a third inside
of her when I felt her barrier, her virgin resistance. She tensed
under me. “Are you sure?” I whispered, giving her one last chance
to back out. I didn’t even know if I’d have the strength to quit,
but I wanted to hear it from her, needed to hear her say it.

“Yes, please, Tuck.
Please,” she begged me.

I thrust, hard, up and
into her. She gasped and clung to me. Her sex closed around my cock,
hot, wet and tight. I closed my eyes and hissed, easing my way in
further, pushing, filling, stretching her to the limit. Sinking my
head down, I stayed motionless, willing myself to calm the fuck down.
She felt so good, so fucking good. I’d never felt anything like
this soft, hot velvet taking me in.

“Does it hurt?” I
asked, my shaft throbbing inside of her.

“Not anymore,” she
whispered, tilting her hips to take in more of me.

With a groan, slowly,
so slowly, I began sliding out, then in again, plunging into her
heat. I kissed her lips, her throat, listening to her cries and
moans, her heat surrounding me.

“Uh!” she cried
out, working to accommodate me, her legs spread open so wide.

I let myself start
moving, thrusting my hips, drawing my steel length in then out of
her. She moved beneath me, taking me in, meeting my thrusts, wanting
everything I could give her.

Firmly, I cupped both
of her breasts in my hands. She had large tits and they filled my
palms perfectly, as if she were made for me. I looked down at her two
perfect globes and ground into her deeper. She screamed, throwing her
head back in abandon. Keeping my hands there, I flicked my thumbs
over her aroused nipples while I slowly slid into her pussy, then
out, then in again, claiming her. My cock pulsed fiercely against her
tight walls but I held myself back, watching her tremble beneath me.
As I thrust, I licked her, trailing down her neck, down to suck her
nipple hard into my hot mouth.

“Tuck,” she begged
me, her arms tightening around my shoulders. I could feel her orgasm
building, her hips thrusting with abandon against my own. Her thighs
clenched, her hips tilted up, grinding into me.

She wasn’t going to
last much longer. I wasn’t either with her pussy so tight and
perfect, made for me, her moans and noises, seeing the desire in her.
But I had to hold out until she came. I wanted her shattered,
shuddering against me as I pumped deep inside of her.

Small movements, slow
thrusts, I held back, held back, until I could feel her shuddering
around me, quivering and starting to come on my cock.

With a long, strong,
full thrust, I dug in deep, pounding her once, hard like I wanted to,
pushing my length fully into her wet heat. I came instantly, my thick
come exploding out, my cock jerking up inside of her. She opened more
for me, took me all in as she came, clenching her body against mine,
her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she twisted and bucked
underneath me. Straining, pulsing against each other, we called out
until we both shuddered in final release.

Holding her there in my
arms in the dark, I panted and dropped my head down by her side.
Still inside of her, pulsing in her heat, I never wanted to pull out,
never wanted anything but this.

Up on her face, I felt
wetness and looked up, concerned. “Are you crying?”

“No.” She shook her
head and gave a light, shaking laugh as she wiped a tear from the
corner of her eye. “Not like that.”

“Are you OK?”

“Not at all,” she
confirmed. Shit. It hadn’t been good for her. I pulled out and
propped myself up on my elbow, my hand out to cup her face.

“Jewel, I’m so
sorry, I tried not to hurt you.”

“No, it’s not
that—” she started to say.

“Let me help you.”
I ducked out of the room and brought back a warm washcloth. She had
to be hurting. I didn’t know much about virgins, but I did know I
had a monster cock and what she’d felt had to be intense. By her
side again, I brought the cloth to her sex, her inner thighs. I could
see a bit of blood, not too much, as I tended to her.

“Tuck.” She brought
her hand to my forearm. Looking up at me, her eyes shining, a
gorgeous smile radiating over her perfect face, she gushed, “That
was amazing. That felt so good.”

What? She’d liked it?

“I mean,” she
continued, glowing, “I figured it would be good, but I had no
idea!”

Dipping my head down, I
took her lips with my own, licking, sucking her lower lip, tasting
her. “Jewel,” I growled into her. Mine. All mine.

“Oh, Tuck.” She
shuddered and sighed, all soft and pliant warmth by my side, all
woman. Her mouth, soft and sweet, kissing behind my ear, down my
throat, up again, flicking her tongue at my lobe. Then she whispered,
shyly, “Can you do it again?”

Jewel

“What?” I could
tell Tuck’s brain failed to completely process my words, but I
could feel his cock understood what I’d said. It sprang to
attention, hard and ready against my soft thigh.

“I want you again,”
I purred against his chest. His smell, his heat, all male, all raw
power, I hadn’t had nearly enough of it. I didn’t know if I ever
would. With a groan, he brought his huge hands over to my ass and
ground my pelvis against him. Opening my mouth, I licked his chest,
tracing my tongue all over the tattoos I’d admired so many times,
finally able to touch and taste the way I’d always wanted.

“Are you sure?” he
asked, strained, breathing heavy. Look at that, underneath all the
tough guy bravado, he was so concerned about me. He didn’t want to
hurt me. And I was sore, I had to admit. I was sure I’d have
trouble walking tomorrow. But what a way to suffer. That feeling,
when he’d been deep inside of me, stretching me so far and wide I
thought I couldn’t possibly take him all in. I’d think for sure I
had all of him inside me, and then he’d ease in further. It took my
breath away. That last thrust, when he’d let loose and pounded his
full nine inches deep into me, I wanted that again. It was like a
preview, a coming attraction, and I couldn’t wait for the official
release.

Reaching my hand down,
I circled it around his huge, thick cock. He sucked in his breath,
still under my touch. He felt so hot, so hard and so smooth, the tip
so fat. I could still feel the way it had spread me inside as I’d
taken him in. Pulling on him gently, working his length in my hand, I
whispered, “I’m on the pill.”

“What?” His voice
came out raspy, forced, as if breathing and talking were a challenge.

“I’m on the pill,”
I said more loudly, my fingers on his tip, circling, stroking, then
down along his length to hold him again. I explained how I’d gone
on it a couple years ago because my cycles were painful and
irregular, but I didn’t go into much detail. I could tell he wasn’t
listening, couldn’t hear anything past the point when he’d
processed what I was saying. I was protected.

“I’m clean,” he
whispered, his voice strained as he lay there, his shaft in my hands.
“Coach tests us like lab rats. Now I’m glad.” He laughed
briefly before pulling me down onto his chest, his hand at the back
of my neck. He crushed my breasts to his chest. The feel of our
bodies together, my softness mashed against his hardness, it
absolutely melted me.

A hand down to my
pussy, he began stroking me first with one tentative, gentle finger,
then with two as I parted my thighs. I was done pretending, through
fighting this off. Now, I was all in.

“You’re not sore?”
he asked as he dipped a finger up inside of me.

“I’m sore, Tuck,
but I love it.” My voice came out guttural, urgent, and he groaned
at my words. “I want to be sore from your cock.” I trailed kisses
down his chest, to the V of his abdomen, licking the ridges of his
muscles, the ones I’d had to look at but not touch for so many
weeks. Gazing up at him, I brought my nipples down to his chest,
grazing them against him as I begged, “Please fuck me.”