Off Limits: A Stepbrother MMA Romance (30 page)

“Right, right.”
What the hell was she trying to write on my back? “Mush,” I
guessed.

“No,” she swatted
me, then brought her light fingers back to make swirls and lines
against my skin. I took it back. This game wouldn’t last too much
longer.

“Fuck,” I guessed.
No harm saying what was on my mind.

“No.” She laughed.
“Fight.” She dropped her mouth to where her fingers had been and
kissed me, as if she couldn’t keep her mouth off of me. I knew how
that felt. Flipping over, I drew her to me, her breasts splaying out
soft across the hard wall of my chest.

“Fight, huh?” I
took her mouth with my own, hungrily sweeping my tongue into hers,
plundering her. She met me with just as much intensity, kissing me
back, breathless.

Settling her ear over
the beating of my heart, she lay against me and asked, “Do you have
another one coming up?”

“Another what?” All
of the blood in my body was rushing to my hard-on, pounding,
throbbing, needing.

“Another fight.”
Her fingers drifted lazily along my chest. “I know you want to go
pro. How’s that coming along?”

Right, my one and only
goal of the summer. I’d forgotten that. “I have a fight at the
end of the month.”

“So you’ll go pro
after that?”

I shrugged. “You
never know. But I’ll keep at it until it happens.”

“How does it happen?
Do you, like, get invited and sign papers or something?”

“There’s a bunch of
moving parts, promoters and coaches and sponsors. There’s a bunch
of clubs, too, but I want the UFC. Some of the smaller ones, you’re
nothing but a piece of meat. I want the best match-ups against the
best guys out there, the best training. I want to see what I can do.
I need to do this right.”

“You’re amazing.”
She sighed, draping herself fully across my body, and man did she
make me feel it. “Your dad would rather you play golf,” she
added, surprising me.

I gave a dry laugh.
“Yeah.”

“Or tennis.”

“Crew,” I offered
another preppy, country club sport.

“Polo.” We both
laughed. “When did you first get into fighting?” she asked.

I shrugged again,
stroking her long, silky hair. “I can’t remember a time when I
wasn’t into it.” Some of my earliest memories revolved around
fighting. “We used to have a housekeeper who had a little boy a few
years older than me,” I found myself reminiscing. “He and I would
wrestle and play sword-fighting with sticks we found in the yard.”

“That sounds like
fun.” I could feel her smile against my chest.

“Yeah,” I agreed.
“Then my father fired her. Said she wasn’t doing a good job. I
think he thought her son was a bad influence on me.”

We lay together,
caressing, stroking, not needing to say anything. She got me, she got
my father, in a way no one ever had.

“You’re about to go
back to school,” I finally said. I didn’t mean to say it, it
simply came out. It was on my mind a good deal, though I didn’t
know what to do about it.

“I don’t want to
think about that,” she quickly replied.

“You don’t want to
go?”

“I don’t know what
I want,” she whispered, sounding small and slightly sad.

“I know what you
want,” I nuzzled her and brought a large hand down to pull gently
on her nipple, just a soft tug, a whisper of what I could do to her.
She responded, her nipple stiffening under my fingers, her lips
parting. “You want this.” I teased her nipple softly, brushing it
lightly with my fingers. She was so fun to torment. She liked it
rough. Soft and sweet just got her frustrated. She wanted me to claim
her like an animal.

Whining, she pressed
her breast into my hand. I wouldn’t give it to her. I liked
watching her pant, agitated, her ribs standing out under her full,
lush tits, her breathing growing labored. So soft, so gentle, I
stroked her. Until I didn’t, pressing my finger and thumb together,
I pinched her tender nipple hard, rolling it, merciless.

“Ah!” she groaned,
shuddering, biting down on her lip with the pain and pleasure lapping
right behind it. I bent down to take her nipple into my mouth,
licking it lightly, sucking it and she shuddered. I decided it was
time to get the answer to my question: could I make Jewel come just
from playing with her tits?

I turned her over,
making her lie outstretched along me, her back pressed against my
front.

“Bring your hands up
to my shoulders,” I ordered. She dutifully stretched up her arms,
cupping my broad shoulders, leaving her tits naked and exposed, up
for my pleasure in the moonlight. “Keep them there,” I commanded.

Hands on her tits,
cupping, stroking, pulling, I worked her. I pinched her nipples when
she was begging for it, hurting her sensitive tips for a second until
she gasped and quivered and then I let go, sweet and caressing again.
My cock pressed hard into her ass cheeks, fit into the crevice right
between them, and she started pressing her buttocks back into me,
rhythmic, moving her hips and pelvis. Her pussy got so wet her juices
started seeping out, lubricating my shaft as it moved in and out
between her ass cheeks.

“Ah!” She arched
under my hands, pressing her breasts into my palms, keeping her hands
up at my shoulders like I’d told her. “Tuck!” She moved her ass
over my cock, wiggling, thrusting.

“Do you want to come,
Jewel?” I asked her, low and husky in her ear. She started to pant,
eyes closed.

“Open your eyes. I
want you to watch me play with your tits.” She opened them as I’d
instructed, looking down at my huge hands on her creamy, pale, soft
mounds. I teased her aching, throbbing nipples as she thrust them up,
begging for more.

“I’m going to pinch
your nipples, Jewel,” I told her and she whimpered in anticipation,
her breath coming in short, jagged puffs. “I know you need that,”
I said, coaxing her, “don’t you?”

“Yes,” she cried
out, humping my cock with her ass, the lube from her pussy making it
slick.

“You want me to pinch
your nipples hard, baby?”

“Yes,” she moaned,
so close.

“When I do it, are
you going to come for me?”

“Ah! Oh!” She
needed it so badly, was nearly insane with it, right on the brink.

I brought my thick,
calloused fingers down to her pointed, sensitive tips and squeezed,
pinching them hard, pulling on them. “Come,” I growled in her ear
and she did as she was told, pumping my cock furiously with the crack
of her ass while she orgasmed, mewling and bucking and writhing
against me. We didn’t get to sleep for a long time after that.

§

Friday I got home on
the later side, around seven o’clock though it was still light out,
the first week of August. A promoter had been at the gym talking to
me about the business side of things. He said I needed a bigger
social media presence, and I had no problem with that, that would
come easy. Some of the guys I was meeting talked to me about the
business side of things like I didn’t know what it entailed, like I
didn’t understand what it meant to create your own brand. Or like I
didn’t have a head for numbers.

I guessed some of the
fighters they dealt with didn’t. But with me, most of my failure in
school had been the result of my deliberate choice not to succeed.
Now, I was motivated. It wasn’t about getting an A to please my
father. This was my shot, my chance to prove myself. I was going to
do this.

When I got home, Jewel
was out doing yoga by the pool. She’d missed her morning session
today because I’d had my cock up in her until she’d had to run
out the door to work. I stood in the kitchen and watched her move, so
fluid, so graceful and flexible. In a week I wouldn’t see her do
that anymore.

Jogging up to my room,
I grabbed something out of my closet. I had something I wanted to try
with Jewel. After all, I needed to make the most of our time
together. Back down in the kitchen, I slid open the glass door and
stepped out into the yard. Candice and Leland were there, bickering
poolside. She seemed pretty lit. Just because you were wearing
expensive clothes and lounging poolside didn’t mean you weren’t a
stinking drunk. My mother had taught me that.

My father looked up.
His main interest saving face, as usual, he stepped away from
Candice. “How’s that internship, boy?”

“Great, Pop.” I had
no problem lying to him.

“They’re going easy
on you. Letting you see daylight. You’re even able to get in a
workout.”

“You know how it is,
summer time.”

He turned back to
Candice and helped her up, supporting her weight as they walked in
the house. Trouble in paradise. That was their problem.

All my interest was
targeted on the girl over on the yoga mat, flowing through yoga poses
in a tiny little jogging bra and fitted shorts. I sat on a lounger
and watched her move, my cock hardening with every stretch, every
twist, every arch.

Finally, she finished,
sitting cross-legged and looking up at me with a smile, her auburn
hair spilling out of a loose ponytail, cascading in tendrils around
her face.

“Pool house,” I
mouthed to her, my eyes heavy and hot. I walked over to it, leaving
the door open. A minute or two later, she followed.

I had her up against
the wall in seconds, trapping her there with my huge body. Grasping
her wrists in my hands, I roughly pulled them up over her head. I
took the tie I’d grabbed from my closet and bound her wrists
together, tight. She gasped as I did it, eyes round and wide. There
was a hook on the wall for hanging pool supplies. I brought her over
and bound her to it.

“What are you doing?”
she asked, looking a little nervous, twisting against the restraints.
“What if our parents saw us come in here?”

“I’ve tied you up,
Jewel.” I loved the look of her standing there, breathing hard,
bound, with her hands up over her head. She’d evaded me for so
long, avoiding, denying. Now I had her exactly where I wanted her,
helpless and vulnerable. “Now I can do anything I want with you,”
I murmured, low and wicked, stroking her upstretched arms. She
shivered at my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

I found a pair of
garden shears and brought them over to her. In a quick, strong motion
I cut her bra off of her. Her tits spilled out, jiggling as she
gasped. “Tuck!” She couldn’t bring her hands up to cover
herself. She was tied there for my pleasure.

I threw the shears to
the side, thrust my hands down the waistband of her shorts and yanked
them off. Even better, now she stood completely naked, stripped down
for me, my shy, bookish stepsister, quivering with nervous
anticipation and arousal.

“I could play with
you all night,” I teased her, still not touching, just admiring her
vulnerability, her curves. She pulled against her bound hands,
writhing there for me against the wall.

Dipping down with just
one finger, I parted her thighs and pushed inside her glistening
pussy. “Be a good girl, Jewel,” I admonished her as her lips
parted. She started to pant and moan as I moved my finger, slowly, in
and out of her quivering slit.

“You can’t scream,”
I continued. “No matter what I do. You don’t want to get caught.”
I stroked her and watched every emotion flickering across her
beautiful face. Then I knelt down to suck and lick, teething her
swollen clit. She came fast and hard, her hands bound up over her
head, trapped and all mine for the taking, again and again. I
couldn’t get enough.

As long as I kept her
there, captive, quivering and moaning and shuddering at my touch,
neither of us would have to think about anything else. We wouldn’t
have to think about reality, our parents, our futures. We wouldn’t
consider what a fragile house of cards we’d built together and how
quickly, how easily it could all collapse with just one false move.

Jewel

It was our last week
together. I felt like a drunk, but that wasn’t it. I didn’t have
enough experience with drugs to know what to compare it to. Speed?
Crack? Something that amped me up, kept me awake at night, sped up my
heartbeat and made me not care about anything else. Reckless. Wild.
Taking chances.

We’d had so many
close calls, sharing a house with our parents while we went at it,
leaving no corner, no counter, no wall unclaimed. The house was big,
but not that big, and I couldn’t believe we hadn’t been caught.
I’d never been so wild in my life, but even as I frightened myself
I became more bold. Every hit just made me crave another. I couldn’t
get enough of him.

We only had seven days
left. My internship ended on Friday. I had a plane flight back to
Massachusetts on Saturday. I’d bought the return trip back when I
couldn’t wait for the summer to end. I’d thought I’d never make
it through, that every day would be painful. Now I felt pain over it
ending so soon. My heart clenched when I thought about not seeing
Tuck, flying thousands of miles away. How could I go a day without
tasting him? His skin against my skin, mingling our scents, our heat?

I could barely remember
how I’d felt about him at first. Sure, I’d thought he was hot
since the second I’d first laid eyes on him, but I’d dismissed
him as a spoiled brat. I’d thought he was nothing more than a
player, not worth my time. During the summer when I’d seen the
changes in him, direct evidence every day of his character, how hard
he worked, the discipline, the self-control, the brute strength, my
lust had spiked. With animal attraction, every feminine fiber of my
being had responded to his driving, pounding maleness. I’d craved
being around him. But now it was becoming even more than that.

It wasn’t just the
mind-bending, body-shattering, toe-curling orgasms he gave me over
and over again. Those were addictive, don’t get me wrong, but it
was all of him. His flash of humor when I’d least expect it,
teasing me, making an observation only I would understand. His brief
moments of vulnerability, a look in his eyes, the way he held me as
if he never wanted to let me go. I’d never expected him to be so
observant, so intuitive. I let myself go completely around him, in
every way imaginable. He’d broken down my defenses, every one,
physical, emotional. And it felt incredible.