Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (17 page)

And then it hit, like a supernova of epic proportions and my cock exploded.

Hearing me cry out, Carly greedily brought her mouth around my head while I dispensed shot after shot of thick cream in her mouth.

I shuddered as powerful convulsions rocked my body, feeling my balls and cock contract violently. All the while, Carly held her mouth on my head, squeezing my shaft.

Gradually, the contractions got less and less until it stopped. Carly pulled away, making a slight face before grabbing a few kleenex and spitting.

“Fuck,” I said, when the last vestiges of orgasm left my body. “That was fucking amazing.”

Carly grinned at me, her lips wet.

“You bad girl, you took every drop,” I accused, amazed that she’d been so naughty.

“Yep, I sure did,” Carly agreed proudly. Then she made a face. “Maybe one day I’ll be able to swallow. You haven’t quite made me that dirty yet.”

“Shit. Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me. Just don’t go telling anyone that your stepbrother is turning you into a dirty little slut, you hear?”

“Soon to be ex-stepbrother,” she corrected me, “thank you very much.” She winked at me. “It might be funny to tell your dad for being such an asshole though.”

“Now that shit ain’t funny.”

Carly slapped me playfully on the thigh, coming dangerously close to smacking my balls. “You know I’m just playing. Be right back.”

She began to scoot off of the bed then, but I grabbed her by the arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” I growled.

Carly glanced over at the bathroom. “Um, to wash my mouth out.”

I shook my head. “That’ll have to wait.” I nodded at my half hard dick. I’d only need another minute or two. “That has some unfinished business with you.”

Before she could protest, I pulled her onto the bed with me and locked lips with her. I didn’t even care that she had just let me come in her mouth. I wanted her too damn bad.

After I was done, I pulled away, leaving her breathless.

“Jesus!” she gasped, “Can a girl get some mercy over here—”

I grabbed her shirt and jerked it off, along with her bra, and then flipped her over on her stomach, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her lips.

Growling, I deftly pulled off her skirt and panties and tossed them onto the floor, leaving her lying butt naked in front of me.

Carly panted breathlessly, impressed. I could tell she wanted me to take her badly, her body trembling with need and goosebumps all over her flesh.

“On your hands and knees,” I commanded her.

Slowly, she lifted herself off the bed onto her hands and knees.

“Lift your ass into the air,” I ordered, admiring the perfection of her body. The sight of her beautiful pussy between her legs made my already hard dick even more firm.

Looking back at me with sultry eyes, Carly did as I commanded.

She’s fucking testing me looking at me like that
, I thought lustfully.

Sucking in a deep breath, I knelt forward and buried my face between her ass cheeks, lashing my tongue against her wet pussy.

“Oh God!” Carly cried out immediately.

Hungrily, I lapped up her sweet juices and at the same time, I stroked my cock, prepping it.

“Keep going!” Carly cried, her ass cheeks wobbling in my face. “I’m already so close!”

I licked once or twice more, but then I pulled back.

“What the fuck?” she complained. “I was almost there!”

“I was just getting you wet,” I explained, standing up on the bed, causing it to creak and the mattress to lower.

“I was already soaking wet!”

I almost laughed at the chagrin in Carly’s voice. “I know, but just making sure so I don’t have to be as gentle,” I growled.

Carly became quiet at that and she shuddered. I could tell she wanted me inside of her.

I crouched down, causing the bed to creak, ready to mount her and plunge my cock deep inside, but then paused. I didn’t have a condom. But did I really need it? Carly hadn’t told me if she was on the pill or not, but it didn’t matter to me. I wanted to feel what it would be like inside of her without it.

Carly sensed my hesitation.

“Do it,” she moaned, sticking her ass into the air as high as it would go, her limbs trembling with need. “I don’t care.”

“You sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

I bent down and mounted her, pressing my cock head against her pussy. Her lips parted like the red sea, my cock gliding inside of her canal with ease, slick from her juices.

I groaned as I went deep. The sensation felt absolutely incredible — so natural, like this was where I belonged. I never wanted it to end, and I hadn’t even started fucking her yet.

“Fuck baby,” I groaned, feeling her walls clench around my dick. She was so tight I had to make an effort to keep my cock from popping back out. “You feel incredible.”

A pleasured cry ripped from Carly's lips in response as she felt my cock hit a certain spot, her body quavering beneath me.

“Oh my God!” she gasped. “Your cock feels so fucking big inside of me.”

“You like it, don’t you?” I asked, my voice strained from how tight she felt.

“Y-y-yes! Fuck me, please!”

Happy to oblige, I slowly began thrusting with deep, slow strokes, allowing her to adjust to my size. Each time I went deep, I got pushback from her tight walls, but slowly they gave way to my girth.

Grabbing her breasts in each of my hands, I slowly began to pick up speed, my balls slapping up against her, the bed creaking loudly and the headboard banging against the wall like a war drum.

I knew whoever was in the adjacent room was probably pissed, but I didn’t give a shit.

Carly cried out with each thrust, and I grunted as our flesh smacked against each other. Sweat beaded my forehead, ran down the side of my face, and dropped onto her back as I used every muscle in my hips to pummel her.

Faster and faster I went, squeezing her tits while I thrust home.

“Ohh!” she cried, arching her back in pleasure at the intense sensation of feeling my massive cock plowing her insides, my efforts making the bed rock like a boat in a storm. “Harder!”

The creaking of the bed mixed in with the loud banging of the headboard as I slammed my hard body against her ass furiously, my breath coming out in sharp panting sounds.

I couldn’t take much more, the fire in my loins was spreading out through my stomach and then my entire body. My vision began to swim, the room around me going topsy-turvy.

“Are you ready for me baby?” I croaked.

Carly was gripping the bed lining tightly and I could see every muscle in her back. I could feel her walls tightening so hard around my cock. She was trying to hold the explosive climax at bay, wanting to come at the same time as her man, but was rapidly losing the battle.

A cry of joy ripped from her throat as she exploded with ecstasy, almost going into uncontrollable convulsions as I pounded her, fighting to hold back my own orgasm.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she yelled. “I’ve been ready for it for a long time!”

I grinned, and a few thrusts later, I let go.

A raw, shout of triumph escaped my lips as I exploded inside of her.

I
awoke with a start
. The room was dark, the blinds closed. I could barely make out anything and had no idea how long I slept.

Moaning with pleasure, I reached out next to me, to feel his strong muscular body, but all I felt was . . . an empty bed.

Oh no. Not again.

My heart pounding, I began to roll out of the bed when I heard a chuckle from somewhere nearby and froze.

“Looking for me?” I heard a click and then light from a lamp flooded the room. Mason, who was garbed only in his boxers, was seated near the window at a small table, staring at me.

“What the hell are you doing over there?” I demanded. I was suddenly aware that I was still naked, and Mason seemed to be taking delight in staring at my breasts, but I didn’t care. He’d seen every part of me now anyway, and would hopefully be seeing it for the rest of his life.

“I was just staring at your beautiful face,” he explained.

I made a face. “In the dark? And from way over there?”

“I,” he brought a fist to his lips and coughed. “Woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

I looked around, stretching my arms above my head and yawned. “What time is it?” It felt like I’d slept forever.

Mason glanced out the window. “Around 6 am.”

I grimaced. “Shit. I had no idea I slept that long.”

“That’s what happens when I unleash the Razor.”

I snorted. “Pfft. Give me a week and it will be you who’s dead tired when we’re done.”

Mason’s eyes sparkled with challenge. “I’m going to make sure to hold you to that.”

I yawned again. “So what do we do now?”

“We’re hitting the road in another thirty minutes after breakfast. We’ll find a nice little place in Mexico to hole up.”

I frowned. I really didn’t want to go, but I knew Mason would feel safer. “Um, Mexico?”

Mason nodded. “Then we’ll decide what non-extradition country we want to go to.”

I became silent, thinking. Life on the run wasn’t all too appealing to me. As long as I had Mason I’d be happy, but I just hoped it wouldn’t be a long-term thing.

Mason reached down and took something out of a sack and tossed it at me.

“What the hell is this?” I asked, making a face and picking it up. It was a damn joker’s face mask with red, rosy cheeks, like the mask from the
SAW
movies.

“We’re headed to Los Santos before we cross into Mexico,” Mason explained. Los Santos was a sanctuary city that bordered the U.S. and Mexico. I assumed Mason chose it as our destination because it was known as one of the easiest places to slip across the border.

“And I have to wear a mask to go there?”

Mason shook his head. “We couldn’t be going at a better time. Los Santos is holding their annual street faire. A lot of people get all dressed up in costumes to celebrate. Wearing those masks, we’ll blend right in.”

“Oh joy,” I muttered, fingering the mask. “I can hardly wait. What are we going to do when we get there?”

“Enjoy the faire a bit and then wind down. We’ll head out in the early morning with a group Shadow set us up with.”

I thought for a moment. “Do you think Maddy will follow us?”

Mason shook his head. “Doubt it. Even if she does, we’ll be long gone by the time she catches on.”

“Mason,” I said, lowering my head. “About Brian. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you at first. And I still don’t know if the hatred is as bad as you think, but the cold, heartless way he talks about you makes me think he wouldn’t care too much if you did end up in prison, or maybe even dead.”

“That’s because he doesn’t,” Mason said.

“But why though?” I asked. “You still haven’t told me. I mean, I could see him a little upset at you just dropping out and leaving like you did, but it seems to run deeper than that.”

Mason sighed. “You killed my boner, you know that?”

I shrugged helplessly. “Sorry.”

Mason half-chuckled and then adopted a serious expression. “Just kidding. Ok. I’ve never told anyone this story. Shortly after I was born, my mother died from complications.”

“I knew that already,” I said.

“Yeah, but you haven’t let me get to the rest.”

“Sorry,” I apologized. “You know I have a penchant for interrupting.”

“Don’t I know it? But that’s what makes me love you all the more. Anyway, Dad was heartbroken for many years because of it. He didn’t know what to do with himself — it was awful. I was too young then to know what was going on, but as I got older, Dad would say things to me that no parent should say to their child.”

“Like what?”

“Like he wished I’d never been born.”

I gasped, putting my hands to my lips. “Mason, that’s horrible.”

Mason nodded. “I know. And it got worse before it got better. Anytime I did anything bad, he would remind me of how much of an ungrateful little shit I was and how I was the reason why mom died.”

“Don’t take this as I don’t believe you, Mason, but I’ve never heard him say anything like that to you.”

“It got better as time went on. And once he got with Sherry, things were better. I guess his heart was on the mend — but both of us have resentment toward one another because of it.” Mason shrugged.

“Geez,” I said, shaking my head. “I know Mom always blames me for everything, but she’d never go that far.”

Mason’s eyes grew distant. “You know, when they married, you became the closest person to me in my life, even if it didn’t feel like it. I wanted to tell you things, but I didn’t want you to have those negative emotions in your system or to think I was trying to influence you to hate my dad. And in a way, I think him blaming me for mom’s death shaped me into who I am today. Always wanting to do things my own way — to be a rebel.”

A tear rolled down my cheek. “Mason, I’m so sorry. I never knew.”

Mason frowned. “Don’t cry, Carly. It’s not like I’m exactly a total lost cause because of it. You see how good I turned out — a fucking model citizen.”

I laughed and wiped at my tears with the back of my hand. “A model citizen all right.”

He went back to what he was saying. “So yeah. That’s where our hate comes from. He blames me for Mom’s death, and when I left, it brought those feelings back up I think. It’s probably worse now with him and Sherry being split.”

Mason’s expression brightened suddenly. “But enough of the depressing talk. Once we cross the border, all of that bullshit will be behind us.”

I was silent for a moment, digesting everything. “Do you think we’ll ever be able to come back?” I asked softly.

While I was happy to be with Mason, it was a pretty sobering thought to think that I might be leaving for good. I mean, it’s not like I had much going on, but it’s all I knew, and leaving the country kind of put a nail into ever fixing my relationship with my mother. It was a thought I wasn’t sure I was ready to give up on.

“Having second thoughts?” Mason asked as if sensing my apprehension. “You still have the choice to stay if you want to.” He seemed to tense, as he waited for my response.

“No, no,” I said quickly not wanting him to get the wrong idea and think I was getting cold feet. “I’m committed.”

Mason sighed with relief, visibly relaxing. “Good. Because after what happened at the cabin, I’d like to get far away for a while.”

“How are we going to survive, though? What are we going to do for money?” I damn sure didn’t have any stored away.

“Don’t worry about money, Carly,” Mason said. “I have that covered.”

I made a face. “Another one of those things you won’t tell me?”

Mason nodded.

“I should’ve known.” I shook my head. “So with no job, I don’t understand what we’ll be doing when we get there. It seems like we’ll have a lot of free time with nothing to do.”

“I think I know what we’ll spend a lot of time doing,” Mason remarked with a grin.

“What?” I asked, knowing what he meant but still wanted to hear it.

His grin grew wider. “Work on your cock gobbling skills.”

I snatched a nearby pillow and threw it at him, but he caught the pillow, laughing. “You wanna go, Missy?”

He lobbed the pillow at my head and I ducked, barely dodging it. Next thing I knew, he was on top of me and I was being tickled relentlessly from all sides.

“Stop!” I screamed, laughing so hard it hurt.

Mason grinned and continued his assault. “Not until you say sorry.”

I tried my best to push him off me, but his weight kept me pinned down. Finally I could take no more. “Mercy!” I yelled breathlessly. “Mercy!”

He stopped, but stayed on top of me, grinning in my face. I could feel the heat from his body, and down below I could feel his bulge on my stomach as he stared at me.

Deep aching pulsed down below, reminding me of the danger of engaging in another roll in the hay. I’d have to settle for something a little tamer for now.

Looking back at him, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He never looked so handsome — like my prince charming.

“Promise me,” I whispered, my lips inches away from his lips.

“Promise what?”

“Promise me you’ll never leave me again.”

Before he could respond I pulled him into a deep kiss that had me seeing twinkling stars. When he finally pulled away, we were both breathless.

“I promise,” he said, his eyes brimming with affection.