Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance) (16 page)

Fuck, she might be scared be she’s turned on, too.

                     “Whatever you want, Royal.” She started pulling at her clothing. First her skirt, shimmying it down her long toned legs, then slowly with slightly shaky hands she started to pull at the buttons along her shirt. Buttons that held back beautiful, full breasts.

Each button she undid pushed me that much closer to walking over to her, grabbing her by the hips, and slamming her down on my cock. Watching her undress herself was possibly the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed. It’s like she was putting on a private show just for me.

After she got all of the buttons undone she moved at a snail's pace, by pulling her arms out from the sleeves revealing a dark blue bra. I was salivating by the time she removed her shirt.

Then she turned around and started removing the skirt that was still zipped around her tiny waist line. I almost came undone when I realized that not only did her panties match her bra, but it wasn’t just a mere pair of panties she was wearing— instead it was a thong. I could now see her firm, plump ass cheeks with nothing but a string covering her pussy. What kind of self-control did she think I had?

I couldn’t take my eyes off her legs or her ass. God I wanted to spank each cheek until it was ruby red. Once everything was off and I was salivating, as she went and did exactly as I had told her to, she came to a stop right in front of the mirror giving me the most incredible view of her I have ever seen. In the mirror I could see her entire front, completely bare just for me.

Anxious butterflies as well as doubt started to fill my belly at the mere image of taking her in the same way I did all of the others.

Hard. Fast. Raw. That’s the only way I knew how to fuck. Noelle, however, had no idea what she was in for. She should be taken nice and slowly, with soft strokes. I wasn’t soft, and I most definitely wasn’t slow.

I fucked until you bled, and then I fucked some more.

                     “I can see you’re ready for me.” I didn’t even know the man that voice belonged to. It was far darker than it had ever been. Noelle watched me in the mirror in front of her, as my pointer finger skimmed against the fabric of her bra.

Goose bumps blanketed her soft, supple skin. It deserved to have my marks on it. To be covered in a red haze.

                     “I told you already, I’m not scared of you, Royal. If you’re trying to scare me it won’t work, not now. I want you. I’m ready for whatever you need from me.” I couldn’t control my emotions as I slipped into someone I didn’t know. Someone I shouldn’t trust with Noelle.

“You think you’re ready for me, Noelle, but you have no idea what I want to do to you right now. Seeing you completely bared to me, and knowing that no one has ever seen or touched you…” I breathed into her ear, my breathing tickling the hair along her ear. I slid my hand down her spine until I reached the top of her ass. A grin pulled at my lips as I pulled my hand back and gave her a quick, firm smack.

“I don’t think you can handle me, baby. But I’ll be the judge of that,” I said before snaking my hand around to her front and then further down until I was a breaths length away from her pure pussy.

“Are you wet for me, Noelle?” I whispered as I slid a finger inside her dripping wet entrance, giving her no warning in doing so.

“AAHHH!” she moaned out in pleasure and pain, her legs shaking as I slipped in and out or her. I forced my movement to slow, allowing myself to gently ease another finger inside of her. My resolve melted to the ground in a heaping mess. I wanted it to be perfect for her, but at the same time I wanted to devour her. Rip her to pieces, and then put her back together.

I wasn’t sure what came over me, or what pushed me over that invisible edge. Maybe it was when she said I want you, or maybe it was when she actually stripped herself bare for me showing me that she was serious. That she was in fact ready for me, and she trusted me enough to know that I wouldn’t hurt her. I wouldn’t let myself take her all the way today, but I could give her another first.

Then I shoved the front of my pants down, releasing my cock as I pulled my fingers out of her pussy. I needed more, so much more. Without warning or thought I pushed against her entrance making sure I didn’t pierce through the imaginary border, instead I was just giving her an idea of my size. Seeing if she could really handle all of me?

Nothing but myself could stop me from taking her fully, from piercing her pussy, and listening to her sweet cries of pleasure. Her sunshine-colored hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulder, and her eyes met mine in the mirror. A look of pleasure and excitement mixed with a tiny bit of fear showed on her beautiful face.

                     “Are you sure you want to challenge me, Noelle? Tell me that I don’t scare you, tell me I don’t deserve this. Tell me!” This was me in the raw, the man underneath it all. I was hurting, and she was here to see that pain. I was exposing her to the darkness inside of me, and she wasn’t running, not yet.

                     There was no pain in her eyes, not even shock. All I could see was the desire to care and the need to give. She wanted to give herself to me, even if she didn’t think she could handle what I had to give back. If that didn’t say I was a sick fucking monster for doing this, then I didn’t know what else did?

                     I trailed down her back, over her ass crack, and down between her legs again; my finger honing in on her clit as I rubbed slow circles over it all while gliding my finger back into her wetness. Something inside gave me the need to bring her pleasure. It was no longer about getting rid of the anger I had. It had everything to do with watching her eyes roll back into her head and the soft noises that emitted from her mouth.

“I can feel it, princess. You’re ready for me aren’t you, Noelle?” My heart was beating out of my chest, clamoring against my ribcage, and threatening to break free. I could feel her body shaking with desperate need. I gently turned her around reaching my hands under her ass to lift her up placing her on the very edge of the vanity. Noelle’s arms gripped my shoulders tightly as I moved her.

Forcing her to remove her hands, I lowered myself onto my knees and to the hard tile floor. I spread her legs apart and looked up at her, my eyes lingering on her tight, wet folds. The swelling of my cock was my only response to her.

I wanted her, fuck did I ever.

“I want you to lean back against the mirror and relax, baby.” I didn’t give her time to respond before I placed my head between her thighs peppering her skin with small nibbles and licks, all while working my way up to the real prize. My tongue darted out as I zeroed in on the sweet nectar, her taste coating my insides. Noelle was a flavor I knew that I would never get enough of. I kept going, keeping my pace gentle but relentless as I placed two fingers inside of her tight hole, pumping in and out while licking and sucking at her clit. I worked effortlessly to bring her to the brink of pleasure.

                     “Oh god.” Her head fell forward, and her legs started to shake. I could feel her pussy jerking as I continued my assault on it with my mouth and fingers, as I slid in and out of her slowly. Christ, she was so tight, so ready to be taken by me and she would eventually be taken. Maybe not today but someday soon, and when it finally did happen I knew it would be explosive.

                     “The name’s Royal, baby, but if you want to call me god, go for it,” I whispered as I pulled back from her sweet spot, nipping at the soft flesh of her thigh. Her back bowed with every small thrust of my fingers and tongue into her body. I could feel the build within her, the way she pushed back against my finger, and the way her body shook as if it was ready to explode. Her beautiful hazel eyes were closed, and I couldn’t let her come without looking me deeply in the eyes. I needed the connection.

                     “Open your eyes, princess,” I begged, pulling my fingers out, only to slam them back in, her tight hole squeezing around them. Her juices coated my hand. She was so wet for me and she hadn’t even come yet. I continued to feast on her, licking sucking and biting all while plunging my fingers into her at a relentless pace. I wouldn’t stop until she couldn’t remember her name, until she felt nothing but pleasure.

                     Her eyes fluttered open. They were heavy like it took immense effort to get them open. I wanted to laugh out loud but couldn’t ruin the moment between us. She blinked them open again, and this time they stayed and adjusted to the extra pleasure forming in her body. I worked her over taking note of the lust and something else that I couldn’t quite place that lingered in her stare. Uncertainty maybe?

                     “I can feel it…” she cried out, pushing back against my hand and face. I grabbed  the tops of her thighs steadying her and making sure she couldn’t pull away from me before she came. No way, sweetheart. You’re riding out the pleasurable waves.

“It feels soooo goooddd.” A loud breathy moan fell from her plump lips. I slipped another finger in, and that must have been her undoing. Three strokes later and she was calling out my name, her pussy clenching around my fingers. Fuck, I’ve never been so jealous of my own hand. It touched her where I never had.

                     Noelle kept her eyes locked on me as she rode out the waves of pleasure, each one hitting her harder than the next. Her chest rising with each heavy breath that she took. A pink blush crept over her body, and I could still feel her body quaking from the force of her orgasm.

                     “I’ve never come before…” Her voice was heavy with pleasure and she sounded shy like she was embarrassed to admit that to me. I blinked, pulling my body up off the floor, slowly trying to digest what she just said. She couldn’t mean what I think she meant. Could she?

                     “Like you’ve never come at all? Not once? What about when you pleasure yourself?” I really hoped she wasn’t about to fucking tell me she’s never even touched herself. I know she told me that she had never been kissed, and I assumed she was a virgin but shit. I never would have guessed at seventeen that she was that fucking untouched.

How the fuck is it even possible this is the first time she ever came? Fuck! I was her first kiss, and the first guy to ever bring that sweet pussy of hers to the brink. What the fuck did I do? I felt as if I took something glorious from her.

                     “You need to get out of here right now.” I pulled away from her without warning, grabbing her clothes up off the floor. Fuck, I was an asshole.  Hurt showed in her eyes, where pleasure previously was; still I couldn’t explain myself to her right now, not without really fucking her this time. It would be hard and raw, and that’s not what she needed from me. Not at all. I couldn’t take her until I was in the right mindset and even after what we just did, I didn’t trust myself with her.

                     “Am I not good enough? I’m sorry. What did I do wrong?” I could tell she was close to crying and the fact that she thought this in anyway was her fault made me feel like an even bigger asshole.  

                     “It’s not you, Noelle. Not at all. I promise you it’s not. You are absolutely perfect, princess. I want you now more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, and I will have you— just not tonight.” I prayed she would just take what I said and listen to me for once.

She just stood before me completely bare and told me she was pure; untouched by even herself. She willingly handed herself to me on a golden platter, add to the fact that she thought she did something wrong or that she wasn’t good enough. My precious angel had no idea how special she was. She was that juicy red apple hanging from the tree in the Garden of Eden. It would be a sin to reach out and take a bite, but it would kill me not to.

                     Noelle was fucking killing me.

                     “Okay…” She grabbed her clothes from me, her shoulders slouched forward as more sadness and hurt consumed her like I’ve never seen before. I should have stopped her, wrapped her up in my arms and told her how perfect she was, but I couldn’t. Instead I watched with defeat as she turned around and walked right out of the bathroom and away from me, not even once turning back to look at me.

I stood in that bathroom staring at myself in the mirror— forcing myself not to cave, not to rush after her— knowing that if I did I would destroy her, and in doing so I could never live with myself if I ever did that. Even with her thinking I was rejecting her or that she wasn’t good enough was better than me losing myself in her right now. I was saving her from myself, and it was killing me.

                     It was then and there as I stood hating myself that another unwelcome thought smacked me right in the face.

                     I was starting to fall for her, even if I didn’t want to.

I was falling in love with Noelle.

I was falling in love with my stepsister.

Noelle was like that stupid red apple. She was tempting me, dangling herself right in front of me. Begging me to take just one single bite. I would sin a million times over just to get another taste of her. A hundred tastes of her.

She was my craving.

My addiction.

Chapter Twenty

-Noelle

I was stupid, so very stupid to think that we could’ve gone further than we have. I felt used, and worse than that I felt like my mother truly was right about Royal, even if he gave me a glimpse of the person he was underneath all the glamour.

He was hurting, spiraling out of control, and I wanted to be the one person to anchor him to this world. To keep him sane when everything else was falling apart around him.

                     The look on his face when I told him I had never come before was burned into my memory. I thought he would’ve understood that I was a virgin when I told him that he was my first real kiss. Instead, it all seemed to blow up in my face. I hated that he thought I deserved better than what he could give me. I deserved whatever I felt I deserved, and that was not Royal’s choice to make.

                     The walls around me were crashing to the ground, crumbling with every single breath I took. I was suffocating in the aftermath of what happened. My mother destroyed my life, ripping me to pieces, and Royal picked up those pieces helping me put the puzzle called my life back together.

                     As soon as I crossed the threshold into my bedroom I slammed the door and locked it. There were so many different emotions swarming me that I didn’t know which ones to reach out and hold onto. I stood in my bra and panties, staring at the items in my bedroom. The beautiful four-post white bed, the six-drawer dresser, and the numerous knick-knacks that lined the walls along with photos that I didn’t really care for. It was all a mask of fakeness that coated my entire life in a lie.                

                     A lie that I wanted to destroy with the snap of my fingers. Royal was right about one thing. The way I was living my life wasn’t the way that I wanted to be living it.

                     Somewhere inside my head a switch flipped. I couldn’t end the fake scheme that my mother set fourth for others to see, but I could ruin the facade that she laid out before me. I was done being her puppet, her little doll that moved on her command. Gritting my teeth, I went over to my dresser and ripped out a pair of jeans and t-shirt slipping them on.

                     Then I grabbed my cell hitting Jordan’s name on the screen. The ringing tone sounded on the other end, and then she answered.

                     “What’s up?” she asked.

                     “I need out. Meet me at the falls with a bottle of
Jack
in ten-minutes tops. I have a sick desire to fuck shit up tonight.” I didn’t give her the chance to ask questions, nor did I let her respond even with a yes or no. I simply hung up, grabbing a bag from my closet so I could shove my shit in it.

                     There was no way I could stay in this fucking house with Royal and not be lying in bed next to him at night. Maybe that’s why my mom hated him so much. He was technically my stepbrother, and if I slept with him then I was messing up her perfect little picture.

                     I placed the clothing and other items in the bag. My hand gripped the door handle as I pulled it open. Royal’s handsome face was on the other side of the door forcing me to stop and acknowledge him. His eyes scanned over my body and then to the bag in my hands.

                     “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He demanded that I answer, but I didn’t have to. I didn’t have to answer to anyone, especially someone that told me not even twenty minutes ago to walk away from him. That I was too good for someone like him.

                     “Out. I wasn’t aware I needed your permission.” I snarled my lip at him. The bullshit was so deep in this house. I was drowning. Every second I stayed inside this place was another second that pushed me closer to the edge.

                     “You don’t, but you of all people should know that I’m not just going to let you up and leave, not after what just happened between us.” He shoved himself into my space. I couldn’t handle his body being so close to mine. I retreated with a step back, and he could tell I was uncomfortable with his presence.

                     “What happened between us was a mistake, an error on my part. I thought you were sending signals that said fuck me, when clearly you weren’t.” I was being a smart ass.

                     “Oh, you want to play this game,” he mocked with laughter.

“I’m the prick for being a gentleman and not fucking you like a savage after just finding out you’re a virgin? Come on, I know you can come up with something better to be pissed off about, because that’s not even a legit reason.”

Frustration marred his face. I wasn’t going to let him have the upper hand. Not now, and not ever again. It wasn’t the fact that he was a gentleman that hurt me. It was how he pushed me away after everything that happened.

                     “It’s not the fact that you wanted to be considerate to me being a virgin. It’s the fact that you finger fucked me and then all but fucking told me to get the hell out of your bathroom that hurt me. It’s the fact that I’m suffocating in this fucking house, and I went to you because I thought you would understand.” I scoffed at him, slamming my chest into his. “Clearly I was wrong about everything.” I pulled away, pushing past him and into the hall. His hand reached out gripping my arm in a harsh hold, his fingers digging into my flesh. A spark of excitement filled my belly as he held me in place.

                     “There isn’t a fucking piece of me that doesn’t want to fuck the hell out of you, Noelle, but even I know that you aren’t ready for what I have to offer.” It was as if he was trying to convince himself of that and not me.

                     “You don’t know what I can or can’t handle, and you won’t ever get to know now that you have pushed me away. Now let go of me, because I have a bottle of J
ack Daniels
waiting for me, and who knows whatever else I can find.” I pulled my arm away from him causing him to grip my flesh harder. The digging of his fingers into my soft flesh turned me on; the pain and pleasure coursing throughout my body mixed together in an explosive way.

                     “Don’t do anything stupid, because if I find out you gave yourself to someone else it won’t end pretty for him. Your pussy is mine. It has been since you told me I was your first kiss, and since the moment you looked at me in that fucking bathroom and said that you’ve never come before. It’s mine, and it will be claimed by my cock when the time is right. Do you understand me?”

My mouth grew dry. His words alone were lighting my body on fire.

                    
Not again, Noelle. Don’t let him win this time.

                    
I straightened my shoulders and shrugged off his hold.

“It’s not yours until you claim it, Royal, and I already gave you that chance so I guess we will see what happens tonight.” I couldn’t give him a chance to respond because I knew I would be too weak to say no to him. There was no way I could resist Royal. He was a drug that I wanted more than anything else. I was an addict for his love, and I haven’t even had a taste of it yet.

                     He let me go, for whatever reason; maybe it was because he finally got what I was saying or he just knew I needed time alone. Whichever it was, I wouldn’t be turning around to say thank you, or to ask why.

                     No. I needed to get drunk and find someone to take care of me. If Royal didn’t want me like I wanted him right this second, then there would be someone else that wanted me just as much. Pushing all thoughts of Royal to the back of my mind, I walked out of the house and got in Jeep and headed toward the Falls.

The line was drawn in the sand. Royal was on one side, and I was on the other.

Who would be the first to cross the line?