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BOOK: Step F*#K (A Stepbrother Series Book 1)
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He raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“I forget who it was, but Megan was telling me about it on the way up.”
Shit
. He wasn’t supposed to know that Megan and I had already been up to his room. “I mean . . .”
 

“I’d imagine quite a few people have had sex in here,” he says. He winks, and I don’t know if it’s because he knows we were outside his door or because he thinks I’m saying that
I
want to have sex in the elevator, too.
 

We get back to the room, and my previous resolve to just consume water is completely forgotten when he raids the minibar. It’s mostly hard stuff, whiskey, vodka, and a couple bottles of wine. He has the whiskey, so I have some too, and it burns my throat as I take one sip, then another, feeling the heat flare on my cheeks. I feel as though I’m viewing everything through a soft, gauzy lens, the room pleasantly shifting every once in a while beneath my feet. He’s standing in front of me, and he takes a step closer, then another.
 

“I’ve been trying to restrain myself all night,” he says, leaning down so his breath hot against my ear. “But I don’t think I’m going to be able to much longer.” He tilts my face toward his, the tips of our noses almost touching. He’s so gorgeous. His eyes are this dark, dark blue, like the deepest ocean water, and his skin is perfectly smooth and blemish-free. His cheeks have a dark shadow of stubble, and I reach out and run my fingertips down the side of his face. It’s like sandpaper on top of velvet. His nose is long and straight, his jaw square and clearly defined. I don’t think I’ve ever actually been this close to someone who is so handsome.
 

“I think you’re the hottest man I have ever seen,” I say.
 

He smiles. “I think you’re quite tipsy.”

“I am, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve certainly lucked out on my first one night stand.”

His smile deepens and then he leans in, a little closer, a little closer, our lips just brushing at first, but once that first contact is made, he brings both hands up to the sides of my face and holds me there, his mouth pressed hard against mine, his fingers probing the muscles in my neck. There’s no awkward banging of teeth or my mouth moving one way while his moves the other—even though I’m drunk and the room might be swaying, it’s the easiest thing in the world to kiss him, like it’s exactly what our mouths were designed to do.
 

I run my hands down his sides, feel the tautness of his waist, the smooth skin, what I expect will be washboard abs when he finally takes his shirt off. He pulls back from the kiss, rests his forehead against mine. Both of us are breathing heavily.
 

“Let’s get you out of this dress, shall we?”

He slides one spaghetti strap off my shoulder, then the other, and all it takes is a little wiggling of my hips and the dress cascades down to a puddle on the floor. He takes his own shirt off, revealing those washboard abs, along with a smoothly defined chest, and the sort of muscular shoulders that make you sort of wish you could just take a big bite out of them.
 

We go over to the bed, Jai unbuttoning his pants and stepping out of them. He’s not wearing boxers or underwear of any type, so there he is, all of him. He’s got an erection and his cock is big and beautiful and all I can think of is how badly I want him inside of me.
 

“This is nice,” he says, sliding a finger underneath the strap of my bra.
 

“Lingerie is my daily secret.” I reach out and touch his cock, the head first, then move my hand slowly down the shaft, pressing on the ridge that runs along the back. He groans softly. My mouth
waters.

“Daily secret?”

“I like to wear sexy lingerie, even when I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Which is most of the time.”

“That’s quite a turn on.”

“It’s really just for me. It makes me feel sexy.”

“You already are. Fuck, that feels good.” He reaches around and unhooks my bra. “This is lovely lingerie, but I know what is underneath is even lovelier. You have an amazing body, you do know that, I hope.”

“You do, too.”

We lie back. He begins kissing my breasts, running his tongue in slow circles around each nipple. My skin tingles. Then he lifts his head and we begin kissing again, harder, deeper than before. He pushes my underwear down and slides a hand between my legs. I gasp.
 

“You’re wet,” he breathes, in between kisses. “That’s good.”

He slides one finger into me, swiveling it around a few times, then making the
come here
gesture. My breath comes in short, quick gasps. He slides the finger out, rubbing the wetness over my clit, massaging it gently before inserting two fingers into me, creating a feeling of fullness that’s both familiar and foreign. I writhe against his hand, wanting more of him in me, knowing the only thing that’s going to fulfill me is that cock of his.
 

“I want you to fuck me,” I gasp.
 

He looks at my face, still moving his fingers inside me. “Oh, I will,” he says. “But I’m going to make you wait for it.”
 

He’s getting me closer and closer to coming, but it’s like he can sense it, and each time I almost reach the point of no return, he stops, he caresses my inner thighs, he kisses my breasts, he nips gently at my throat.
 

Then he’s pulled his hand away. I hear the tearing of foil, and a few moments later Jai is on top of me, and he’s got my arms above my head, gripping my wrists. He spreads my legs by pushing my thighs with his knee, and I feel the head of his cock right there at my pussy, and he’s looking me in the eye as he moves his hips forward, just enough so the tip of his dick goes in, but no further.
 

“I’m going to start to cry if you don’t start fucking me properly,” I say. I try to wriggle around to get more of him in me, but he tightens his grip on my wrists. I am completely at his mercy. I couldn’t escape right now, even if I wanted to, but of course I don’t.
 

He is
SexyStranger
after all. He’s only here in town for a couple days, and then he’ll be off, back to England, presumably, and I’ll never see him again. Even in my drunken haze I can recognize how liberating that is, to be able to have sex with someone that you’re never going to see again. With Tom, the sex was perfectly fine, but we were so used to each other. But Jai . . . he’s my sexy stranger, and I feel like I can be anyone. I can suddenly be myself in a way that I never really felt like I could with Tom, only because we’d gotten used to each other and thought we knew exactly what the other wanted. I struggle against Jai, feeling his grip tighten on me. I twist my torso back and forth a bit and pull my arms, but not hard enough that he’d think I’d actually want him to let go. I don’t—I love the weight of his body against mine, pinning me down.
 

“You want me to let you go?” he whispers. “You’re pulling like you want to get away, but I don’t think you actually do.”
 

“No,” I say. He stretches my arms a little further above my head. “I don’t want you to let me go.”
 

“You’re going to get fucked good and proper,” he says. “But I think I’m going to do a few things to you first.”

 
“You’re not . . . you’re not going to come all over my tits are you?” I blurt this out without actually thinking about what I’m saying, how it’s going to sound to him.

He stops what he’s doing and a look of confusion crosses his face, just for a second. “Huh?” he says. “That’s a bit random, isn’t it? Would you like me to come all over your tits? Are you into that sort of thing?”

“It’s just . . . that seems like that’s what most guys want to do.” Tom did, anyway. I think he liked to see how covered he could leave me, or he liked leaving himself on me, like a dog leaving it’s mark on a bush or something.
 

Jai raises an eyebrow. “I’m not most guys. And I wasn’t planning on doing that. I thought this was your first one night stand, anyway.”

“It is.” I decide not to mention Tom. “My friends like to share some of the intimate details of their trysts.”

“Well, let’s give you a few details of your own to share with them,” he says. “And you know what? I’m not going to fuck you like this. Flip over.”

I get on my hands and knees and feel him positioning himself behind me. “You come across as this sweet good girl, but you’ve got a nasty side to you, don’t you? I can tell you do, and maybe you just haven’t felt like you could let that side of you come out.”

“Maybe a little,” I say, groaning as the head of his cock pushes into me.
 

He slaps my ass. “You like that?”


Yes.

His dick moves in further. He slaps my ass again, harder this time, hard enough that it stings, but the pain is inextricably bound with this delicious pleasure that seems to be radiating from every pore of my body.
 

He starts pistoning his hips, pushing himself further and further into me until I can feel him bumping too deep each time he thrusts. It’s mildly uncomfortable, so I shift and suddenly his cock is hitting just the right spot.
 

“Oh my God,” I whimper. My entire body is alive, a thin sheen of sweat covering my skin, every nerve ending on fire.

“That feel good?” he asks, his voice like a growl. “You like that?”

He slaps my ass again, then I feel his hands wrap around my hair, pulling it off my shoulders. He tugs a little, forcing me to raise my head, arch my back, which means he’s hitting that spot even more intensely, and the feeling is like a cyclone of pure bliss, this tingling that’s almost unbearable in how fucking good it feels. It’s like my heart is going to explode out of my chest, my breath is coming faster and faster, he’s thrusting into me, one hand still wrapped up in my hair, the other gripping my hip, holding me in place.
 

“Fuck yes,” he says. “You’re gonna get it. Are you ready? You’re gonna get it, just for being such . . . a . . . good . . . girl . . .”
 

I can barely hear what he’s saying anymore. My world has shrunk to nothing else than that feeling of him inside of me, and for a second I think it’s going to totally consume me, obliterate me, my first one night stand will end up with me spontaneously combusting.
 

The sensation continues to build. So frenetically now that I would bite into the pillow to muffle my shrieks but he’s still got a vice grip on my hair so I grit my teeth and the shrieks leak out as strangled sounding sobs. He lets go of my hair and grabs my hips with both hands right as I come, and I literally see stars. I now understand what it means to “get the daylights fucked out of you”—something I’ve heard Megan say before but never quite experienced myself. My limbs feel like melted butter.  

Afterward, we lie there next to each other, one of my legs thrown over his, my body still buzzing. He runs a hand absently through my hair.
 

“Thank you,” he says. “I needed a distraction, and you were more than I could’ve hoped for. Truly.”
 

“I should actually be thanking you. Aside from my vibrator, you’re the first action that I’ve had in . . . well, it’s been a while. And that was so good. It’s just too bad you’re leaving soon. I mean . . . not that I’m saying I want to see you all the time or anything—I know this was just a hookup—but . . . I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

“I hear you. You’re actually making me wish I had a bit more free time while I’m here in L.A. Which is saying something, because I fucking hate it here. I’m only here because . . . well, never mind. I don’t feel like talking about it. Don’t want to ruin the mood.”

“I’ve got a few unsavory things coming up, too,” I say, thinking of tomorrow night’s dinner and how potentially awkward it’s going to be to be meeting some of my new family for the first time. “But you’re right. We shouldn’t talk about these things right now. In fact, there’s only one thing I’d like to ask you.”

“Oh yeah? And what might that be?”

“You think you can go again?” I’m going to be sore tomorrow, I can tell already, but the only thing I want right now is to feel him inside me. “You up for it?”

“You’re a cheeky little thing,” he says. He lifts his head, looks down the length of his body. “But yes, I’d say I’m more than
up
for it.”
 

“That’s good.”

He starts to get up, but I put my hand on his chest and push him back down. “No,” I say. “My turn.”

I slide one leg across him, straddling his midsection. I push myself back a little, and I’m still so wet he glides in easily. Already those sensations are starting to build again; it’s like all my body needs is to be near his for those feelings to start flowing. I try not to think about the fact that the hottest sex I’ve ever had is with a man who is leaving in a few days, someone I am never going to see again. I push the thought out of my mind and proceed to fuck him like it’s the last time we’ll ever see each other.
 

Because it probably is.
 

BOOK: Step F*#K (A Stepbrother Series Book 1)
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