Stepbrother Dearest (10 page)

“You two seemed to be getting along better. It’s a shame he wants to go back now that his mother’s

home. He could have certainly stayed until the school year ended.”

Since my mother knew nothing about the real reason Pilar was back home, I mainly nodded my head as

she spoke. I tried my best to mask the tears that up until then had been falling pretty consistently. She kissed me goodnight, and I stayed clutching the stuffed Snoopy doll that had been my right-hand man since I was

three.

That was how my night was supposed to end.

***

It was only a light knock on my bedroom door. Thinking back, a “light” knock hardly seemed

appropriate for what happened after I opened it.

His chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

For a few seconds, Elec was staring at me as if he didn’t know how he’d gotten to my door. “No.”

“What’s wrong?”

His eyes had a frantic hunger in them. “Fuck tomorrow.”

Before I could process it, his warm hands cupped my face and brought my mouth to his. A low groan

from the back of his throat vibrated down mine, and I caught it with a deep intake of breath. His chest

pressed against my breasts as he pushed me back into the room. The door closed behind him.

What was happening?

His mouth was hot and wet as it devoured mine, his tongue circling the inside almost desperately. This

was far more intense than the last two times we’d kissed, and I realized this was what it felt like when Elec didn’t hold back. This was different and a prelude to something more.

He stopped kissing me for a moment, and his hands slid from my face down the length of my neck. He

pulled my hair, bending my neck back. He sucked on the base before kissing his way back up and sighing

into my mouth.

My tongue brushed back and forth over his lip ring, and he responded by gently biting my bottom lip as

he moaned through his teeth.

I wanted more.

I was ready.

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind; I was going to let him go all the way.

When he stopped to look at me, I took the opportunity to ask what I absolutely had to know. “What

happened?”

He took my hand and led me to the bed where he sat and lifted my body on top of his so that I was

straddling him. The heat of his erection pressed against my throbbing clit. He placed his head in the middle of my chest and spoke into my shirt, causing my breasts to tingle.

“You wanna know what happened to me?” he whispered in a hoarse voice. “I finally opened that letter

you wrote after you read my book. That’s what happened. No one’s ever said those things to me before,

Greta. I don’t deserve it.”

I ran my fingers through his hair, which felt like silk. “You do deserve it. I meant every word.”

He looked up into my eyes. “The words in that letter…I’ll carry them with me forever. I could never

pay you back for what you just gave me. Then, I thought about how I couldn’t even give you the one thing

you asked me for. It made me angrier by the second as I was packing. I decided I’d rather have tonight than

nothing at all, too. It’s fucking selfish, but I want your first time. I want to be the first one to show you everything and to be the one you’ll always remember for the rest of your life. But only if you meant it when you said that was what
you
wanted.”

“I want it more than anything.” I pulled him tighter into my chest.

He resisted, staring up into my eyes again. His expression was serious. “Look at me, Greta. Because I

need to make sure you’re really okay with the fact that this would end tomorrow. You would never be able

to tell anyone. I’ll give you anything and everything you want tonight as long as you truly understand all of that. You need to promise me that you could handle this.”

“I can handle it. I already told you that I wanted my first time to be with you even if it’s the only time. I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to show me everything. I want to experience the same things all of

those other girls did. I don’t want you to treat me any differently.”

“I won’t give you exactly the same thing…but I can give you more. Okay? I can give you better. It may

be one night, but I will make every second count.”

This was really happening.

When my nerves suddenly got the best of me, Elec took notice and put his hands on my shoulders.

“You’re shaking. Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”

“I can’t help it. I’m gonna be nervous, but it’s in a good way.”

I was still sitting on top of him when he looked up at me in one last moment of hesitation. I reached for

his face with my hands and kissed him deeply in an attempt to prove that I was as ready as I was going to

be. I looked him in the eyes one last time and said, “I want this.”

He searched my eyes for several seconds then lifted me off him and stood up. Rubbing his fingertips

along my neck, he moved them slowly in a scratching motion then wrapped his hand around the middle as

if…he were going to choke me. But it wasn’t anything like that. He just held onto my neck, rubbing it gently with his thumb. I felt myself getting wet from just the way he was looking at me, like there was nothing else in the world he wanted more than to have me.

“I love your neck. It was the first thing I wanted to kiss. It’s so long and delicate.”

I closed my eyes and bent my head back. He still wasn’t kissing me, just lightly squeezing my neck.

Finally, he moved his hands down and slowly lifted my tank top off. His eyes were glassy as he stared at

my breasts.

In a stupid moment of insecurity, I said, “They’re small.”

He kissed my cheek then spoke close to my ear. “Good. They’ll fit inside my mouth perfectly.”

His hands then gripped my sides and lowered to pull off my shorts. “Shit,” he muttered and looked up

at me with an impish grin when he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I kicked my shorts off and

stood in front of him, feeling vulnerable.

He just continued to look at me for several seconds, and it was driving me nuts that he was keeping a

little bit of a distance.

As his gaze traveled from head to toe, in a sense, every movement of his eyes felt like he was touching

me.

He took a step forward and spoke softly just under my earlobe. “Is there anything in particular you’d

like me to do or show you first?”

My body was still trembling in anticipation.

Everything.

“What are my options?”

He scratched his chin. “Rope, chain, cuffs…belt.”

“Um…”

He immediately took my face in his hands. “Oh, God. You’re so cute.” He kissed me firmly on the lips.

“There was a small part of you that wondered if I was serious. It was a joke.”

“I figured. I just wasn’t 100-percent sure.”

“So…nothing in particular?”

“You could start by touching me, maybe taking off your clothes, too.”

“You want me to take off my clothes, huh?”

“Isn’t that usually how it works?”

He slowly shook his head and nipped my nose. “No.”

“No?”

“
You’ll
take off my clothes. But not until we play a little bit.”

“Play?”

“You have no experience. I can’t just get naked and start fucking you. You need to be ready for me. It’s

gonna hurt the first time no matter what, so we need to make sure you’re as wet as possible. Sometimes,

less is more at first because the more I withhold, the more you’ll want it, the more ready you’ll be.”

Leading me over to the bed, he lay back against the headboard and pulled me into a sitting position on

top of him. He was fully hard beneath me.

“
You
feel ready,” I joked.

“I’ve been ready since the day I walked in the door, took one look at you and realized I was fucked.”

“You’ve always wanted me like this?”

He nodded. “I did a really good job of hiding it for a while, didn’t I?”

“You could say that.”

He pushed me down over the hard-on bursting through his camouflage cargo shorts. “It’s pretty

obvious now, wouldn’t you say?”

I was throbbing between my legs as I rubbed my hands over the black t-shirt that stretched against his

torso. “Yes.”

Like the darkening of a theater before the start of a movie, the lightness of his expression faded,

indicating that things were about to begin. He wrapped his hands around my neck again. He slid them down

and cupped my breasts, massaging them slowly and firmly as I bore down onto his shorts. I pressed myself

into his cock to satisfy the arousal that was building in me with every movement of his hands.

He kept one hand on my breast and lifted his other one to my face, rubbing his thumb over my mouth

then pushing two of his fingers inside. “Suck.”

His skin tasted salty. I squeezed the muscles between my legs, so stimulated by look on his face as he

watched his fingers moving in and out of my mouth.

When he pulled them out, he rubbed the wetness of my saliva over my right nipple and licked his other

hand before rubbing his fingers over my left.

“They’re perfect.” Elec slid both hands down my torso and wrapped them around me, squeezing my

ass. “So is this.” He gave it a light smack and smiled. “I want to do things to this,” he said as he gripped it harder.

I wanted him to kiss me so badly or put his mouth on me in some way while he touched me, but he just

continued looking at me as he massaged my ass. Slipping my hands under his t-shirt, I continued to grind

over his cock. “Can I take this off?”

“Okay…but just the shirt.”

I lifted it over his head, causing his tousled hair to become even messier. I marveled at the contours of

his cut, tanned chest. He had a small nipple ring on the left side. I’d seen him shirtless many times before but never up close with the ability to touch him.

I moved my hands over the tattoos on his arms, the word
Lucky
on his right and the full sleeve on his left and down to the shamrocks on his rippled stomach. I ran my fingers down the happy trail of hair that

led into his shorts. He tightened his abs at my touch, and I felt his cock twitch under me.

“Sensitive spot?”

“It was…when you touched my abs.”

I bent down and kissed his chest gently, and that intimate gesture seemed to have had an effect on him.

When I backed away, he caught me off guard when he pushed me back down on him and held me there for

a while. My bare chest was plastered against his heart that was beating uncontrollably fast.

“Why is your heart racing?” I asked.

“You’re not the only one who’s trying something new.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve never been anyone’s first before.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…really.”

“Are you nervous?”

“I just don’t want to hurt you.” The way he looked at me when he said it made me realize he wasn’t

really talking about the physical pain. He didn’t want me getting attached to him.

My chest tightened, and I was pretty sure it was a lie when I said, “You won’t.”

You will, but I want you anyway.

“I want to just take you so fucking badly right now, but I’m holding back because I’m scared of what

this will do to you in more ways than one.”

“Elec, you asked me what I wanted. What I want is for you not to hold back. We just have tonight.

Please…don’t hold back.”

For the first time since he’d walked in the room, he kissed me with the same fervent hunger I craved,

lashing me with his tongue and groaning into my mouth. He flipped me over onto my back and kneeled

above me, locking me in with his arms. His disheveled hair fell over his beautiful gray eyes as he looked

down at me and once again stuck two of his fingers in my mouth. I realized that if he were going to be

comfortable letting go of his apprehension, I needed to step it up.

I held onto his hand and sucked on his fingers hard, taking them deeply down my throat. His eyes were

half shut while he intently watched me do it as he licked his lips. Then, he reached down and spread my

legs open wide.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he slipped his finger inside of me. “God, you’re so wet.” He moved it out

of me and replaced it with two fingers the next time, pushing them into me slowly as deep as they’d go. I

gasped.

“Feel good?”

“Yes.”

He started to move his fingers in and out of me harder and faster. I could even hear how wet I was.

Squeezing my breasts together, I bent my head back, and my body bucked. I started to lose control, moving

my hips to meet his hand. He knew it when he pulled his fingers out of me suddenly. “Don’t come yet,” he

said.

He flipped me over so that I was on top of him again and moved me back and forth over his cock. His

shorts were soaked from me. At any given moment, I could have come if I let myself.

It seemed he had the ability to sense when I’d hit a breaking point. He stopped me and backed away.

“Do you feel ready now?”

“Yes. I’ve been ready.”

“I want you to touch yourself.”

I was kneeling over him as my fingers rubbed over my clit. My knees started to shake.

“What do you want, Greta?”

“I want to see you naked.”

“Then,
take
what you want.”

I unzipped his shorts with my free hand, and he helped me push them down. When his cock sprung

forward out of his boxers, it shocked me just as much as it had when I’d walked in on him.

He smiled, knowing full well the reason behind my reaction. “Something wrong?”

“I just…”

He was stifling a laugh. “You look like you have some questions.”