Stepbrother Forever: A Stepbrother Romance (32 page)

His cock is so hard pressing
into my hip, his hand aggressively massaging my breast. My nipples are pert and
erect so that Jayson is using them to pull me closer into him, making my knees
weak. I want to grab him. I want to touch him everywhere, but I can’t. He has
my hands tied above my head and is still holding them there.

Jayson pulls his lips off of
mine and begins kissing under my chin, then my neck again. He bends slightly
and starts working his way down, gently sucking and biting. He takes one of my
nipples in his mouth, sucking it in and running the tip of his tongue over it.
He does the same to the other and starts kissing and nibbling my breasts,
making his way to the middle of my chest before sucking his way down the center
of my belly. He lets my hands drop, grips the elastic waist of my pants, and
skillfully pulls them down around my ankles. I lightly step each leg out and
rest my bound hands over his shoulders. He gets onto his knees and looks up
into my eyes.

Jayson kisses the front of my
panties then extends his tongue out, pressing it hard enough that I can feel
its heat and dampness through the silk of my underwear on my skin. His tongue
finds the slit in my lips and slides slowly back and forth, parting them as
much as they can through the fabric as he does. Jayson more forcibly sticks his
tongue into me so it’s almost inside, but still not touching my bare skin.

I pull his face closer to me as
best I can with my hands in their position. He looks up at me again, holding my
gaze, and slowly drags his tongue up above my panties and over my belly and
continues. When he reaches my chest, he takes my hands in his again and slowly
lifts them up over my head as he continues to lick his way up. His tongue
creeps back under my neck, over my chin, my lips, and into my mouth again.

I feel Jayson use his one hand
to quickly pull his shorts off. They are loose and fall to the floor. He drives
his hips into mine, pressing the head of his cock into the wet spot on my
panties. I moan into his mouth and pulls his hips back just enough to release
the pressure of his manhood. I push my hips forward, looking for more. Not
being able to touch him is torture.

He presses into me again, and again,
repeating the motion. I feel the length of his shaft sliding back and forth
between my lips over my panties that are now wet from a mixture of the moisture
from his mouth and my own pleasure.

Jayson stops kissing me and in
one slick movement, turns me back around to face the window. My hands are still
above my head and he is now behind me. I feel his naked body against my
backside.

Jayson leans on me with just
enough pressure to pin my arms up against the window without holding them
there. He reaches around and takes my breasts into his hands, massaging them as
he positions the shaft of his hard cock between the top of my legs and pulls my
body back into his.

He begins to thrust his hips
back and forth again, teasing me some more. I feel the length of Jayson’s long,
hard cock moving between my thighs. Each time I feel it pulsing against my
pussy, I push back into him, trying to force him inside me even though my
panties are in the way.

Jayson takes one hand from my
breast and moves it down my belly, sliding it over my underwear. I tilt my head
to one side as his warm lips start kissing my neck again. He finds my clit with
one of his fingers and begins to massage it as he continues to slowly move
himself forward and back between my thighs that are now tightening around him.

He starts moving his hand
faster, pressing harder into my clit as he shifts his finger back and forth
over it. Every part of my body he is touching is completely aroused. One hand
is massaging my breasts, one is on my pussy, and his shaft is between my legs.
I start to quiver and a low moan escapes my throat as he sucks harder on my
neck. My fingers clench against the window.

“Do you like that, Ashley?”
Jayson says softly in my ear.

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.
He moves his hand under the elastic of my panties. I am so wet already that he
easily slips one finger into my moist slit and I moan, louder now.

“You’re so fucking hot, Ashley.
I could touch you like this all night,” he says, sliding a second finger inside
me and pulling my body closer into him at the same time.

“No,” I reply. Jayson slows the
pace of his hands down but continues to rub my breasts and finger me under my
panties.

“No? You want me to stop?” he
asks, although he’s not stopping.

“I feel so good. I want to touch
you, too. I can’t,” I answer in short breaths, opening my hands against the
window, reminding him they are bound there.

Jayson laughs softly in my ear.
“Oh, no. I want to pleasure you tonight. Just enjoy.” Then he quickens his
pace, pumping into me again. I moan in response. I have nothing left to do but
give in.

Jayson uses one finger to play
with my clit and teases me with the others. He has just the tips of two of his
other fingers inside me, caressing one spot. He is making me weak in the knees.
Sensing my pleasure, he speeds up the pace of his motions. I push my hands
forcefully into the window, forcing my body back into him, because it’s all I
can do.

With his fingers still moving
inside and one tweaking my clit, I am on the edge of ecstasy. Jayson pulls on
my nipple with his other hand that was fondling my breasts and I explode.

“Oh, Jayson,” I say in a
throaty voice as my juices flow over his hand. I know he can feel my moist heat
on his cock that is still pressed between my legs. My body gently shakes from
rapture. I move my hands down the window slowly and place them back between my
thighs. I’m able to get them around the bottom of his shaft and I grip him as
he thrusts forward. He moans at the sensation of my hands around him, but gently
takes them in his and moves them back up to the window.

“I told you no, Ashley,” Jayson
reprimands me. “Don’t be a bad girl.” I already feel frisky and he is driving
me crazy with all the teasing, so I try to reach my hands down again. He
catches me and takes my hands in his, forcing them back up on the window and
holding them there this time.

“I told you not to be bad,
Ashley,” Jayson says, fingering me harder now. He has three fingers moving in
sync inside me. I gasp from the sensation and the sound of his voice, which is
really turning me on. I’ve never had a man talk dirty to me like this before.

“What happens to bad girls?” I
ask eagerly. Jayson doesn’t answer, but he laughs behind me. Suddenly he takes
both of his hands and grips the top of my panties, yanking them down. He pulls
my hips back so I am bent over. I press my hands into the window to steady
myself and look out at all the lights over the city. I hear something tear and
realize Jayson must be putting on a condom.

Before I have too much time to
think about it, he takes a hold of my hips and thrusts himself inside me. I am
already so wet that he is able to slide the entire length of his cock in
effortlessly.

A deep groan escapes my mouth
as the tip of his cock reaches as far in as it can go. Jayson pulls himself out
just slightly, and then softly pushes back in.

“Oh, Ashley,” Jayson moans,
“your pussy feels so fucking sweet.” He starts rotating his hips in a small
circular motion and then pulls himself back out, leaving just the tip inside of
me. He lingers for a moment and then he starts to fuck me.

He begins with just the tip,
teasing me again. He pulls it out and pushes it back between my lips, letting
the head rub against me as it goes in and out. He already knows the spot just
past my lips that drives me wild. The head of his cock keeps pressing against
it over and over again as he thrusts faster, still only giving me the tip. He
is holding me steady by my hips, keeping me from pushing back into him. He
continues this motion, bringing me to the edge again.

When he feels me tighten around
him, Jayson pumps himself all the way inside, giving me the whole length of his
solid shaft. He is filling me up now, with his cock as far in as it can go. He
puts one hand on my back and the other on my hip and starts to fuck me, hard.

Jayson is grinding into me.
When he thrusts, it’s so deep that his hips are pressed into mine. He continues
the motion, giving me every inch of his manhood and taking it away. Each time
he enters me again, I gasp. He takes his hand off my hip and puts it back on my
breast, pulling my body upright into his. He keeps up his movement but now my
back is pressed into his chest and he is cupping both of my breasts in his
hands.

I join in his rhythm, grinding
my hips with his. We are almost dancing now, overlooking the city, working our
way to climax together this time. My hands fall in front of me as my body
starts to go limp. He moves my hair away from my neck and kisses me softly,
slowing the motion of his hips.

Jayson buries his cock deep
inside me and begins to gently move the tip working it around my inner walls.
He moves one hand back down and begins to massage my clit again in the same
rhythm. Then he quickens the pace again, rubbing harder and pulling and pushing
himself farther in and out. He is moving faster and going deeper, fucking me
harder again. My body tenses and tightens around him as I feel him start to
throb inside me.

His finger moves quickly over
my pulsing clit just as he thrusts deep inside me and I can’t take it anymore.

“Yes, Jayson, yes!” I cry out
in complete ecstasy, clenching around him, and spasming with the sweet
surrender. Jayson is pulling my body into his by my chest, releasing himself
inside of me.

“Oh, Ashley. Fuck. Yes!” he
calls, finally allowing himself to climax. He is squeezing my breast in his
hand, still pumping himself inside me but much slower now, relishing in every
last second of our passion.

We finally stop moving, but are
still swaying together. Jayson wraps his arms around me and loosens my bra from
my wrists. We are just standing there, smiling, in what feels like a slow
romantic dance over the city lights. He pushes my hair aside once again and
rests his chin on my shoulder. He takes my hands in his and entwines our
fingers, kissing me softly on the cheek.

“Do you have any idea how
amazing you are?” Jayson asks me. Without waiting for an answer, he turns me
around to face him, pulling me closer. He wraps his hands around my back and
rests them on my backside. I lay my head on his shoulder, still smiling and
exhausted. I put my hands around him and just stay there, enjoying the moment,
loving how Jayson makes me feel in every way.

After several moments pass, we
pick our clothing up from the floor and put our belongings back on. I’m smiling
and happy but spent both physically and emotionally. I take another look at the
view while I’m standing at the window. Jayson walks up next to me and takes my
hand in his. We stare out the window together, holding hands, and it feels
wonderful. Like we are exactly where we belong.

________

Since it is already late,
Jayson suggests that I spend the night. I agree, partly because I’m tired and
partly because I just want to. I feel comfortable with Jayson and I know he is
asking me to stay because he wants me to, not because he feels like it’s the
right thing to do.

We are sitting at the breakfast
bar again, having some water. Jayson reaches into a cabinet and takes out a bag
of popcorn. He opens it and holds the bag in front of me.

“I need a snack. Want some?” he
asks.

“Sure,” I reply, grabbing a
handful. We remain at the counter, munching on popcorn and drinking water like
it’s something we do every day. We aren’t really talking; just enjoying each
other’s company. I smile at him and he smiles back, then tosses another handful
of popcorn into his mouth.

“This is perfect, Ashley,”
Jayson says to me after he finishes chewing.

“Yeah. The popcorn is great,” I
reply with a wink.

“Seriously. You and me.
Together. We are perfect.” I chuckle. “What? Don’t you think so?”

“I think we can be great,” I
answer. “And even though I do believe you, I still have a hard time accepting
how you can change your ways so quickly.”

“You changed, too,” he answers.
“First you didn’t want to give me a chance. Then a couple of days ago, you
thought we should take it slow. Now, here you are enjoying some post-coital
popcorn with me.” Jayson tosses back another handful of popcorn with a
satisfied smile and I realize he’s right. Maybe that’s why I can believe him, because
I changed, too.