STEPBROTHER Love 2 (2 page)

I took it in my hands and tried aiming it for where I so wanted it to go.

I felt the head of him push against the entrance to my pussy.  I felt my vaginal lips contract, giving it a kiss.

That’s when Joshua pushed up and away from me, pulling his hips back from me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, reaching for him.

He gazed down at me, his eyes glazed with lust, his mouth slack with passion.  Those lips of his so red, from kissing me, from eating me out.

I wanted to be kissing those lips again.  I couldn’t get enough of those lips.

And I wanted him inside me.

He shook his head and his eyes sharpened to near normal, the heat in them still there, but not overwhelming the faded green, or the intelligence there.

Oh boy, I must have had it bad if I was waxing rhapsodic about Joshua’s intelligence.

But he is smart
, my inner voice sang in my head,
he’s choosing you!

For tonight…

I pushed that voice back where it belonged, locked in a box and thrown down a very deep, dark well.

He was mine, if only for tonight.

Or forever… whatever.

“What’s wrong?” I repeated, wanting him to be… to be fucking me, not looking lost and confused.

Oh, but he looked so sexy with that look on his face.

Of course, it could be the hair I’d messed up… or that he didn’t have a shirt on… or that his beauteous prick was hard and jerking in my direction.

He leaned back on his knees and wiped his brow with his forearm.

“Protection,” he said, and then hopped off the bed and walked over to his chest of drawers.  He opened the top drawer and pulled out a strip of condoms.

I smiled… and let out a sigh that sounded suspiciously like a giggle.  The sight of him, with his hard-on sticking out of his open jeans, holding up that strip of condoms, just struck me as funny.

Joshua got this look in his eyes.  Deadly serious.

I didn’t recognize him for a moment.

He pushed his jeans down in one fluid motion and stepped out of them, leaving them in a puddle on the carpet.

I felt myself start to hyperventilate just looking at him.  So… my god, I didn’t have words enough to do justice to Joshua completely naked.

He was breathtaking.

He walked to the bed, his hard cock swaying with every step.  The bed bounced as he crawled onto it, pulling me to him by my legs, and pressing his hardness against my pussy again.

“Rule number one,” he said as he tore the foil packet open with his teeth, pulled out the rather large condom, and then rolled it over the tip and down the hefty shaft of his prick.

I licked my lips.  I was suddenly hungry to taste that thing between his legs.  But I wanted it inside me more…
much more
.

“Never laugh at a man when he’s hard.”  His eyes practically shimmered with heat as he lined himself up with my opening and pushed slowly into me.

I gasped as the tingling promise of pleasure turned to a sharp, searing pain.

Oh god, oh god, oh god!

I tried to tell him it hurt, and to pull out of me.

But I couldn’t. 

The moment I took a breath to do so, he pushed further into me, filling me slowly, oh so very slowly, until I was sure my vagina would split in half.

I was going to die…   

He churned his hips and his cock slid in and out of me, in and out and in and out.  Small movements, but they felt too harsh, too deep.

“Most guys would’ve gone soft if you’d laughed at their wood,” Joshua growled as he leaned closer and stared into my eyes, his hips still churning, grinding his crotch against mine.

“Joshhh…”  I moaned in a hoarse whisper.

“But I’ve never had that problem.” He pushed into me further—my god, there was more of him?—making me gasp and hiccup like an asthmatic.  He thrust into me hard enough that I lost my breath completely. 

“Just…”

Another thrust. 

“Makes me…” 

Again, and I felt my pussy abruptly gape open, welcoming him inside me. 

“Harder…”

And again.

This time my vagina tightened, grasping hold of him as he pulled outward, and then opening obediently as he rammed back into me.

He reached down and pinched one of my nipples, hard, making me yelp like a stunned animal.  But that just made my vagina open up further for him, and my hips thrust up as he thrust down into me again.

“Oh yeah, baby…
princess
.  That’s how you take it.”

He lunged in and kissed me, hard and hot and wet, our tongues entwining, his lips rubbing mine raw, as his body flexed and contracted and pounded itself into me.

My legs wrapped themselves around his waist involuntarily, trying to keep him from pulling out of me.

He leaned back on his haunches again, this time making his hard prick push even further into me, hitting a wall somewhere inside me, a pain that was as much pleasure as anything else.  He ran his hands over my breasts, squeezing them, and then leaning down to lick and bite them.

His hands traveled down my body, over my ribs, down my stomach to my hips.

As he slowly pushed in and out of me, his cock now slick with my juices, making a muffled sound as it moved in and out of me, he worked my pussy with his fingers.  Rubbing at that magic nub of flesh, and massaging the vaginal lips that held his cock in their embrace.

Somehow the wave of ecstasy that had nearly drowned me earlier had been held off by all the many, many things Joshua had been doing to me.

But now… well, that wave felt like a tsunami surging toward me.

I tried to pull his hands from their work.  The thought of dying again in a wave of pleasure threw me into a panic.

My god, I wasn’t ready for another orgasm!

Joshua smiled down at me, his lips curling into a nearly cruel expression.

“Don’t worry, princess,” he said as he grabbed me up off the mattress and held me up against him, so I was skewered on his long, thick, fleshy spike.  “There’s more to come.”

His hands slid down my back and took hold of my bottom, grasping my cheeks hard enough to make me yip again.

It was mortifying to make such noises…   

But then he started pulling me up and down on his shaft.

I melted against his body, barely able to hold onto him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders as he raised and lowered me on him.

“Joshua!” I cried out as he stopped the slow up and down motion and replaced it with him pounding himself up into me, over and over and over again.

The wave… no, the
waves
crashed down on me, turning me into a quivering, mindless mass of flesh.  The world started to black out, my entire world boiled down to just him. 

Just Joshua. 

Joshua fucking me.

Joshua loving me…

And that was what I was thinking, falling against his chest.  He held me as I spasmed and groaned incoherently.

“Joshua… I love you.”

Chapter 2

I must have passed out, because when next I opened my eyes Joshua had a cold cloth held to my forehead, and a sheet tucked up around me, covering my naked body.

His expression was so serious, until he saw me looking at him, and then a genuine smile spread across his lips. 

“You had me scared, princess.” He moved to lean down to me, hesitated, but then went ahead and kissed me softly on the lips.  “You ate today, right?”

I nodded.  “Had two helpings of mom’s breakfast casserole.”

I loved how he was looking at me.

And then he got this look, part questioning, part the old smug Joshua.

“You mean I fucked you until you blacked out?”

I cringed.  I may have actually said the F-word now, but Joshua could be so crude.

“I… ummm… well, I didn’t mean to say it like that.”  He looked so damn sexy looking all uncomfortable and guilty.  “I, just… wow, I didn’t know I was that good.”

I burst out laughing.  How could he be self-deprecating and egotistical at the same time!

“You’re such a tool,” I said.  But inside my mind was chanting
Love him… Love him… Love Joshua.

He pushed a lock of my hair behind my ear and smiled—that smug smile that meant he thought he had the upper hand.

“Yeah, but I’m the tool you’re in love with.”

What?

“No, I’m not.  I didn’t say that!”

And I hadn’t… had I?

“You were saying it when you passed out.”  He imitated what I must have looked like as I blacked out in his arms, his head lolling back, his eyes rolling up in his head.  He even bit his lip, which just made me want to kiss him—and bite that lip myself… hard.

In a breathless stage whisper he moaned, “Joshua… I love you.”

Oh crap…

I remembered thinking those exact words right before I blacked out.

Crap, crap, double crap!

“So,” he said, interrupting my inner
Crap-Fest
. “You want me to fuck you, and you love me.”  He waggled his eyebrows at me.  Add that to his infuriating smile, and I wanted to haul off and punch him in his perfect, straight white teeth.  “Anything else you’d like to confess?”

Yes, you’re an asshole. 

“I was delirious,” I said instead.

His eyebrows rose again and stayed there.  “Delirious?”

I made my face a blank and nodded.  “I must still be ill from last night.” I looked at him with a hard stare.  “Why?  Did I do something strange?”

He scooted back away from me, an unsure look on his face.  “Strange?”

I leaned up and said, “Yeah, strange… like, did I do something out of character, something I would never, ever… hey, why are you naked?”

Joshua grabbed a pillow and held it over his privates.

I looked down at myself and gasped.

“Why am I naked?”  I put some exasperation in my voice, and looked at him with the widest eyes I could.  “Joshua, what happened?”

His shocked expression abruptly changed, morphing into a knowing grin and hungry wolf eyes.

“Nice,” he said, and then lunged for me, kissing my lips like a man possessed… that was until he pulled me off guard and sprawled me over his lap.

He smacked my ass.

It stung, but it felt good too, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

“Just remember…” He smacked my ass again, just a little harder, letting his hand linger on the flesh of my butt for a moment.  “Little princesses that try to pull shit over on their older, wiser stepbrother, get their sweet, milky white asses beat.” 

Smack!

I felt my nipples harden and my pussy warm and become wet.

He flipped me around again, this time until I was sitting up on his lap, his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me against him.

It felt so damned good.

I leaned my head against his chest, and then wriggled my bare ass against his semi-hard cock.

He groaned.  “Just a minute ago you were passed out from sexual exertion…” he nipped at my throat with his teeth.  “And now you want to go for round two?”

I took his earlobe in my mouth, biting down ever so gently.

“Round two… three… whatever…”

Joshua sighed in defeat as I kissed and nibble at his ear.  I felt his cock stiffen against my backside.  I wanted to shift my ass around until his spongy hard cock slid up inside me again.

I had never felt more alive than when Joshua was fucking me.

I needed to feel that way again, and now.

He pulled away from me and scooted off the bed, holding his hands out in a non-threatening gesture.

I reached for him but he stepped farther away.

“You’ve passed out twice in twenty-four hours.  I think you need some rest… and some dinner.”

More food?

But just then my stomach growled like a ravenous wolverine.

“Food sounds good.”  I eyed him.  “Can you actually cook?”

Joshua shrugged as he picked up his jeans from the floor and pulled them on.

I felt a twinge of disappointment.  He was covering up his gorgeous, sexy body.

There should be a law against Joshua wearing clothing.

“I’ve been known to cook a few select dishes—cereal, Ramen, mac and cheese.”

My nose wrinkled at the thought of mac and cheese.  I hated it, always had.

“But,” he continued as he jostled his still hard penis into his jeans and pulled up the zipper of his fly. “I was thinking about the Applebee’s not ten minutes down the road.”

I sat up in excitement and the sheet covering me fell, exposing my nakedness.

Joshua’s eyes turned molten, burning with want and need.

I pulled the sheet up over my breasts again and his eyes cooled down again.

“Do they still have that—?”

“Steak topped with mozzarella and shrimp?” he finished for me.

“Yeah…”  I licked my lips just thinking about that juicy, utterly delectable steak, the ooey gooey cheese and garlic, topped off with succulent pink shrimp.  “And don’t forget—”

“The loaded mashed potatoes?”

I smiled.  He knew me so well.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.”

Somehow, he’d slipped on his sneakers and was now pulling his t-shirt on over his head, his rumpled hair looking sexy as hell, and the well-developed muscles of his torso looked good enough to eat as he pulled the t-shirt over them.

Lord, I was hungry.

And once we ate, I was going to have seconds of Joshua, whether he thought I was up for it or not.

He grabbed his keys from the top of his chest of drawers and then stopped in his tracks as I gazed at him.

He pointed and shook his head.  “It is looks like that that make men swerve into oncoming traffic!”

“What does that even mean?” I asked incredulously.

He shook his head some more and headed out the bedroom door.  “It means, don’t look at me when I’m driving.  You could get us both killed.”

I laughed as he disappeared through the door and I was alone.

I looked around me.

I was alone in Joshua’s room…

I leaned back on his mattress and stretched, rolling around in his bedding like a cat on a Persian carpet.  I pulled one of his pillows to me and buried my face in it, inhaling deeply of his scent.

I thought about how he’d pulled my panties off and then had sniffed them.

I had always thought that would gross me out, but when he’d done it, it was so freaking sexy.

And then he’d destroyed me with his tongue, and his lips, and his crazy fingers.

I curled up in his sheets and just let the moment and the memories of him fucking me wrap around me, lulling me to sleep.

But then I felt his hands on my thighs again, pulling them apart as he lowered his mouth onto my pussy.

Oh god, how that tongue flicked and teased and stabbed into my heated mound of flesh.

I gasped and started hyperventilating again, running my hands through Joshua’s hair.

“Cali,” he said.

Quite a trick, seeing as he was licking up into my vagina just then.

“Cali, wake up.”

My eyes opened and looked up to find Joshua standing there, fully dressed still, his face not buried in my crotch.

Damn… I hated dreams like that.

Especially dreams that were interrupted.

He was holding his phone out to me.

“It’s mom,” he said pointedly.  “She was worried about you since you weren’t answering your phone.”

“Mom?” I whispered, pulling the sheets up to my chin.

Joshua nodded.  “I told her I’ve been making sure you ate, and that you stayed in bed today.” 

He had a shit-eating grin on his face.

I reached out with both hands, one for the phone, the other to pinch his arm as hard as I could.

He made a pained face and slipped out of my grasp before I could find something else on him to pinch.

“Hi mom,” I said in the guiltiest voice I’d ever heard myself use.

“What’s wrong?” mom said immediately.  She could smell bullshit a mile away.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I tried to sound carefree.

Joshua put his hands over his face and started shaking with laughter.

Bastard…

“I just woke up is all… how’s Cancun?”

Mom hesitated, not quite sure I was really alright, but then she started telling me how blue the water was, and that they’d gone snorkeling and paragliding.

The thought of my mother underwater, or hanging a hundred feet over the ocean from a big kite kind of blew my mind.

I guess it was the blow Cali’s mind time of year.

She kept asking if I was okay, asking if I felt weak or dizzy anymore.

I didn’t tell her about blacking out while Joshua was…

Oh god, I could not even think that word when I was on the phone with my mother.

Ack!

“No, I’ve been feeling fine,” I said.  “Joshua has been… he’s been taking good care of me.” I could hear that damn guilt in my voice again.

So could Joshua, since he jumped up from where he’d been sitting and snatched the phone from my hand.

“And I just got us some Applebee’s to eat,” he said hastily.  “So we should get to it before it gets cold.”

Mom said something and Joshua smiled.  “Yes, I got her loaded mashed potatoes.  Do you think I don’t know my own sister?”

Something about Joshua calling me his sister after what we’d just done in his bed made my stomach do a nervous little roll.

Joshua looked at me and rolled his eyes.  “I know, I know.  Don’t worry.”  He gave me a hard, hot stare and licked his lips.  “I won’t let her out of my sight.”

That stare was not only scalding hot, but more than a little hypnotic.  I leaned back against his mattress and pulled the sheets up to my chin again.

He rang off from mom and leveled me with those pretty green eyes again.

And then he closed those eyes—with some effort it looked—and shook his head.

“Time to get our food on,” he said, and then with a smile and a little leer, “I think we’ll need our strength.”