Stepbrother Soldier: A Forbidden Military Romance Novel (27 page)

10

The next morning, I woke with a start a little before 8. The sun was
low but, being California, it was warm. Whether it was force of habit or my
subconscious acting up, I went straight to my bedroom window and looked down on
the pool.

It was empty. I couldn’t help but feel disappointed. I looked down for
a while longer, thinking about everything. Then, I saw him come out of the
guestroom. Like all those mornings that now felt so long ago, his long, ripped
body seemed to shine in the sun.

In the end, when I look back, I can tell you the exact moment that I
made the decision that I hadn’t even known I was trying to make. It was when I
saw him stand at the edge of the pool, looking down at the water. Suddenly, as
though drawn to me like a magnet, he looked up, right into my bedroom window.
It was almost as though he were saying “I know you’re there. I know you’ve
watched me. I’ve always known.”

Throwing on my bathrobe, I slipped down the stairs and out the front
door; I didn’t want Jay to see me, so I cut around the house, where hedges
obscured the view of the pool. Sneaking around the back of the guesthouse, I
let myself in through the back door. This was actually the first time I’d been
inside, and I was amazed at how austere it was. There was a king-size bed in
the center of the small building, with a kitchen area and bathroom attached. A
small living space with a bookshelf, TV, and coffee table turned it into a sort
of studio apartment.

Now what I was actually in the guesthouse, I wasn’t sure how to best
set myself up for success. First, I dropped the bathrobe, revealing my naked
body. I thought the bathrobe lying on the floor looked dirty, so I picked it up
and brought it into the bathroom. There was a full-length mirror in the
bathroom, and I couldn’t help but admire myself in it.

I’d always known that I had an attractive body, but it wasn’t until my
first time with Jay that I actually found myself sexy. I looked at my naked
form, turning around to look at my small, plump, tight ass. I reached up and
toyed with my round breasts, enjoying their perfect size, just large enough to
fondle. I traced a finger down my belly; I began to feel more aroused as I
touched myself, closing my eyes to imagine Jay’s hands instead of my own.

I didn’t have time to stand around in the bathroom, though. I walked
back into the main room and decided to give him a show when he came in.

I perched myself on the counter, heart thudding hard. How had this
happened? How had I become this person? This person who was lusty, desirable,
desiring.
I slipped my hand between my
legs, touching the warm, wet surface of my pussy. I closed my eyes and imagined
Jay’s hand taking the place of my own hand.

I heard the door to the guesthouse open and shut and opened my eyes,
taking in the whole wet, gleaming length of Jay as he stood before me, the look
of shock on his face priceless. He was still dripping from the pool and I
shuddered as I pleasured myself, teasing him with my movements and moaning.
 
His eyes grew dark and hungry.

My fingers gently teased my clit, gliding up and down; sending
electric vibrations through my body.
 
Raising my head our eyes connected, I let out a shuddering breath as I
smiled at him devilishly, holding my lower lip between my teeth.

“Are you going to
stand there or help me out?” Jay was closing the distance between us even as I
spoke.
 
The fire in his eyes left me
feeling hot, desperate for him to touch me, everywhere.
 
He slowly leaned in, kissing my
shoulder. His hot breath cascaded around my neck and down my chest, bringing my
senses to the surface.
 
His soft
hands moved slowly upon my thighs, putting pressure on the inside of my legs
with his body.
 
He encircled my
waist, bringing me to the edge of the counter.

I could feel his
growing hardness against my pussy as it strained against his swimming trunks. I
leaned back, resisting his hold around my waist, wanting to feel his kisses all
over my fresh, nubile body. He began to kiss lower, his lips moving from my
neck to my breasts to my stomach.

I was waiting for
his mouth to find my throbbing pussy, but his fingers made their way
first.
 
He cupped my moist mound
with his hand, gentle applying pressure to my clit; only entering with his
finger tip.
 
My body responded, my
hips arching forward asking him to enter me more.

“You’re so wet,” he
whispered, calling to mind memories of our first time, how rough and raw it had
been. The memory sent me into another world and I reached for his head,
tangling my hand in his hair. I pushed his head toward me, just as he had
pushed my own head onto his throbbing cock.
What
goes around comes around,
I thought to myself as I felt him complying, his
head just inches from my exposed pinkness as I pulled him in even further.

As his tongue
plunged into my waiting slit, my arms spread out, hands reaching for something
to hold on to.
 
I sent papers and
books flying from the counter top and heard a glass crash to the floor;
everything felt so similar, so strangely reminiscent of the classroom, yet so
different: this time, I was in control. His tongue lapped upwards to my clit
and I felt his hand pressed against my pussy again, the tip of his middle
finger just entering me.

I thrust my hips
upwards, my body asking him to take me, and he plunged his finger inside me. In
and out, slowly but forcefully, he pushed in with his finger, fucking me. My
pussy was hot and wet, pushing itself onto his hand, asking for more. His
tongue circled my clit, caressing it; tasting it. He gently sucked and licked
my clit while sliding his finger in, then I suddenly felt his finger crook into
a come-hither position. He pushed firmly against my pussy, hitting some spot
deep inside me that felt like the center of my very being.

Jay suckled my clit
while pressing firmly against the newly discovered spot, and I felt like my
body was going to lift off from the counter and levitate to the ceiling. My
mouth dropped open but all that came out was a near-silent croaking sound as my
pussy released around his finger, my clit jumping and sending pulsations of
ecstasy through my body, my thighs clenching around Jay’s head. This time
around, my climax felt almost gentle, almost soft, but it left my body tingling
with heightened anticipation for what was to come.

Jay slowly pulled
his fingers away from my slit, but his mouth remained on my tender flesh,
licking the juices from me like an oasis in a desert. His long tongue probed my
slit, caressing the walls, enveloping me in warmth and pleasure. I could feel
my pussy come alive, throbbing and aching as he teased me with his tongue,
darting it in and out slowly. I still had his head clutched to me but released
it, leaning back and savoring the heavenly feeling of his tongue in my wet
slit.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as
Jay worshipped my pink mound.
This is
more like it,
I thought, relishing the way he was treating me like a
goddess, a present, above him in every way. I glanced down and saw him looking
up at me, his eyes wild with desire. The look drove me over the edge and I
didn’t want him to fuck me gently, with his tongue, anymore.

“Fuck me, Jay,” I
whispered, running my hand through his long dark hair. He wasted no time
preparing; his cock was already bulging from his swim trunks and I could feel
his pulse pounding when he reached out and grabbed me around the waist. In a
single motion, he had pulled his pants down, revealing his gigantic, throbbing
cock, and lifted me from the counter.

He held me,
impossibly strong, with no quiver or hesitation from his bulging muscles. I
could feel the tip of his cock pressed against my pussy, my clit rubbing gently
against his lean torso. I grabbed onto his shoulders to support myself as he
slowly lowered me down, stretching me entirely, filling my aching pussy with
his massiveness. I could feel the walls of my pussy clench around him, sucking
him in deeper.

My back arched of
its own accord, pleasure seeping through me and tickling every nerve in my
body. I sighed in satisfaction as he lowered me down completely, every inch of
him nestled into my tight, warm slit. It was like being touched right to my
very core. My thighs clenched around his waist as he stumbled backwards onto
the bed that sat in the center of the room, falling backwards.

The way I bounced
on his cock ignited red hot flames in my body and I immediately began to ride
him, thrusting my hips up and down on his cock. He grunted and grabbed onto my
hips, helping me ride him by pushing me up and pulling me down, his cock
piercing me with brilliant strokes of ecstasy. I dug my nails into his shoulders
for balance as he moved his hips in time with my own.

Suddenly, I felt
his grip on my hips tighten and he began to slow me down, keeping me from
riding him too quickly, forcing me into a deliciously agonizing pace that
seemed to make my desire even more crazed. He pulled me up high above him,
almost pulling out completely, before lowering me again, gently allowing his
cock to caress every inch of my sensitive pussy.

Looking down at
him, I could see that the slower pace was giving him the same drawn-out
pleasure that it was giving me. I could feel pressure rising inside me again,
more intense this time. He moved me up and down on his cock easily, his strong
arms controlling my pace, keeping me in check as tension built and built in my
muscles.

Suddenly, he rolled
me over and straddled me, his cock now poised, massively erect, above me,
grazing my pussy enough to make me moan again.
 
With an upward sway he sunk his cock
back in; the new position allowed him to penetrate me even deeper than before. I
grabbed at his buttocks, pulling him to me, forcing him to go faster.
 
My nails scratched at him, moving up his
back, digging in.

He leaned forward,
his mouth meeting mine, our tongues swirling together as he thrust into me. It
felt like every inch of our bodies were one, that we were perched on an
infinite cliff, bound forever by pleasure. The tension built and built in my
limbs; I could feel him brushing against my clit with each stroke, sending me
into further throes as my face began to glow with warmth.

“Come for me,” he
growled into my ear; the words were hot, guttural, commanding, and as soon as
he uttered them I felt the wave breaking inside me, the tension springing from
my muscles, my cries of pleasure sounding distant as I bucked underneath him,
nails digging even deeper into his flesh. The raw, masculine scent of him
filled my nose as I blacked out in bliss, aware only of the electricity that
was dancing through my body as my pussy clenched over and over again on his
huge cock.

I felt Jay slip out
of my now-drenched pussy, and though I tried, weakly, to keep him inside me he
was too strong for me. I watched him as he gently stroked his still-hard cock,
his eyes running over my body from head to toe. I crawled onto all fours before
him, eying his dick, wanting to feel him come for me the way he’d made me come.

Reaching out, I
grabbed his cock and replaced his own hand, stroking it from base to head
before leaning in and licking the tip, circling the head with my tongue. Jay
pushed my hair back and I could feel his eyes looking down on me, relishing the
view of me on all fours, ass in the air. I looked up at him with a grin as I
licked the head of his cock like an ice-cream cone.

His body shook
slightly and I leaned forward, taking more of him into my mouth, my lips
stretching to accommodate his girth. I felt his hands fall to my head, stroking
my hair, applying gentle pressure as I inched down, slowly, taking more and
more of his cock into my young, wet throat.

His hips pushed up,
asking me to take more; I engulf him as much as I can, sucking, stroking,
licking him. I feel the pressure building in him with my mouth around him, I
slowed my rhythm and suckled the head again. Sucking him like this was,
amazingly, getting me turned on again, even after having had two orgasms
already. Suddenly, Jay pushed me away; I landed in a kneeling position, arms
out to catch myself.

Before I could even
take a breath, Jay had grabbed me by the waist and turned me around, so that I
was on all fours in front of him, my dripping pussy exposed to him as he once
more pushed into me. His cock stretched my still-tight pussy as he thrust
downwards, hitting new places inside me. I pumped my hips against his, feeling
the head of his cock throbbing and growing inside me.

I could feel him
straining behind me, his pace quickening with each thrust, his cock driving
deeper and deeper in a frenzy. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into
them, as his dick filled me with ecstasy. I pressed my face into the sheets,
only able to murmur and whimper as he abused my body.