Stepbrother Wow! (Bad Boy Frat #1) (5 page)

CHAPTER
6

If I hadn’t gotten used to hanging out with Jaxon,
it would have been at least a little bit weird to find myself on the couch in
the Phi Kappa living room, all alone, watching the game with him. There had
been a few guys hanging out before, but the game wasn’t really all that
interesting. It was Patriots at Ravens, but it really wasn’t very thrilling at
all—even I had to admit that. “You know, I feel like the really big teams just
aren’t as much fun to watch,” I said to Jaxon. He shrugged.

“Sometimes if you get two really well-matched teams
it’s good, though.” I made a face.

“Well you either end up getting a shut-out game or
it’s like this, no one really scoring, no one really advancing. It’s a total
snooze-fest.” The few guys who had been hanging out to watch the game had gone
off on a beer run; they’d run out before the game even got properly started,
and Fred commented that with a game that boring you needed plenty of alcohol to
make it interesting. Everyone had piled into one of the cars to head to the
grocery store; only Jaxon and I had stayed behind. I had noticed that Jaxon had
looked in my direction when the guys invited me to pile in with them—“You’re
tiny enough to sit on someone’s lap, it’ll be fine,” Jeremy had said, giving me
a suggestive leer. I just shrugged and said that after the Pre-Cal exam I’d
taken that afternoon, I wanted nothing more than to sit on the couch and watch
TV. Jaxon said that he was watching the game to make sure the buddy he’d placed
a bet with wouldn’t try and welsh on him, and everyone had just accepted it and
left.

I was thinking that, even if I didn’t think Jaxon
was interested in me as a girlfriend or anything like that, he clearly wanted
to hang out with me. I didn’t know what to think about that; it was back and
forth, constantly, in my brain—so frustrating that more than once I’d almost
decided to just start turning down invitations to hang out. “What do you think
about the team making a trip out to the mountains next week? They say there’s
going to be pretty decent snow, and it’d be good to get some time in the actual
elements.”

“If we get the snow, then I’d say it’d be great.
It’s not that far, and I’m better on actual snow anyway.” Jaxon nodded.

“I’ll ask the others what they think. I want us to
have as much of an edge going into the first competitions as possible. The more
points we can get early on the better our overall score will be.” We started
talking about the game, arguing about a call—I thought the ref was totally
blind; Jaxon took the position that it was valid. The game went to commercials
and we kept it up through the first one or two—but then it fizzled as we both
laughed at a stupid commercial for an insurance company.

We fell into a comfortable silence, and I was
thinking about the option that Jaxon had mentioned—hitting a mountain to get
practical experience in—when I saw him stretching against the back of my couch
in my peripheral vision. He pushed his arms over his head, yawning a little
bit, and I was surprised and not surprised all at the same time when I saw him
look around to make sure no one was watching, and then drop his arm on the back
of the couch, along my shoulders. I looked at him with a grin, raising my
eyebrow as he pulled me just slightly closer to him on the seat, his hand
resting against my arm.

I snickered, shaking my head. “
Dude,
that
is the oldest, lamest trick in the book.” Jaxon glanced at me
like
he was surprised to find that his arm was around me,
and grinned.

“What makes you think I’m trying to pull you?” he
said, shrugging. “Maybe my arms are just tired and you’re in the way.”

“You’d have left it on the couch back if that was
the case,” I pointed out, looking up at him. My heart was beating faster in
spite of my taunts. It would be stupid not to admit at least to myself that
Jaxon was hot, and I definitely admired his athletic skills and the fact that
he was actually pretty smart, under his playful pranking personality.

“You make a good armrest—hey, maybe that could be
your function in the frat! You could just sit there and whoever needs to rest
his arms can use your shoulders.” I rolled my eyes.

“You aren’t just resting your arm; you’re trying to
make a pass at me. A lame pass, but a pass nonetheless.”

“Hey, it wouldn’t be the oldest trick in the book if
it didn’t work. You’re blushing, Mia. You know you think I’m hot.” I shook my
head, rolling my eyes in spite of the smile that still curved my lips.

“I’m not the one who complains about someone being a
distraction,” I told him, sticking out my tongue and poking him in the ribs.
Jaxon let out a protesting yelp, grabbing at my hands.

“I’ll get you for that,” he told me. He pulled my
hands up by the wrists, gripping them in one hand as he used the other to
tickle my ribs, my belly, down to almost my hips, making me squirm and laugh
out loud.

“Stop!
Stop—stop!” I was breathless, shaking and fighting to get away from him,
laughing in spite of myself.

“Admit you have the
hots
for me,” Jaxon demanded, continuing to tickle me relentlessly. “Admit you’re
just jealous of all the girls I’ve hooked up with and
that’s
why you don’t hang out with them.” I shook my head, almost shrieking with
laughter, still trying to get away.

“Fine, fine, fine… you’re hot, you big dummy,” I
shouted finally when I couldn’t stand any more tickling. Jaxon’s wriggling
fingers stopped. “But I am not at all jealous of those stupid girls you hook up
with.”

“Good enough,” he said with a grin, peering into my
eyes, holding my gaze for a moment. He leaned in and before I could even catch
my breath, he was kissing me, his hands no longer tickling but pulling me
closer to him on the couch. My heart was racing even faster—I would never have
thought in a million years that Jaxon would actually make a move on me—and for
a moment I was too shocked to do anything at all. But after a few moments,
Jaxon began to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past my lips and into my
mouth, and I snapped back to myself, kissing him back hungrily, letting my
hands trail over his broad shoulders, his muscled chest. His hands started to
move over my body too, tickling my waist, gripping my hips, moving upward to
cup my breasts.

I knew it would be a mistake to sleep with a guy
from the frat, but the way he made my body feel urged me on.

Jaxon sank down onto the couch, bringing me with
him, his hands slipping underneath my tee shirt to brush against my skin. I was
on fire, tingling all over, my blood roaring in my ears like waves crashing on
the beach as the kiss got hotter and hotter. Jaxon’s fingers tugged down the
fabric of my bra, and I made a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine when
he found my nipple my touch, giving it a quick twist with his fingers that sent
a white-hot jolt of pleasure through me. I was soaking wet already, turned on
in a matter of minutes, everything else in the world completely gone out of my
brain as Jaxon moved from one breast to the other, teasing and massaging as my
pussy tightened, my whole body going tense with need. He stopped—and I almost
broke the kiss to ask what was wrong, before I felt his hands trailing
down
my abs, finding the hem of my tee shirt. He pulled it up,
tugging it over my head, and I pulled away from his lips just long enough to
keep us both from getting tangled in it.

I gasped as Jaxon ducked his head down and lifted my
breast up to his mouth at the same time, claiming my nipple with his lips. He
sucked and licked, and I heard breathy little moans leaving my lips, felt
myself trembling as I got more and more turned on—more turned on than I’d ever
been in my entire life, writhing on top of him and hungry for more. He switched
to my other breast, reaching around to my back and finding the clasp on my bra
to unhook it. I was touching him all over, able to feel the hard ridge of his
cock pressing against me as I squirmed, trying to find the bottom of his shirt
to get him out of it. Jaxon laughed and somehow wriggled out
 
it, giving me just a second to appreciate the
sight of him shirtless—the light spattering of light brown hair across his
chest, his nipples standing up, the ripple of muscle under his smooth skin—before
he dove back in, nuzzling into my cleavage before he started teasing my breasts
once more.

His hands moved down to my jeans and I shivered as
his fingertips tickled me, slipping just underneath the waistband of my pants,
caressing and teasing. Jaxon unbuttoned and unzipped my fly and I started
kissing and nibbling at the column of his throat, unable to think of
anything—not even caring about the game anymore, not even caring that the other
guys could show up again at any moment—other than my absolute need to get him
naked, to feel him inside of me. We’d been flirting for so long, teasing each
other; in spite of the fact that I’d told myself through the weeks that it
meant nothing at all, I couldn’t help noticing how hot he was, I couldn’t help
wishing that something could come of it. Jaxon’s hand slid down under the
waistband of my panties and I gasped as his fingers brushed against my slick
folds, feather-light at first and then firmer, pressing and stroking up and
down. I moaned against his neck as he found my clit, sinking my teeth into the place
where his shoulder started; Jaxon groaned, rubbing my pleasure center in tight
little circles. “Fuck, Mia, you’re soaking wet,” he said, his voice not even
above a whisper, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re so fucking hot, girl—so
hot and wet, fuck.” His fingers moved down and I squirmed as he divided his
attention between stroking my clit and rubbing along my inner labia, teasing me
with the tip of his finger.

I was shivering against him, pushing my hips down,
and moaning as quietly as I could manage as Jaxon slipped one finger into me
slowly, pressing past the initial resistance of my body and plunging it deeper
and deeper, even as his thumb worked my clit steadily. “Mm, you’re so tight,
god, Mia,” Jaxon murmured, moving his finger in and out, rubbing along my inner
walls until I couldn’t think of anything at all, just shiver and twist and
writhe with my need for more.

I came back to myself again with a jolt as he turned
me over and pinned me against the blanket-covered leather. Jaxon tugged my
jeans down over my hips, taking my panties with them; he pulled them down to my
knees and pushed my legs open, spreading them wide and leaving me all but
naked, panting and burning up with heat. I smiled up at him as he looked down,
taking in my breasts shaking on my chest from how hard I was panting, the
sprawl of my legs, the sight of my soaking wet pussy. “I’m going to be really
distracted now,” he said in a murmur, shaking his head. He grinned then and
darted down between my legs, shifting until he had his arms up underneath my
thighs, holding them spread. He looked up at me for just a moment before he
buried his face against my pussy, moaning as he nuzzled me. The first flicker
of his tongue along my soaking wet folds made me moan, and in an instant I was
twisting and squirming under him, my hips moving in instinct as he pressed
against me harder.

Jaxon licked up and down along the length of my
labia, tasting me, exploring, teasing—until I was on edge, ready to say
whatever he might have wanted, if he would just give me what had become an
absolute need. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand any more torture, he
brought the tip of his tongue up to my clit, flicking and lapping, attacking
the sensitive little bead and sending shockwaves of pleasure shooting through
me. I reached down and held onto his shoulders, ran my fingers through his
hair, words tumbling out of my lips without me even knowing what they were as
he moved up and down—teasing my clit with his tongue and then slipping down to
my inner labia, probing and tasting me before he moved back up to where I
really wanted him. He kept me in suspense for what felt like hours as I arched
and pitched, tilting my hips and grabbing at him to get better contact.

Jaxon moaned against me, the sound sending vibrations
against my clit as he sucked it between his lips, focusing all his efforts on
my pleasure center. I cried out as I felt him teasing me lower with two
fingers, rubbing and stroking and then plunging them deep into my pussy all at
once, filling me up while I tightened around him in a spasm of pleasure. He
worked me with his fingers and his lips until I was absolutely mindless,
moaning and crying out, jolts of hot and cold sensation crackling through my
veins, dancing up and down my nerves. I hit my orgasm, digging my nails into
his skin, arching almost clean off of the couch as the first waves of pleasure
hit me with the force of high tide. Jaxon kept it up through my whole climax,
sucking and licking, filling my ears with sucking, greedy sounds and moans that
made it even hotter, even more of a turn-on as more and more waves of pleasure
washed through me.

He stopped when I sagged against the couch, for a
moment completely spent, unable to do anything but struggle to catch my breath.
As he slithered up against my body, moving up along my torso, I saw him licking
his lips clean of the last of my fluids and then he was kissing me, touching me
with warm hands that were somehow soothing and teasing all at the same time.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he told
me, cupping one of my
breasts and giving it a squeeze
. “Think you can handle me, Mia?” I was
confused—for just a moment, my brain a million miles away. I felt his erection
digging against my hip and suddenly understood in a flash.