Tease: A Stepbrother Romance (11 page)

“I love how wet you get,” he said

He ripped open the condom and slid it on. His lips closed over mine as his cock rubbed over my wetness. I felt the pressure of his tip against my entrance as he continued to kiss me.

“I’ll go slow. Let me know if it hurts,” he whispered.

His manhood pushed inside my pussy and I gasped. His eyes were full of concern and I nodded, letting him know I was okay.

“That’s not all of it,” he said as he thrust slowly.

My eyes widened as he pushed further into me. It didn’t hurt, but it heightened everything he did. My breathing quickened as he moved my hands over my head and held them.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned before moving his hips faster.

Each movement pushed me closer towards the edge. I didn’t think about what we were doing or that I always thought I should be in love, I was only responding to my body’s desires.
 
A moan escaped my lips.

He pulled my thigh up, entering me deeper. I cried out in pleasure as I dug my nails into his back.

“I’m close,” I whispered.

As his cock thrust into me faster, my pussy tightened around him as the wave of release hit me. I quivered underneath him as he squeezed my hands tightly as he came.

We lay there, panting in each other’s arms. He kissed me tenderly then pressed his nose against mine before collapsing beside me.

I thought about the things we had discussed, and there was something I was curious about.

“You never told me how many women you’ve been with,” I said.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said as he moved to his side, facing me.

“Why not? You know how many men I’ve been with.”

“We’re still on time out, right?”

“Yes.”

“It doesn’t matter because I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone I want to fuck as much as I want you.”

***

A couple days later, we were making sandwiches for lunch when Jagger came up from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed my neck and whispered into my ear.

“Time out.”

“Here?”

“Why not here? Why not everywhere? But that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what’s the time out for?”

“Because I was just thinking.”

“There’s no thinking in time out.”

“I know, but we’ve been playing house now for a few days and…never mind.”

“No, you can’t do that. What were you going to say?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s not a good idea.”

“We’re in time out, remember?”

“I was just thinking about how happy you make me.”

“I do?”

He nodded and buried his face in my hair.

“And I will do whatever it takes to make you happy, too.”

I turned around to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“How did you go from being such a prick to being a sweetheart?”

“Maybe I just needed you to straighten me out. Or maybe you just needed some of my prick.” He smirked.

“And just like that, you ruined it.”

“Ruined it? I made it better.”

“I hate you,” I said, laughing.

“I hate you more,” he said before kissing me.

***

For the next week, Jagger and I had time outs almost everywhere in the house. And even late one night in the pool. But after our parents got home from their honeymoon, things changed. We never felt our being together was bad even though we were now stepbrother and stepsister, but we didn’t think they’d feel the same way.

One afternoon, I was in the laundry room when Jagger came in and closed the door behind him. He gave me a half smile, his go-to move, and I knew what was coming next.

“Time out,” he said as he cocked his brow.

“No,” I hissed. “They’re right downstairs. What if someone comes up?”

“I can show you what’s up and tell you who’s going to come.” He unzipped his jeans.

I pulled him closer, but then remembered we weren't alone.

“Dammit, no, we can’t,” I said. “Maybe if they go out later, but I don’t want to get caught.”

“That’s part of the fun. Remember the coat check at the hotel?”

“Of course I do, but this is different.”

“Fine, you take the fun out of everything.”

He grinned and zipped up his jeans, then placed his hands on my neck as his lips covered mine. Our tongues moved against each other, and for a moment I forgot we weren’t alone in the house anymore.

“Sierra,” Mom called out from downstairs. “Are you doing a white wash? I have something that can go in there.”

I sighed as Jagger opened the laundry room door.

“Time in,” I said with a sigh.

Later that night, after our parents had gone to bed, Jagger let himself into my room.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered.

“It’s bedtime. We sleep together.”

“I want that too, but we can’t.”

“Yes, we can. I’ll go back to my room before they wake up.” He kissed then nibbled my neck. “What do you think?”

“I think I miss our time outs. Time out.”

He pulled my nightie off me, then quickly stepped out of his boxers. As I climbed onto the bed, he smacked my ass playfully.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“Shh, quiet, remember?

I rolled onto my back, and he pulled my panties off with one quick tug.

“You won’t be needing these,” he said as he climbed into bed.

He slid his arm under my head and brought me closer to him. His eyes looked sad as they met mine. He didn’t have to say what he was thinking, he couldn’t anyway, we were in time out. But I was horribly aware that our time was ticking down. Time out or not, our relationship had an expiration date.

“I know what you’re thinking, and you know that’s not allowed,” he said before kissing me tenderly.

His touch was gentler, less demanding than the other times we had been together. He held me close as he kissed me deeply. I clung to him, wishing he would never let me go.

Silently, he put a condom on and then brought me back into his embrace. With his eyes locked on mine, I felt the pressure of his cock against my entrance. His lips claimed mine as he thrust his cock into me. As he slowly pumped his hips, he continued to kiss me, only stopping to gaze into my eyes.

This time was different. With each thrust, I felt more emotion. Our first time we fucked, other times we had sex, but this time I was sure we were making love.

~ Eleven ~

Jagger

Every night since we made our deal, Sierra and I spent the night together. She wanted to slow things down when our parents got home, but I was too aware of how little time I had left with her. I didn’t care if they found out about us. I only cared about being with her.

As the number of days dwindled down, I didn’t need the alarm, but I set it anyway. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to spend as much time awake as possible with her. My last night there wasn’t any different.

It didn’t matter that we both said there wouldn’t be any strings attached, we both cared for each other much more than either of us wanted to admit.

Once the sunlight streamed into her room, I knew it was time to get back into my own room. I watched the steady rise and fall of her breathing then slowly slipped my arm out from underneath her head. When she didn’t wake, I rolled off the bed.

“No,” she whispered, reaching out towards me with her eyes still closed. “Not today. You can’t leave me today. Stay here.”

“I have to get back to my room.”

She sat up and shook her head sadly. Her face was vulnerable and soft. I knew that whatever happened in the future, I would never forget that look.

“I don’t care if they find you here,” she said. “What are they going to do? Send you away? That’s already happening.”

I slid back into bed and pulled her close.

“I don’t care if we get caught either. All I care about is being here with you.”

“I can’t believe you’re leaving today.”

“Time out. We said we wouldn’t talk about it.”

“Time in. I can’t ignore it. I can’t pretend you’re not going anywhere when your flight is only hours away.”

“You’re right. We can’t pretend any longer. It’s here and I’m going.”

“Do you think you’ll come back?”

Her eyes were wide and they glistened with tears. I couldn’t stand to see her cry.

“I don’t know,” I said quietly. “I don’t know how much time I’ll get or even where I’ll be. I don’t know what’ll happen after boot camp.”

“Can I write to you? At least give me that.”

“Sierra, we agreed this would just be two weeks and that’s it.”

I hated myself for saying it. I knew that all I would think about was her once I left. But I didn’t want her waiting for me when I didn’t know what was in store for us.

“I know. I’m sorry. But you can’t leave. You just can’t,” she said.

Tears fell onto her cheeks and I wiped them away.

“You promised you wouldn’t do this,” I said.

“I didn’t realize how hard this would be. I’m glad it’s so easy for you.”

“Easy? You think this is easy for me? This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. And I knew it would be two weeks ago, but I went along with it anyway because in the end, I just wanted to be with you.”

I regretted saying the words. I thought it would be easier if she thought I didn’t care, but I couldn’t pretend. I couldn’t lie to her.

Time seemed to have a mind of its own and the hours slipped by. We stayed in her bed until it was time for me to start packing the last of my things. She sat on my bed as I put the last few things into my suitcase. Neither of us said anything.

“Jagger, we need to get going,” Dad said as he popped his head into my room. His eyes darted from me to Sierra and back, and a knowing smile spread across his face. “You’ve got fifteen minutes, but that’ll be cutting it really close. I’ll be downstairs.”

Sierra took a deep breath as she put on a brave smile.

“I’m going to write to you,” she said. “And you have my number, don’t lose it.”

I nodded as I stepped closer to the bed. I stood between her legs and slid my arms around her waist. She looked up at me and I rested my forehead against hers.

“The day our parents got married, my dad told me how he fell in love with your mom,” I said. “I asked him how he knew he was in love and he said he just knew. That didn’t make any sense to me then, but now, after all the time we’ve spent together, it does.”

“What are you saying?”

I smiled at her and kissed her lips.

“I don’t know what I’m saying. The way I feel about you, love is too weak a word.”

She laughed. “Now you’re just quoting Annie Hall.”

“It is our movie. And this is the first time today that you’ve laughed. I’ll never forget your laugh.” I leaned in closer to her and pushed back her hair so that my lips brushed against her ear. “And I’ll never forget how sexy you look when you come.”

“I hate you,” she said, smiling.

“I hate you too.”

***

Dad drove me to the airport alone. We wanted to spend a little more time together before I had to leave. It was also easier to leave Sierra at home than having to say good-bye at the airport.

“You know I’m proud of you, Jagger,” Dad said. “Whenever you want to come home, to either me or your mom, you let me know and I’ll take care of it. Just don’t tell your mom.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I know.”