The Bad Boys of Summer (6 page)

I was aching to give myself to Slade, the man who satisfied me in a way only he could. The man who knew the deepest, most sinful parts of me. The man who’d spoiled me with his divine cock.

My robe fell open and Slade’s lustful gaze dipped to the creamy tops of my thighs, then higher up to my lacy boy shorts. He smirked and touched a single finger to my pussy through the fabric and came away wet.

“This for me?” he asked.

I nodded wordlessly. My skin was on fire, begging for his touch. Another heavy throb resounded through my body as Slade touched me there again, teasing along the patterns woven into my panties.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Say who you’re so wet for.”

“Slade,” I gasped as a last-ditch rebuke, but just a little more pressure from his finger and he’d found my clit. I arched so hard my head hit the wall and Slade chuckled, tapping slowly, rhythmically, driving me to a whimper.

“Say it.”

I knew what it would mean. I knew that giving in like this would be an invitation, but I no longer cared. I wanted Slade inside me. I wanted to be that stupid teenage girl again. I wanted to suck and fuck my stepbrother like the slut he’d trained me to be, the one no other man could handle or tame. I wanted to forget I was nice, responsible Iris Walker and give in to the desire I’d harbored for years.

“You,” I moaned, looking into his eyes as I writhed against his hard, hot body. “I’m wet for you.”

Slade grinned from ear to ear. In the dim light, he looked absolutely wolfish, and I knew I’d made a deal with the Devil.

The second he thrust his hand into my panties, and then his fingers inside me, I knew I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

I
t all felt like a dream
.

There had been nights where I’d pictured this happening in my head, Iris and I entwined in one another like we’d been seven years ago. It was what I had ached for ever since I’d left, a burning desire inside of me that I tried so hard to sate, sacrificing countless women on the altar of my own needs. As I held her body tightly against my own, I wondered if I hadn’t nodded off back home and slipped into one of those old fantasies.

“Slade,” Iris whimpered as I swept my hands over her body. I pulled at what scant few clothes still remained on her, keeping me from what I’d craved for almost a decade. I was already mostly naked, my cock rigid and alert, its thick, pulsating tip yearning to fill the warm wetness of my stepsister’s womanhood.

“We—” Iris let out a gasp, cutting herself off as I pulled at her cami. My deft fingers had her undone in a matter of seconds. She grabbed at her flesh, shyly holding her hands over her soft, perky breasts in an attempt at modesty.

I smirked, knowing that once I got her going, that modesty would go right out the window. My cock throbbed as I remembered how much of a sex kitten she’d been for me, pushing me down on the spare bed in the pool house, crawling onto me like a hungry cat before she sat her warm, wet snatch onto my throbbing member.

She looked down at my rigid shaft, biting nervously on her bottom lip. I knew that she was remembering the exact same things that I was, especially the days where we’d done it right under our parents’ noses. I watched her squirm, her thighs parting, revealing a dark patch of moisture soaking through her panties. Just the sight of it was enough to make me moan.

I slid my fingers underneath the band of her lacy little panties, pulling them down over the mound of her perfectly sculpted ass and along the smooth line of her thighs. She was neatly trimmed just above that wanting little pussy, her lips wet with a glossy sheen of lust. I’d almost forgotten just how pretty her cunt was, how good it always looked right before I’d sank my rod deep inside of her. I remembered the way she’d moan, a smile spreading across her lips as my enormous girth filled her to the brim.

“Slade,” Iris whined again, spreading her thighs wider as she looked up into my eyes. “God, I forgot how big you were!”

“Is that what you want?” I asked, my grin spreading wider as I pulled her to me by her hips, making her yelp as I slid my tip right against her opening through my boxer briefs. She moaned, chewing on her lip and she stared again into my eyes, nodding emphatically.

“Please!” she cried, breathless. Those words had been whispered and moaned to me before, and as I stared down at her, I saw the same lustful hunger that I’d always made burn inside of her. “I’ve missed it so much…”

I worked my boxer briefs off and pressed my throbbing head against her tight little opening, lifting her by her ass so that I could penetrate her, working it deeper, taking it nice and slow. I closed my eyes, allowing those hazy memories to flow over me as my stepsister began to arch and moan. Iris squirmed as I slowly thrust my hard cock deeper and deeper, her hips bucking softly.

She let out a soft, satisfied squeal as I finally slid all the way up to my thick base, letting myself enjoy the feeling of her tight pussy pulsing around my shaft. Sure, there had been women almost as tight as Iris, but none of them were nearly as satisfying. There was something about
her
that made everything feel more intense, made me feel more
alive
.

“That feels so good,” she cooed, catching my gaze as she slid her middle and forefinger into her mouth, wetting them before she slid her hand down between her thighs. I watched as she started to tease on her clit just above my shaft, her hips still squirming around it, grinding slowly on my base. “Fuck, it’s so big!”

I let out a moan, closing my eyes as I started to work myself in and out of her warmth, my hands gripping tight onto her hips. With each thrust I pulled her against me, plunging nice and deep into the soaking wet depths of her sex. She let out a cry of pleasure with each thrust, her eyes closed as she worked her aching clit.

I loved the way she moved as I fucked her, her arm up above her head as her body stretched and writhed in ecstasy. Her back arched as her fingers continued to play between her legs, and she moaned with every hard thrust I made inside of her, filling her hot snatch over and over as our hips ground against one another’s.

“Fuck!” she cried, grabbing at her soft, bouncing breasts with her free hand, her thumb worrying her pretty little pink nipples. Her cheeks began to flush with color, and soon I knew she’d be screaming my name. “Holy shit, Slade!”

“That’s it, Iris,” I said, encouraging her as I continued to pound my thick cock nice and deep inside of her. “That’s the way you like it, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes shut tight as a pulse of pleasure coursed through her body, making her convulse. “Nobody’s ever measured up, Slade. Nobody’s ever made me feel the way you do.”

I groaned, my balls beginning to tighten as my base pulsed. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I came, especially if she kept talking like
that
. I remembered the first time I’d came inside of her sweet little cunt all those years ago, how nervous the idea had made her. But before long, I had her begging for it, aching to feel it dripping out of her after I’d pulled out.

“Oh, fuck!” Iris cried out again, arching her back again as I drove myself even harder inside of her. “Don’t stop!”

I closed my eyes, snarling as I felt a sense of satisfaction washing over me. After all those years of regretfully dreaming of this exact moment, of having myself buried deep inside of my stepsister, it was finally here. I finally had Iris again, all to myself, just the way I’d secretly yearned for, but never thought I’d have. Her pussy felt so good around me, the way her wet lips slid so perfectly around my cock made it so much harder to hold back the tide of cum that had been building up since I’d first laid eyes on her after seven long years.

“Iris,” I grunted, my voice husky with lust, “I’m so fucking close.”

She let out a moan, still eagerly flicking and rubbing her clit. Her mouth silently begged “please” over and over, her eyes wild with desire as her breasts heaved with every labored breath. It was more than I could take. There was no holding back.

“Fuck!” I hissed, closing my eyes as I drove myself hard and deep inside of her, a sudden pulse radiating through me as my thick, hot load gushed deep inside of her. I never expected it to feel as good as it did, as though nothing compared to the pure ecstasy of my stepsister’s velvety folds wrapped around my thrumming shaft. I felt a sense of pure oblivion washing over me, radiating out from my crotch and all the way out to my fingers and toes.

“God! Yes!” Iris moaned as I continued my rough thrusts deep inside of her. I could tell that she was about to climax right on my still-gushing cock. Just the thought of it seemed to heighten my own orgasm, and I watched as she held her breath, her entire body tightening at once before exploding in a keening wail.
“Fuck!”

Iris writhed, her limbs flailing beyond her control. Her abs flexed and tightened as she sat almost bolt upright, reaching out with her free hand to pull me into a passionate, steamy kiss.

I closed my eyes, moaning against her mouth as the two of us rode out our orgasms together, our hips still grinding and bucking until we both settled against the wall, our eyes locked as we fought to catch our breath.

A
fter the rush
had worn away, all that was left was silence.

Iris and I sat beside one another in bed, she with the covers drawn up over her chest and held tight there, protecting her nakedness from my eyes. I could have stood if she’d yelled at me or if she’d even just told me to leave, but the silence between us was probably worse than anything she could have said.

I did it again
, I thought.
I’m letting her get too close
.

I knew what would happen if I let this continue, knew where it would turn. In the end, after everything was said and done, there was really no future for Iris and me—only the long, torturous struggle of being one another’s biggest regret. I couldn’t let that happen again, not after all this time. I knew that if I stayed, if I tried to make her care for me again, it would only end in irrevocable disaster.

“I should go,” I said, my voice soft as I glanced toward her to see her face turned away from me. Shame radiated off of her, regret plain in her shining, watery eyes. This wasn’t what she had really wanted, not how she’d envisioned it. Deep down, I knew exactly what she thought—that this had all been one, big mistake.

Again. We made this mistake again. And it’s all my fucking fault.

“What?” Iris turned to look at me, swallowing thickly. “Slade, I thought—”

“It was fun, Iris,” I said, trying my best to sound as aloof as possible. I knew how to break a woman’s heart, even better than I had seven years ago. If I didn’t do it now, then there’d only be more heartache later. “But I think it’s time I left.”

“You can’t just leave!” she said, confusion clouding her cerulean eyes. “I don’t understand. We just—”

“We fucked, Iris,” I said, giving a practiced chuckle. “There’s nothing really to talk about. We had a good time, and now it’s time to part ways. I can get myself a room somewhere.”

I saw the hurt on her face wash over her like an ocean wave. Her eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip began to tremble. I knew that it had to happen, to save her from what I’d do to her if this kept up. I needed to protect her—from
me
.

“This isn’t fair,” she protested as I stood up and started to make for the living room to collect my clothes. Of course it wasn’t fair, but I had to put her at a distance if I ever wanted to be able to live with myself again. If she got attached to me one more time, I didn’t think either of us could take it. “How are you just going to do this to me and then leave?”

“I’ve done it before,” I reminded her with a cold shrug as I picked up my pants. “What made you think that this was anything more than an excuse to get laid, Iris? I mean, did you really expect this to
become
something?”

I turned around, intent on driving the argument home with another cutting remark, but instead I felt the hard sting of Iris’s hand on my cheek. I was stunned, not just from the force of her blow, but from the utter shock that she would actually hit me—not that I didn’t deserve it.

“You’re never going to change, are you?” she asked, though I knew better than to answer. She was shaking, staring at me with such betrayal and hate—the kind I hadn’t seen since that day at the pool house. I hated to see her like this, hated what I’d done to her with only a day’s worth of time. I felt like a monster, some horrible animal who only had the ability to wreck everything around it.

“I trusted you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her face burning red as her anger began to boil inside of her. “I trusted you to help me get our brother
home
.”

“Well, that was poor judgment on your part,” I said, gently touching the cheek she’d assaulted. “You really ought to have known better, Iris. I’m not the guy who sticks around.”

“No,” she said, glaring up at me, “you’re just the piece of shit who fucks his own stepsister and runs crying like a child when his daddy gets mad. Go. I’m not going to let you hurt me the way you did before. I don’t want to see you in my apartment again.”

“Works for me,” I said, shrugging as I put on my jeans and my shirt and grabbed the keys to my rental. “There aren’t any shortage of rooms at the motel.”

“Good. Hopefully that’s the only place that’s stupid enough to let you sleep in their beds,” she said, throwing my belt at me as I left through her front door. I heard it slam just behind me before I could even turn around. I heaved a sigh before slowly walking down to my car.

This is for the best
, I told myself.
She’s better off getting hurt a little now rather than having her heart really broken later
.

But the more I told myself that it was best to just cut and run, the less I wanted it to be true. Time and experience had shown me otherwise—all I was good for was hurting others. Maybe it was time I just cut all of my losses and headed home. I’d already ruined whatever chance I had of doing what I came there for; Kellan was adamant about hating me, hating our family. I’d never reach him. I’d failed, just like I failed Iris when I’d abandoned her, when I’d betrayed her trust.

It was time to leave.