Bad Boy - A Stepbrother Romance (15 page)

He reached around my back and lifted me for a second to unhook my bra, and then his hot lips were on my nipples as I struggled to suck air into my lungs. Every caress was a new shot of pleasure streaming through me, and my nipples tightened into stiff pebbles. I reached down, stroking his arms and back, and his muscles felt like damned steel under my hands.

“Oh, god!” I gasped as his mouth trailed downwards again. Just his tongue on my skin alone was enough to leave me breathless, and I could scarcely wait to see what the rest of his body had to offer.

Goosebumps broke out over my skin at the tiny bites he left as his mouth moved downwards, ever-closer to where I wanted him the most, and I watched him with wide eyes, worried that if I closed them, I’d wake up to find that this had all been a dream.

God, if this
was
a dream, then I never wanted to wake up.

“I’ve waited so fucking long for you,” Finn growled from between my legs. He yanked my panties down and tossed them aside. “Too long.”

“So have I,” I replied, voice barely above a whisper as I wiggled on the bed, desperate for more of his touches.

“You’re mine,” he said. Possession brightened his eyes again, making them gleam with sheer masculine virility, and fiery need made my entire body shudder.

“Yes. Yours,” I said, looking down over my breasts as he pushed my thighs open even wider and settled between them.

His jaw tightened, and his thick fingers bit into my legs as his tight grip held them apart. Nothing had ever made me feel so powerful than knowing that I’d made a man as strong as Finn lose control, and I sighed and smiled with contentment, finally closing my eyes as his mouth dropped to my slick folds.

Stars seemed to burst behind my eyelids as he swirled his tongue in slow circles around my clit, and I moaned louder than ever before. Jesus. No previous boyfriend of mine had ever owned a mouth so magical, and I groaned and gripped the bed sheets on either side of me as he gently sucked, nibbled and lapped at me.

The tension inside of me was close to reaching boiling point, and time and space seemed to blur into nothing but sparks of light and snippets of sounds; groans, whimpers and cries, all spilling from my lips as Finn’s tongue worked away at my pussy. He dipped a finger inside me and my grip on the sheets tightened, and as he beckoned the finger inside me, hitting my sweet spot, he looked up at me.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his eyes dark with pleasure. “Now.”

And so I did, screaming as my climax crashed over me. Each wave of pleasure filled me with warmth as my core throbbed, desperately wanting to be filled, and I was vaguely aware of Finn standing up again and retrieving a condom from a drawer.

It was finally happening.

He settled over me on the bed and lifted one of my legs, holding it at his hip as he grabbed his cock with his other hand, positioning it at the right angle. With one hard thrust he was in me, and I gasped as he stretched me wide, a sharp-edged pleasure reverberating through my body. His cock throbbed inside me, so big that it almost hurt to feel him all the way in, deep inside me, and he didn’t move for a few seconds, giving me time to adjust to his enormous girth.

“Oh,
god!
” I moaned as he finally pulled out and thrust back in, thumb pressed against my throbbing clit at the same time.

“You keep calling me that, but I’m not a god,” he murmured, grinning against my ear as he leaned his mouth down.

Oh, yes you are…

He began to speed up his movements now that I was used to his size, and an overwhelming blaze of lust almost made me scream as he sank back inside me with a grunt. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, moving against my slick walls as ecstasy washed over me again and again.

His ragged voice sent a frisson of excitement through me, and he began to fuck me deeper and harder, all restraints forgotten. My clit throbbed with the buzz of my previous orgasm, stimulated even more by Finn’s groin riding up against it with each hard thrust inside me, and I ran my hands over the tight muscles of his back, my nails digging in deeply as I tried to hold off the impending second climax.

I didn’t want to come again just yet. I wanted to enjoy the experience, ride it out for as long as I could without losing all control. Finn had other ideas, though. His thumb pressed against my clit harder and moved in slow circles, and his lips crushed mine again, kissing me in a frenzy as I moaned and whimpered into his mouth. He kissed as possessively as he screwed, tongue snaking into my mouth as his cock slammed in and out of me to the rhythm of his breaths.

“That’s it,” he said, pulling away and nipping at my earlobe, making me cry out even louder. “Come again, baby. Come on my cock.”

His hand suddenly squeezed at my left breast, pinching my nipple as his cock continued to slam inside me, and that was all I needed to crest the edge of climax again.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned, voice strained as my muscles clenched around him, every inch of me tingling like mad.

Pressure rolled through my lower belly, and my nails clutched at Finn’s shoulders like a vise. As I came, he continued to thrust deeply, fucking me like a battering ram as groans spilled from his perfect mouth. I moaned and struggled to catch my breath, and my hands slid down to his ass, urging him on as my body seemed to melt right into the bed.

Finn’s mouth silenced my whimpers until he broke off the kiss and groaned louder than ever before, and I smiled, knowing he was coming too.

“Jesus….fuck…Rory…”

His cock twitched inside me, and then he slid out, sighing as he collapsed next to me. His arms pulled me into a tight spooning position a second later, and the dampness of his skin almost made us stick together. With anyone else, I might have thought that was gross, but with Finn, I didn’t care. His sweat smelled just like him, and there was nothing gross about it at all.

A low growl issued from his throat a moment later, once we’d both caught our breath. “I’m not keeping my hands off you from now on.”

“Good,” I replied, snuggling up into his arms with a smile.

The reality of what we’d just done began to dawn on me, but I was still buzzing too much with pleasure to care about what the rest of the family would think if they saw us like this. I’d wasted far too much time caring about that, and I was finally done with it, once and for all.

Honestly, it felt like a weight off my shoulders to have stopped caring about what everyone thought. The only thing that mattered now was this—my heaven was down here on earth, right on this bed…with Finn.

Yeah, he was my stepbrother.

So-freaking-what?

Chapter Seventeen

Finn

I thought being with her would make things easier.

I was a goddamned fool.

Ever since Rory and I had slept together two nights ago, I’d felt the attraction between us somehow growing even more, which I honestly hadn’t thought was possible considering I’d already fallen for her. And yet it was possible. I wanted her more and more each day, and the stolen glances we managed during the times with our family around…well, pretty soon they weren’t going to be enough.

I tried to resist falling more and more so fucking badly, but at the same time, I knew I was a goner. Honestly, I had been since I crashed her blind date, and I should’ve admitted it sooner. Aurora Villanueva had taken permanent residence in my mind…and my heart.

As much as we’d both wanted to repeat that night, we hadn’t found ourselves with any more opportunities to do so. Work was crazily busy for me, and Rory’s Grandma had been taking up a fair amount of her time. It sucked, but that was the way it was when a forbidden relationship was involved. We could hardly start making out in front of everyone, could we?

I’d found myself constantly looking for things for us to do together instead; things that wouldn’t look suspicious if someone saw us doing them when we did manage to get some free time together. And so I came up with the idea of doing some late Christmas shopping with Rory today, pretending that I had no idea what to get her family for Christmas, and that I needed her guidance.

What a bunch of bull—I knew exactly what to get them.

Rory’s mom, Anna, had been talking about a Lanvin scarf she desperately wanted for the last week while giving us all meaningful looks, and as for Rory’s grandma, I’d recently spotted an adorable china teapot and cup set that had her name all over it.

But all this was pushed to the back of my mind as I knocked on the door to Rory’s room. I waited impatiently, feeling my hands getting sweaty. Jesus, I was a total mess. This girl had me hooked.

Finally, the door opened a crack and a beautiful pair of eyes looked out at me. When Rory saw it was me, she opened the door wider, offering me a grin.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi,” I replied, shuffling my feet. Seriously, I’d been acting like a teenage boy around her for so long now; a goddamned kid who didn’t know what to do with himself when his crush was—

Before I could finish that thought, Rory grabbed my shirt and pulled me inside the room. She shut the door behind her, flashing me a smile that made me hard in an instant.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. Her voice was innocent, but her eyes were naughty. For that look alone, she’d be firmly on Santa’s naughty girl list. “Anything I can…do?”

I fucking wish.
I wanted to tear her clothes off, but Elijah was standing only a few feet away, lecturing one of the floor maids, and I had no doubt he’d go running right to my Dad and tell him if he saw me and Rory doing anything suspicious. After all, he’d always had a big mouth.

“Yeah, err.” I gulped, trying to make sense of what I was trying to say. It was mighty hard with Rory standing there, a hand on her hip. Fuck, she was beautiful. “I was just wondering if you wanted to come Christmas shopping with me. I still have some stuff I need to buy.”

“Oh,” she said. She looked suitably disappointed that I hadn’t come to screw her brains out again, and I smirked, too damn pleased about that for my own good. “Sure. You want to go now?”

I nodded, and she smiled and sent me outside to call a cab while she got ready. I wanted to tell her she already looked perfect in her tank top and yoga pants, but my tongue seemed to be tied. Instead, I went downstairs and hailed a cab like I’d promised.

Our ride to the mall was uneventful in terms of conversation, but the tension in the car was palpable. I knew we both wanted to jump each other’s bones, but we couldn’t risk doing it in front of anyone, obviously.

As we rode, I couldn’t help but replay the events of the other night in my head.
The way her mouth was shaped when she moaned my name, her eyes fluttering open when her orgasm faded. The sexy smile that was plastered on her face when I’d finished.
Fuck me, it was all too good…I needed to clear my throat and reposition my ass on the seat to hide my raging boner.

“Here we are,” the cab driver said, sounding bored out of his mind. Apparently, he hadn’t noticed how tense we were in the back of his car. I counted some bills and left him a generous tip, and then I followed Rory inside the mall.

“Okay, I need something for your Dad. I have no idea what, so you might need to help me with that one,” she started saying, counting on her fingers. “Grandma needs a new teapot. I saw one I liked the other day.”

I grinned to myself.
Great minds and all that
.

“And Mom wants some crazily expensive scarf which I honestly can’t afford, so I’ll probably get her a gift set of her favorite perfume,” Rory finished, already looking determined and on top of things.

Fuck, I wished she were on top of me instead.

“Finn, are you coming?” Rory asked, giving me an impatient look. It was only then that I realized I was still standing several feet away, too deep in my thoughts to notice her walking away.

“Yeah, coming.”

I hurried after her and she ushered me into the first store—some horrible perfume and cosmetics hellhole which any man would run from, screaming for his life and the return of his sense of smell. Seriously, the scent of so many perfumes mixed in there gave me a headache from just walking past the smallest display.

While Rory uhm-ed and ahh-ed over some fragrance or another, I watched her out of the corner of my eye as I aimlessly browsed the aisles.

She was so beautiful, even doing the simplest of things. The way her eyebrows furrowed when she looked at the price tag, she way she smiled to herself when she found what she wanted, the way she kept pulling at her scarf nervously, and the way she bit her bottom lip in concentration…all stunning.

She was perfect, from every wayward strand of hair to the worn-down boots she was sporting. She wasn’t one of those cookie-cutter picture-perfect girls I used to go after all the time. Her hair wasn’t always in place, her clothes weren’t made by expensive designers, and she didn’t really wear much makeup, but to me, she was still the most gorgeous girl on the planet. Every second I was without her, I wanted to be closer; needed her next to me. If I couldn’t touch, I just wanted to look at her, rest my eyes on her beauty. To me, Rory was all that and then some.

I guess she figured out I was staring, because she started giving me some weird looks. She finally asked if I was okay, and I mumbled some shitty excuse about being cold, placing a hand on her shoulder as we looked at another display together.

Really, I was wondering what the chances were of a relationship actually working out between us. I knew our parents were married, which was our main problem…but now that I’d been with Rory, I knew there was no going back, and I wondered if she felt as deeply as me. It might be a problem if she didn’t. I’d been falling for her before, but now I was well and truly…

My eyes landed on a familiar figure in the distance and I cringed as I realized it was Candice.

“Hey, can you help me pick one of these gift sets for your Dad?” Rory asked. She looked up to make sure I’d heard her, and she stopped once she saw who I was looking at. “Oh, god.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think she’s seen us,” I muttered.

As if on cue, Candice locked eyes with me, and I stood there like a deer in the headlights.

I gave her a tight-lipped smile in order to appear civil, and her eyes floated to Rory standing beside me with my hand on her shoulder. All she did was smirk, and then she kept on walking. A huge weight fell off my shoulders as she disappeared around the corner.

“You don’t think it’s a problem that she saw us together, right?” Rory asked me worriedly.

“Nah,” I said with a shrug. “She wouldn’t tell anyone. Probably thought it was nothing.”

Rory nodded, and I hugged her to make her feel a little better. The smile that spread over her face made me grin even wider.

The rest of our shopping trip was great. It was genuinely fun to spend time with Rory out in the open, instead of hiding behind the locked doors of our rooms or sneaking glances and furtive touches at the dinner table with our family sitting only inches away.

We were almost done with our shopping when we stopped in front of a well-known lingerie store. Rory lingered, and I caught her looking at a pretty damn risqué bra and thong set.

“You like that?” I asked her, waggling my eyebrows.
Because I sure as hell do.
My hands were weighed down with shopping bags and I was dead tired, but what I wouldn’t give to see Rory in that set…

“Not for me,” she said shyly.

“Come on, at least try it on.” I gave her an encouraging nudge, and she sighed, hesitating in front of the store entrance.

“I have always wanted a nice set of lingerie,” she murmured.

I gave a triumphant nod, and finally, she smiled at me and led me inside the store. I quickly enlisted the help of a woman that worked there, and she gave Rory the set in her size, along with some other sets she’d suggested.

I followed her to the fitting rooms and sat down on a plush chair in the middle of the area while Rory disappeared behind the curtain. Even though it was busy, the store was pretty much empty. Probably because they’d been emptied during the Black Friday sales.

“Finn!”

A muffled cry came from the fitting room, and I looked up from my phone as I realized it was Rory. “Come in here, please.”

“Oh?” I asked, the excitement obvious in my voice.

“Not like that, you buffoon,” she said with a sigh. “I’m stuck!”

I looked around to make sure we were alone, and then I left all my shopping bags on the floor and sneaked inside the fitting room with Rory. Thankfully, the stalls were large enough to fit two people, and there was a wooden door to lock us safely inside.

I turned around to face Rory, and as soon as I laid my eyes on her, I started burning up…not because it was hot in the fitting room.

She was wearing a black lace corset along with a matching thong.
Sweet Jesus.
She was facing me, but there was a mirror directly behind her, giving me a perfect view of her ass, and my eyes bulged as I took it all in. Rory’s cheeks flamed a shade of red.

You know, her actual cheeks. Not her…oh god, I was doomed.

“So,” I said. “What do you need help with?”

“I can’t get it open,” Rory replied, her voice huskier than usual as we locked eyes.

Fuck, I was horny as hell, especially with her looking at me like that.

“Don’t open it,” I told her. “Never take it off again.”

She giggled and flashed me a look that I wasn’t used to from her; sensual and seductive. She was basically sex on legs right now.

“So you like this?” she asked me as the flames of desire licked at me from within. “You want to see it up close? Well…even closer than it already is.”

“Fuck, Rory,” I muttered. “Don’t tempt me.”

She stepped closer, until our chests were almost touching. Her tits were pressed up in that corset, spilling over the cups and almost giving me a damn heart attack.

Just as soon as she was close enough for me to kiss her, Rory slid down onto her knees, and I could barely breathe as she reached for my zipper, pulling down my jeans before I could object.

It wasn’t like I was going to say no, anyway…my mind was already screaming ‘
yes
’, begging her to keep going.

“Rory…” I muttered, my hands reaching down to her hair. My fingers tangled in her long waves, and my eyes shut as I felt her grabbing my cock, pulling it free of my suddenly too-tight boxers.

“Shh,” she said, looking up at me. That sight alone could probably put me in the ground way too soon; Rory’s lips mere inches away from the tip of my cock, on her knees and smiling at me. Then she drove me even crazier, her tongue slipping out of her mouth and gently licking the head of my cock.

“Fuck,” I cursed softly, grabbing the railing in the fitting room to steady myself.

Rory kept going, her tongue licking my tip first and then sliding on to the length of my shaft, moving along with her lips and teasing me until I thought I would actually lose my mind. Then she slipped the head inside her mouth and I had to bite my fisted hand to stop myself from crying out. She sucked my head, then went deeper and deeper, her soft lips feeling so goddamned good that I wanted to groan even with my hand stuffed in my mouth.

“Rory, please,” I begged her in a raspy voice a moment later, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. “Fuck, you need to stop.”

I was afraid someone would come into the fitting room, or that we’d get busted somehow. Surely they had security cameras in here?

I looked around for a second, but I was too distracted to notice anything as Rory took me deeper and deeper. I could feel my cock growing in her mouth, pulsing with need as she sucked it gently, and then so much harder that I nearly came right in her mouth.