CUZ: Billionaire Stepbrother Romance (15 page)

Ever so slowly, he traced the outline of my slit with his wet, pink tongue. As it touched my skin, I sucked in a huge breath. Without hesitation, he licked the entire length of my pussy, barely brushing against my clitoris at the end. I reached down and ran my hand through his hair again. All I could think about was how wrong it was to let my stepbrother go down on me.

At the same time, I couldn’t deny it was turning me on. I moved my hands to my breasts, teasing my nipples as he ate me out. I didn’t think it could get any better. Boy was I wrong. When he slid two fingers inside my tight, wet hole and wiggled them around, I thought I was going to come right away. He sucked and licked my clitoris as his digits pushed in and out, penetrating me over and over.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My orgasm washed over my entire body, causing me to shake as I screamed out in pleasure. As I came, my pussy tightened around his fingers, which he finally pulled out. I watched him stick them into his mouth, sucking off all my juices.

Sucking cock wasn’t on the top of my list of favorite things to do, but after the way he’d just made me feel, I wanted to return the favor. As he got to his feet in front of me, I slid forward so my ass was on the edge of the couch. Before he could move away, I reached forward and undid his pants. Not wasting any time, he took off his tee shirt.

After I pulled down his pants and boxer briefs, I finally got my first glance at his cock. It was marvelous in almost every way. Semi-hard already, it was sizable. I wrapped my thin fingers around it, giving it a few playful tugs as I looked up at his face, my eyes open wide. He put his hands on his hips, looking down at me with nothing but ecstasy on his face.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Uh huh,” he grunted.

His cock grew harder as I stroked it. With my other hand, I reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to me. Suddenly, his dick was right in front of my face. The after glow of my orgasm still swept through my body as I bent my head down. He grunted loudly as I slipped the tip past my slightly parted lips. It got even harder as I sucked in earnest.

I remembered to pay attention to his balls. The occasional grunts and moans let me know I was on the right track. My full, red lips pressed against his smooth shaft. As the friction built up, he reached down and lightly put his hand on the back of my head. This caused me to start sucking him faster and harder. At the same time, I gripped the base of his cock tightly.

Before I could finish him off, he pulled back. I looked up at him, my eyes hungry for more.

“Get on your back,” he commanded.

I obeyed, my body still trembling. He got between my spread legs, his rock hard cock in his hand.

This is it, I thought
, staring into his eyes.

He pushed the tip in then quickly filled me completely. I gasped as he penetrated me repeatedly. Each thrust was faster and harder than the one before. Our bodies took over, finding the perfect rhythm. The smell of sweat and sex was thick in the air, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was his super cock sliding in and out of me over and over again.

“Fuck. Yes,” I moaned.

I rubbed my clitoris with my fingers as he fucked me hard, fast, and without protection. After so many years of wanting him, it was finally happening. And it was even better than I’d expected. A digit slipped down and touched his cock as it slid in my hot, tight pussy. I arched my back, bucking my hips up so he would thrust further inside me.

“I’m going to come,” I said.

Another orgasm washed over my body light a light rain in the summer - so refreshing and spectacular. My pussy clenched his cock even tighter as he continued to thrust in and out. The look on his face told me he was close too. I reached up and pinched his nipples. His face lit up in ecstasy. With two final thrusts, his body stiffened and he came.

I studied his face, pleasure still racing through my body as his cock throbbed deep inside me. Unlike most of the other guys I’d slept with in my life - all five of them - he didn’t pull out right away, roll over, get dressed and leave. Instead, he looked at me with a fire in his eyes. A moment later, we were kissing. I forgot where my lips ended and his began as we mashed them together passionately.

When he finally did pull out, I whimpered, wishing for more. He smiled as if he could read my mind.

“We can do it again,” he said. “And again.”

He curled up next to me on the couch as we enjoyed the afterglow together. I could sense every single spot where his skin touched mine. We both were aware of a need to talk about what had just happened, but we silently agreed that it would be better to do it another time. After a few minutes, he got up and plodded over to the bathroom.

Once we were both ready for bed, we headed to his room. It was a mess, but in that moment I didn’t care about anything other than feeling his body touching mine. Time ceased to have meaning for a few minutes or hours as we laid down next to each other, our bodies entangled with each other.
Should I say something before we fall asleep? I’m so tired.

“I love you, Ian,” I said softly.

“You too,” he replied.

Sleep overtook us.

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Sweet Sitter Excerpt

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“Can I have a drink? I’m twenty-one, and it will help me sleep. I’m going to stay in your guest room tonight if that’s okay with you.”

“Sure. Follow me.”

He walked toward the screen in front of the room. A door led to a long hallway. Eventually, we ended up in a nice sized room. The walls, ceiling and floor were all covered in ornate wood. I couldn’t begin to name the types on display, but there was a lot of variety. When we entered, he went behind the bar. After placing two tumblers down, he looked over at me.

“I’m sorry. What would you like to drink?”

“Whatever you’re having is fine.”

Way to be original, Amanda, I scolded myself silently as he poured each glass half full of a mystery alcohol. While I enjoyed a good drink every now and again, I was by no means a lush. Working and trying to get an advanced degree was hard enough without clouding my brain. He handed me one of the half-full tumblers. I peered at the dark colored liquid.

“You like Brandy, right?”

“Who’s she?” I asked. He laughed. “I’m kidding, but yeah, I’m not a big drinker. Anything is fine. Just something to take the edge off, you know?”

“Boy do I know.”

He raised his glass. I clinked mine against his then took a drink. The liquid warmed my insides quickly.

“I want to make a toast,” I said, holding my drink up again. “To bosses and babysitters. May we both have national holidays of our own.”

“I think we both do already,” he said.

“I guess so. Anyway. Here’s to us.”

We both took another drink.

He raised his glass back into the air.

“My turn to make a toast.”

“Go ahead, but you’re going to get me drunk.”

“To being drunk and open!”

We drank again. He poured us each another. Two drinks later, both of us were laughing and having a good time. I put my hand on his arm for more than three seconds a few times, hoping he didn’t think I was being too forward. He had a way of making me want to touch him, like he was a powerful magnet and I was a pile of iron shavings. As the laughter died down, I suddenly thought about school.

“Thank you so much for paying me so much,” I said.

“Not a problem.”

“No. You don’t understand. I was about to get kicked out of school because I lost a scholarship and had to pay five grand.”

After puking all those words into the room, both of us got quiet. We made eye contact for the longest period yet. Neither of us looked away. His face was full of desire, but he was too much of a gentleman to act. I wanted him to take control, but I had to get the ball rolling. Before I could second-guess myself, I leaned forward on my tip toes and kissed him on the lips.

He wrapped his arms around me tightly, making me feel safe. The kiss continued, stretching out into eternity. We moved toward the comfortable couch on the other side of the room, our bodies moving as one as if we could each anticipate the others’ movements. When he pulled away, I feared he wanted to stop. Looking at his face, I realized he wanted what was about to happen as much as me.

Four hands moved as we undressed each other. The scene I’d been watching when he walked in flashed through my mind. This was so much better. When we were both naked, I stepped back to look him over. He kept good care of his body. Muscles rippled when he moved. Does he like how I look? He moved forward and took me into his arms again, answering my questions.

All my problems faded away as his kisses moved from my mouth to further south on my body. Before I knew what was happening, he had me seated on the couch. When he knelt between my spread legs, I realized what he wanted to do. My chest rose and fell as my breathing increased. He had me so hot, and he hadn’t even started yet.

“Yes, Alex,” I moaned in a begging voice.

I reached down and ran my hand through his hair, something I’d been wanting to do for a while almost as much as calling him Alex to his face. He used his tongue like it was a precision instrument. When it brushed against my pink lips, I sighed. His hands snaked up my body, massaging my breasts as he concentrated on exploring every inch of my nether regions.

My last orgasm was months earlier. A minute or two after he started, I came, my body shaking. He moved his head back and looked up at me. I saw my juices in his beard, which turned me on even more. His hands ran over my skin softly. Everywhere he touched lit up in pleasure. As the orgasm faded, I sat up and pushed him back.

“Your turn.”

We switched positions. Once he was sitting comfortable on the couch, I ran my hands up and down his thighs. His cock stirred to life before I touched it. I teased him for a bit as he’d done to me. When I finally grasped that huge snake in my tiny hand, he let out a whoosh of breath. It got harder as I tugged at it. I watched his face carefully, trying to figure out what made him feel the best.

After teasing him, I took him into my mouth. He groaned as I sucked his hard cock while stroking it with one of my hands. As I tried to figure out how I was going to handle his finish, he stood up. In a flash, he reached down and picked me up into his strong arms. He set me on the edge of the couch gently then knelt between my legs again.

He entered me fully and forcefully, filling me completely. I moaned, wrapping my legs around him. His thrusts increased in intensity. As he penetrated me, he stared directly into my eyes, something most guys never liked to do. Connected, our bodies moved as one. The friction built up. Another orgasm appeared on the horizon in my mind.

Looking at his face, I could tell he was close as well. Can we actually come at the same time? Right after that thought floated through my mind, he hit just the right spot. The world faded as my entire body was flooded with pleasure. A moment later it ended, and I fell back to Earth. The trip down was almost as nice as the peak.

Alex grunted and pushed into me one final time. He throbbed inside of me as he came. He looked happy, like he was in a faraway place. I couldn’t imagine the pressure he was under. It made my problems seem minor in comparison. When his body stopped shaking violently, he leaned down and gave me a wet, juicy kiss on my lips.

He pulled out of me. For a moment, I thought the world was ending. I wanted him inside me again. More than once. Sitting on the floor, breathing heavily, he looked up at me. His brow wrinkled, as if he was thinking of what to say without ruining what had just happened. Once again, he was unlike any of the college guys I’d dated over the last few years of my young life.

We enjoyed the afterglow together without having to say anything. He put me at ease. Now that we were even closer, I predicted everything would work out. The future was bright. I smiled at him before I kissed his soft lips again. His technique was superb – just enough tongue to keep it fun without it becoming too much.

“Not bad for an old guy,” I teased.

“Okay, missy. That’s enough of that. I’m in better shape than you.”

My eyes opened wide. “You did not just say that.”

He nodded with a smile spread across his face. “I did. We need to be honest with each other if this is going to work.”

“If what’s going to work?” A tiny bit of fear and doubt crept through my mind.

“This. Us.”

After sneaking through the silent house to the master bedroom, we took a shower together. His bathroom was something you’d see on a show on the Discovery channel. We soaped each other well, both of us knowing we’d have many more sexual encounters in the years ahead. He didn’t rush me, and that was important.

His bed was even more amazing than his private bathroom, if such a thing was even possible. I offered to go home, but he insisted I stay. Both naked, we climbed under the covers. I found his body and curled next to him on my side, holding him tight. He gave me a contented sigh. I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would come quickly.