Naked Choke (A Stepbrother MMA Romance) (7 page)

Chapter Twelve

"Is this the way home?" I ask Austen, glancing out
of the car window as he turns into a residential neighborhood. The sun just
set, taking most of the light with it, but I could have sworn we should have
kept going straight.

"No," he answers, lacing his fingers through mine
and resting his hand on the console between us. "I just always loved this
neighborhood. The houses have a little more character to them here." I
nod, studying the curves of the house we're passing. "This one's my
favorite," he says, slowing down and pointing to a two-story, flagstone
home to our right. "Something about it…I could just see my kids playing in
the yard."

"It's beautiful," I agree softly, admiring the
eaves above the windows and the navy-blue front door. I swallow nervously,
keeping my head turned away from him. Why is he showing me this? I feel a
flutter of happiness too, along with the nerves, but we've only been seeing
each other for about a month now.

But he steps on the gas, and we're pulling out of the
picturesque cul-de-sac as soon as we entered. Another five minutes, and he's
pulling into the garage. Duke and Logan's cars are missing from their spots, so
it's safe to assume the rest of the family isn't home. Austen grins and pulls
me toward him, stealing a quick kiss before hopping out of the car.

I gnaw for a moment on the side of my lip before catching
myself. I'm excited about tonight, but I've only ever had sex with one other
person, and it was just OK. Austen is so experienced – what if I don't measure
up? He takes my hand again as we head through the kitchen and then down the
basement steps. As we reach the bottom, his hands snake around my waist and he
pulls me against his wide chest. I inhale his woodsy scent, feeling how this
contact with him calms me, as it always does.

"You're nervous," he whispers in my ear. "We
don't have to do this. I'll wait."

"No, I want to, really."

"I know, it's just…you're younger than me…and, are
you…?"

"A virgin?" I guess, and he nods. "No.
Boyfriend, junior year."

"How was it?" he asks, leaning back to study my
face.

I smile. "Honestly? I never really got what the hype
was about."

"Well, maybe I can explain it to you," he says,
his voice dropping into a slightly lower register. I feel my worries retreat to
a small place in the back of my brain as his lips touch mine. Feverish heat
runs through my body and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck. His tongue
slips inside my mouth and we taste each other hungrily. As far as I'm
concerned, our make-out sessions have already put anything I did with my one
high school boyfriend to shame, so I can't even imagine where we could go from
here.

"Tell me if I need to move slower," he whispers,
pulling away suddenly. I respond by covering his mouth with mine. I bet that'll
get the message across. It does. I feel my feet being lifted off the ground. My
sandals fall off my feet as he walks me toward the bed. I feel the mattress hit
the back of my thighs before he lifts me even higher and tosses me back onto
the bed.

As soon as I land, he's on top of me, feet still on the
ground, fingers pushing up the bottom hem of my tank top. I feel his tongue
circling my belly button as he pushes my shirt slowly upward, following its
progression with his lips. As it reaches the bottom of my breasts, he pauses,
pulling my bra up to lick the sensitive underside of both my breasts. I gasp,
and he pulls my shirt up over my breasts.

He wraps his hands around them as he groans, and I arch my
back into him. He pulls the cups of my bra down and rubs my nipples softly
between his thumb and forefinger on both sides, then he leans forward and sucks
my right breast into his mouth. He moves to my left side, flicking his tongue
teasingly across me, then begins to move down again. My toes begin to wiggle in
anticipation as he takes a long lick of my stomach just above the top of my
jeans.

I feel his hand on my thigh, moving slowly up toward my sex,
and fight to keep my breathing steady. Finally, he touches me,
there
,
rubbing his fingers back and forth across me until I'm aching for the fabric
still separating us to be removed. Just when I can't take it any longer, I hear
the sound of my zipper being pulled down. I straighten my legs and point my
toes as he peels off my tight jeans, discarding them on the floor.  A
moment later his mouth is on my inner thigh, nuzzling and kissing me.

His hands hold my legs apart and then begin to move in. They
come to rest over the crease of my hips and I gasp as I feel him spread my lips
apart with his thumbs. Cool air flows over my clit for a moment before his warm
mouth covers me. My hips immediately buck as he sucks softly on me, then flicks
his tongue back and forth. Holy shit. This isn't the first time I've
experienced a man down there, but it is by far the best.

I gasp as I feel an orgasm building up inside me. I've never
managed to come to orgasm with a boy before, and I'm shocked by how quickly
Austen is pulling it out of me. I feel him slip a finger inside me and groan.
His tongue slows its pace as he circles that finger inside of me ever so
slowly, bringing me back from the brink of my orgasm, even as it continues to
simmer inside me. My hands grab for the comforter next to me, and I ball it in
my fists. He begins to move faster, and I can't control myself any longer. My
back arches off the bed as I cry out with pleasure.

He continues to work me over until my spasms have quieted,
then I feel him crawl up the bedspread before shifting his weight to the side.
I blink my eyes open drowsily and see him take a condom out of the bedside
table. He rips it open with his teeth, but I press one hand down on the bed and
turn over into him, pushing his hand away. I want to experience more of him
first.

He grins as I run my hands under his shirt, feeling every
inch of his hard abs with the pads of my fingers. I reach back down and take
the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his head as he raises his arms.
Before I can sink back down, he reaches forward for my shirt, currently bunched
underneath my armpits, and I obligingly lift my arms over my head. He reaches
behind me and unsnaps my bra, sending it falling down to my hands where I toss
it off with a flick of my wrists.

I sit back up on my heels, now completely naked and feeling
gloriously sexy as he lets his eyes wander slowly over my body. He lets out a
slow stream of air from his lips as his gaze lingers on my small waist and
ample breasts. His legs are stretched out down the bed and I lay my hand gently
on his knee, gliding it slowly up his worn jeans toward his bulging crotch. He
relaxes back against his pillow as I dangle my fingers over his belt. I take
the silver clasp in one hand and the leather in the other, feeding it through
slowly. I bend over and take a nibble of the skin above the tops of his jeans
as I unbutton them and then run the zipper down.

His cock bulges out against his boxer-briefs as the pressure
from his pants is released. I slide a little lower on the bed and take the
denim in my hands, pulling his jeans off him. I can just see his tip protruding
out of the waistband of his underwear, so I lean over and run my tongue lightly
over it. I hear him groan, and run my fingers under the band and then up and over
his bulge before tossing his underwear on the ground.

I bite my lip as I look down at his thick member, now
curving upward until it hits his stomach. I slide my hand over his thigh and
gently take his balls in my hand before leaning over and wrapping his tip
between my lips. I feel his dick harden even further as I slide my mouth down
its length. I can't fit his whole shaft in my mouth, but I go as far down as I
can until he hits the back of my mouth. With my right hand, I hold the base of
his cock upright, while massaging his balls around and around with my left.

A drop of pre-cum adds a bit of salty lubrication as I make
my way up and down his length. I pause for a moment at the top and work my
tongue firmly around and around his sensitive tip. I'm tucking my lips over my
teeth again when I feel him grab my arm. The look in his eyes tells me to stop,
so I silently lay down next to him as he reaches for the abandoned condom on
the nightstand.

This time I don't stop him as he reaches for it and then
unrolls it down himself. I expect him to get on top of me, missionary being the
main position I've done, but instead he takes me by the hip and rolls me away
from him onto my side. I gasp as he continues his hand's motion, finding my
clit again. I'm still wet, and he runs his fingers up and down my slit before
pressing two fingers into me and circling them around.

"Tell me if this hurts," he whispers in my ear,
just before I feel his tip pressing in at my opening. He lifts my top leg
slightly as he moves into a better position, spooning me from behind. I gasp at
a sharp pain as his cock enters me. He pauses, but I shake my head.

"I'm OK. Keep going," I beg. He obeys, slowly
continuing his onslaught. His fingers move back to my clit, and I moan at the
dual sensation. As he reaches his depth inside me, I realize the pain I felt is
gone, partly due to the deft work of his fingers. "Oh, that feels so
good," I murmur, and he withdraws, thrusting back in more quickly. I moan,
feeling his length hit against every inch inside me.

I feel him snake his lower arm around my waist, holding me
more firmly against him as he pulls back and drives in harder. He picks up the
pace, finding his rhythm with every new thrust. My eyes lose focus and my body
relaxes completely against him except for my feet, as I try to gain some
traction on the bedspread to give him more pressure to work against. My head
falls back and into the hollow between his head and his shoulder. He slides his
tongue into my ear and I gasp. The orgasm takes me by surprise, ripping through
me as I buck against him. He has to hold me firmly in place as I lose control
over my body. As I begin to come down, I feel a warmth inside me as he comes,
grunting against my ear as his hand digs into my hip.

"Oh, fuck," he murmurs as he quiets, his other
hand still between my legs. His other hand moves up to my neck, slowly tracing
his fingers over my clavicle. I could lie like this forever, but I feel him
shift behind me, and he reaches down to hold the condom on as he pulls out of
me.

He rolls off the bed and I hear him in the bathroom. He
returns in a moment and curls back around me and I press back against him.

"I've never come from sex," I murmur offhandedly.
Probably not something I'd say if I were fully cognizant, but that orgasm has
got my brain swimming.

"No?" he replies, running his lips over the back
of my shoulder.

"No. Jake – the guy I dated my junior year – it was his
first time, too. Not that it's all on him…"

I feel him grin against me. "Well, I don't know. Judging
by your performance now, it might have been him." I turn over and wrap my
leg around his waist and my arms around his neck, running my fingers through
his closely cropped blonde hair.

"Since I'm already naked in your bed and there's no
need to flatter me, I accept your compliment," I reply with a smile.

We both freeze at the sound of footsteps upstairs and the
sound of our parents' voices passing by the basement door. Austen groans and
wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me to him with his fingers spread wide
across my bare back.

"Where do they think you are?"

"Out with Maya," I murmur.

"Do you feel guilty, lying?"

I pause for a moment to consider. "Honestly, no.
Sometimes my mom…I don't know, I just like having something that's just mine.
That's my secret. Well, Maya knows," I confess. "I had to tell her,
otherwise she might have let something slip." I sigh. "Speaking of, I
should get going. It would seem weird if I stayed out too late when I was
supposedly just hanging out with her."

"OK," he says, leaning in to give me a quick kiss,
then turning over and rolling off the bed. I head the other direction, and he
pulls on his boxers and then helps me find my clothes that have been strewn
about. After I put everything back on and then finally slip on my sandals, I
head for the door to the back steps.

"Come down tomorrow night?" he asks as I open the
door. I nod and smile, and then slip out up the steps and into the backyard. I
walk through the slightly dewy grass, keeping well away from the lights of the
house shining down onto the ground. When I reach the front curb, I run my hands
through my hair and across my clothes, then head up the front walk as though
Maya has just dropped me off.

I open the front door and pause, then shut it behind me. The
lights are on down here, but I don't hear anyone. I head up the stairs and look
toward my mom and Duke's room. The door is slightly ajar and the light is on.

"Mom, I'm home!" I call down the hall.

"Oh, hi, honey! OK!" she calls back. I wait to see
if she'll say anything else, but she doesn't.
That was easy.
I shrug and
head for the bathroom door. As I reach for the handle, it opens suddenly.

Logan stands shirtless in the doorway with a towel around
his waist, a lock of his wet hair hanging down on his forehead. He seems as
surprised to see me as I am to see him.

"Hey. Sorry. Didn't realize you were home," he
murmurs.

"Me either. I mean…" I trail off and we both shift
our weight to try to bypass each other, unsure of which way the other is going.
I finally stop and twirl a strand of my hair with my index finger.

"Have fun with Maya?" he asks, clearing his
throat.

"Um, yeah. Just hung out at her house," I lie. I
feel a knot of guilt form in my stomach. Why do I feel guilty about lying to
Logan when I don't feel guilty lying to my mom? "You?"