Redeemed Complete: A Military Stepbrother Romance (11 page)

I was having too much fun being the object of Harrison’s affections to be sad I wasn’t the only one to experience this. It was just too good.

I wanted him inside me. I wanted my stepbrother to fuck me. It felt so strange to have those thoughts running through my head, but not because I thought they were wrong, but because I’d had those thoughts before, but now it was actually a possibility. My step brother held himself above me kissing my body and making me moan with pleasure.

This was really happening. I didn’t want to let go of him for even a moment, or I would’ve pinched myself to make sure I was still awake. The strength of the pulses rushing through me suggested that I was, But I just wanted to be sure.

“Oh, Laurel, you don’t know what you’ve done to me all these years,” Harrison briefed on me before setting off again to explore my neck with his tongue and lips. I didn’t even respond, just lowered my hands around his strong back till they reached the scene of his T-shirt.

“Take this off,” I whispered, needing to feel his skin against mine, only more so.

“Yes, of course,” was all Harrison said as he sat up, still supporting himself on his knees. I dragged my hands around the front of his waist and left them there on either side, while Harrison reached down and in one fluid motion holds the T-shirt off of him and threw it on the floor.

He stayed above me like that, striking a pose, giving me an opportunity to ogle him. And although I did. I wanted to explore every nook and cranny of his body with a magnifying glass, such was the perfection I could see on just the surface level.

His tattoos swirled around his chest and upper arms, dark blue lines in the soft light coming into my room from the streetlight outside. They made him seem predatory, like an animal. An animal barely contained, and yearning to get out.

Yearning to unleash itself upon the woman he was with.

Me.

After a long moment or two Harrison bent forward again at the waist and held himself above me. Now, with just the thin cotton of my skimpy tank top between us, I could feel his chest pressing even warmer on top of me.
 

“Your turn.” The command implied was clear - and I listened, lifting myself off the bed already damp with the results of our fooling around even though we’d just begun.

Trying to be as graceful as Harrison was just now, I lifted my shirt off, almost as successfully. Harrison didn’t laugh, but just watched me, a look of lust mixed with a heavy dose of wonder as he saw my breasts come into full view for the second time ever.

“You are an angel, Laurel,” Harrison let out, before lowering himself on top of me. This time with no clothing in the way our bodies pressed together like they were meant to.

“Mmm, kiss me, Harrison,” was all I could say in response. What else was there? I wanted him inside me, badly, and he wanted it too. I could feel his hard erection pressing against me, through my panties and his sweat pants. I’d seen his cock earlier in the day, and the stories I’d heard the girls in high school talk about when he passed by, with looks of pure lust in their eyes, were all true: my stepbrother was hung like a horse.

And soon that giant cock of his would be inside me. If I wasn’t shuddering and moaning from Harrison playing with my body like an artist before an easel already, I would be at just that thought.

I ran my hands up his neck and to his head, feeling the roughness of his recently shaved head. I idly wondered if he’d let it grow back, or if he’d even have a choice in the matter.

Harrison took his time now that our shirts were both off and there was nothing between us up top, but soon he couldn’t help himself and his face found its way to my breasts. I full on gasped out loud the first time his lips eased their way across my chest from left to right, deftly avoiding my nipples with his caressing tongue.

“Mmmm, Harrison, that feels so good,” I whispered. I hadn’t told him yet, and there was no way for him to know, that my breasts were possibly my most sensitive area outside of my pussy. I’d gotten to a point where I could get myself off just from playing with them, a skill I was privately, well, very privately, very proud of.

But when someone else, say a gorgeous combination of my stepbrother and a soldier decided to focus exclusively on playing with my tits, I was as helpless as possible, reduced almost entirely to a quivering mass of moans and yelps of pleasure. I forgot that I was using my hands to trace the outlines of the muscles on Harrison’s broad back and my arms fell to my sides, splayed out on the bed as I wriggled beneath my stepbrother.

Harrison took this as the invitation it so cleary was and began to explore my breasts with his lips and tongue, with a hand in there too for good measure. I lost track of what he was doing - it was all a blur of heat, wetness, gentle pressure, hot and searing love bites all over, and rubbing my nipples expertly between his fingers.

Harrison’s skill and expertise as a lover was downright unfair, I decided in that moment. How did a man get so good at this? How much practice had he had?

Just as quickly as these thoughts flooded my brain, the disappeared, vanishing into an ether, only to be replaced by realizing I was moaning out loud and making more and more noise.

To Harrison’s credit, he didn’t stop playing with my breasts or teasing me, or turning me on with that sexy hand of his; no, instead of letting me come down from the moment and get ahold of myself, Harrison just reached up and clamped his hand over my mouth, stifling any sound I was making but giving me permission to be even louder, knowing he could keep me quiet.

It felt electric, feeling his hand over my mouth like that. I looked down at his face, and Harrison’s eyes looked back up at me, as if to ask the unspoken question of whether this was OK. I gave him a slight nod, but I knew he could see it in my eyes that whatever he was doing, if it meant we could keep going, I was totally on board with it.

He grinned when he felt my head move, and then he buried his face back between my breasts. I couldn’t help but arch my back against the mattress of my bed, trying to push my upper body even closer to his face. I wanted to feel him as close to me as possible.

I just couldn’t explain it - my formerly-hated stepbrother had turned me into a quivering mess with such ease that it shocked me. Where had all this sexual tension between us come from? Had it been welling up all this time, and finally the dam broke, and now all we could do was let ourselves be carried along for the ride?

A new welcomed assault on the undersides of my breasts banished these questioning thoughts again, and I responded by digging my fingers into Harrison’s back. He stopped for a moment and moaned, smiling at me, and dramatically over-emphasizing the volume of his moan.

He was making fun of me!

“Jerk!” I mouthed against his heavy hand still pressed against my face, keeping me quiet.

He moved his hand away for a second. “What was that?” Harrison asked, still licking my nipples, aching with how herd they were, and pressing against his fingers and lips.

“I said, you’re a jerk!”

He clamped his hand back down. “Yeah, I am, but you didn’t need to point it out. If you can’t say anything nice, Laurel…” he trailed off as I felt another wave of pleasure threatening to tear me apart.

“Fine, fine, I’ll be nice” I said, but my words came out as gibberish. Truth was I didn’t want Harrison to move his hand away from my mouth. While I wasn’t especially proud of it or anything, I was comfortable with being a little loud during sex, and with our parents so close by, I was glad Harrison was helping out in keeping me a little more quiet.
 

It was almost like he was taking responsibility for something! Did I dare allow myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, Harrison had turned over a new leaf? That maybe his declaration of love for me was more than just an expression of lust?

Had he really become a new person?

I didn’t even have time to think about it anymore, as Harrison’s attention to my breasts over the last few minutes brought me so close to orgasm that I was panting, my mouth open under his hand, begging him inaudibly to keep going and let me cum.

Somehow Harrison knew what was happening, could feel my body pulse under his with shocks of light all over, and doubled down, focusing even more on my tender boobs and nipples.
 

I couldn’t see straight anymore, everything felt so good, and for a few moments as the waves of orgasm crashed over me I just shook and convulsed against the bed, covered in my sweat. If Harrison’s hand hadn’t been in front of my mouth the sounds of my mewling and moaning would have woken the dead in the cemetery a few miles over.

I couldn’t take anymore, as I shook and came down off my orgasm’s comfortable bed made of sound and light, and I had to push Harrison away from my breasts with weak hands before he got the hint and leaned back, running his hands over his face and head, and working out the soreness in his tongue.

I must have laid there for a minute or so, just breathing heavily and barely recognizing the familiar surroundings of my room. I did recognize, however, Harrison’s smiling face above me.

“How was it?”

I closed my eyes and sank back into my bed, running my hands all up and down like I was creating a snow angel, just feeling the sensation of the cool sheets against my skin just now relaxing and coming down off the fierce power of my orgasm. “It was wonderful,” I breathed, finally opening my eyes and looking up at him. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Harrison chuckled. “And don’t get too comfortable - we’re not nearly done yet.”

I could have been done in that moment. As much as I wanted more of him, and I was shocked at how little we’d actually done together just now but how amazing it had felt, I was also almost worn out. The exertions of the evening, both good and bad, came flooding back.

But, just as fast as I felt the last sharp pangs of pleasure from my orgasm fade away, a new need replaced them - or, rather, a reawakening of an old need.
 

I needed Harrison to slip his cock inside me.
 

I needed him to feel me.

I needed my stepbrother to fuck me.

“Please, Harrison…” I trailed off before I could say anymore, the lust and desire thick and heavy in my voice. I could barely open my eyes, I wanted him so badly.

“Yes?”

“Please, Harrison, I need it…”

“Yes, Laurel, say it. Tell me what you need.”

“I need you, Harrison, I need you…”

“You need me to what?”

I gritted my teeth and forced my eyes open. Harrison had moved right up above me; our faces were mere inches apart, and I could almost reach my head up and kiss him right on the lips. I had a hunch he kept me just out of range, though, on purpose.

He wanted me to work for it.

And in this state, wound up as tight as I was, after that crashing orgasm he’d given me just using his hand and mouth on my tits alone, I’d work for it. I’d be only too happy to do so.

“I need you inside me.”

“That’s getting closer, but it’s not quite what I want to hear, and you know it, Laurel.” His eyes clouded over, and it was almost like he was someone else. “Say it, Laurel.”

I exhaled, sharply, and moaned long and soft, this time keeping myself in check and not getting it get too loud. “I need you to fuck me, Harrison. I need your cock inside me.”

And with that, Harrison ducked his head down and planted his lips firmly on mine. My mouth stayed open and his tongue pressed into me and we danced together with our lips like that. When he finally broke away, Harrison grinned at me. “Just like that, babe. Just what I wanted to hear.”

In all my lingering around after my first orgasm I hadn’t been paying attention to Harrison’s hands, but they hadn’t disappeared or taken even so much as a break - they were still rubbing up and down the sides of my torso while Harrison got me to say those magic words, and now that I’d said them it was as if I’d unlocked a more primal side of him.

His hands found their way to the waistband of my panties and my breath caught in my throat as he teased me, playing with the elastic and brushing his fingers over my hot and wet sex. I could feel how damp my panties were and I wished he’d just take them off, but Harrison seemed more interested in getting me all riled up before he started again, and I wasn’t going to argue. I was having too much fun, even if every individual moment felt like sweet and delicious torture.

I’d surrendered completely to my stepbrother, and I couldn’t wait for what would happen next. The very sensation, all the ideas of what he might do to me were enough to get me all hot and bothered all over again, even without his gentle yet forceful touch.

Finally, a minute later, I couldn’t take it any longer and begged, “Harrison, please, take them off me. Don’t tease me like this.” My voice was husky and low with desire. I sounded like a different woman, such was his hold over me.

“Just a moment longer, babe,” he assured me, and kept moving his hands as if my panties weren’t even there. The thinnest silk came between his rough fingers and my most sensitive parts, but all I wanted in that moment was for them to disappear so he could manhandle me any way he wanted.

I was breathing heavily, lifting my head up to watch him as Harrison guided his hands up and down my legs and thighs. Flailing about for a moment, my hands settled on my pillow, so recently used and then forgotten, and moved it closer to me so I could prop my head up and get a better view.

Harrison took that moment to bury his head into me, breathing in deep against the silk of my panties. “Mmm, Laurel, you smell amazing,” he whispered, making eye contact with me for a brief moment before looking down again at my pussy. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Don’t, then,” I almost cried out, but managed to keep to a strident whisper at the last second. “Please, Harrison, take them off, it’s too much. I need you. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Finally he listened to me and gripped the waistband of my panties on either side with his fingers, sliding them down and off my legs in one clean motion with my help. He took my panties, now free of my legs, and stuck them in front of his nose, taking one last deep breath before throwing them off the bed to join the rest of our clothing.