Risk: A Military Stepbrother Bad Boy Romance (6 page)

SARAH

My muscles seized up and I gasped, feeling my brother’s tongue disappear from my wetness as shouting rang out over the parking lot.

“What’s going on?” I yelped.

“Just some kids fighting,” Damien murmured, turning away from the commotion.

“Should we…” I started to say but my brother pushed me back down onto the car, pushed me back into my miasma of pleasure.

“No. Just keep your mouth shut,” he growled as I felt his tongue work its way back into my wetness. Back into my needy, sopping hole.

“Oh, Damien…” I grunted, thrusting my hips towards his mouth, grinding myself into his face as he began to flick my clit with the tip of his tongue.

“God, it’s so good…” I whimpered.

“What did I say about keeping your mouth shut?” Damien said with a soft chuckle, letting me feel his teeth. I gasped, practically on the verge of cumming around.

“I can’t… I just can’t… It feels too good…” I moaned, my body shuddering in delight in ways that I had never imagined were possible. I wanted more of it: more of his tongue, more of his mouth, more of him, my brother, my step brother—eating me, devouring me, making me beg for him…

His tongue swirled around my throbbing little nub of pleasure and I gasped harder than I had all night, bucking my hips like a wild animal.

Still, though: the shame of knowing who this was who was doing this to me descended on me. It hit me hard. It made me hate it, and it made me want more of it at the same time. I was wetter than I ever had been before. I was hotter and needier and more turned on than I ever had been.

But it was all due to my brother.

Well, my stepbrother. But still. But oh, god, it was just too good. I was on the verge of cumming, on the verge of achieving orgasm under my brother’s tongue.

I had first orgasmed back when I was thirteen, younger than Dakota, in fact. I had been a lonely kid, and I would steal away to my room, living in the world of my fantasies as I touched myself, as I imagined some gorgeous young guy, a guy like Justin Bieber or something like that, appearing out of no where to touch me, to make love to me. I didn’t really know what he would do, but it was enough just to imagine that there was SOMETHING out there, SOMETHING taboo and delicious and erotic that he might do to me, might do to make me feel things I had never dared to feel before…

And then, before I knew what was happening, I was cumming: I opened my mouth in a silent scream of almost unfathomable pleasure as every part of my body shrieked in delight, every atom of my body aching in the most exquisite arousal, the most exquisite agony of ecstasy as my pussy released into my brother’s mouth.

I saw stars, and not just the ones in the sky.

“How ya’ doing there, kiddo?” Damien asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looking down at me. I took a deep breath, smiling.

“That was… That was incredible.”

I reached up, grabbing him by his collar, and pulled him close, pressing my lips to his wet ones, tasting myself on him—tasting ever bit of what I had left on his lips. Tasting all of it and craving more.

I reached down to his pants, feeling the massive bulge straining against the woolen fabric. God, but he felt huge—would he even fit inside of me?

“Do you want this?” he asked me softly as he spread my legs once more. I nodded silently as he unzipped his pants. He undid his belt, and a moment later, I saw his cock spring into view: a massive piece of magnificent flesh, swollen and angry looking, looking like a demanding conqueror ready to invade and seize new territories…

I reached out and wrapped my hand around him, holding him tight. He let out a slight gasp, grunting in pleasure as I began to stroke him.

“How… how does that feel?” I murmured, feeling the way the tip of his cock, massive and pink, had swollen and gotten wet, covered with a thin film of pre-cum.

“That’s great, babe,” he grunted. I guided his cock to my wetness, and held him close as he slid inside of me.

“Oh, god…” I gasped, whimpering as my stepbrother took my virginity. It was the nastiest, sluttiest thing I had ever done and I loved it—I felt like a real woman now, like a cool kid, a popular kid. Hell, look at me! Here I was, having sex on the hood of a Mustang in the high school parking lot!

“Is that okay?” Damien asked softly as he gripped me by the butt, guiding his cock deeper and deeper inside of me. God, he had so much dick—it felt like it went on forever, the slow, agonizing process of sliding his flesh inside of me.

I nodded, biting my lip. It hurt a little bit—a twinge, a stretch, but then he was inside of me.

“It does hurt,” I admitted. “You’re just so big…”

“That’s what they all say,” Damien laughed. I glowered at him.

“How many girls have you fucked?”

He rolled his eyes, and I felt myself tighten around him as he forced me down onto the hood of the car, my back to the metal.

“I’ve been around, Sarah,” he whispered in my ear as he slid himself out. “But now, you’re all I see…”

Of course, he had been around. He had been to war. He had done so many more things than I had done. I forced myself to remember that as jealousy took hold of me, even as Damien’s cock rode in and out of me.

“Look at me,” I whimpered, holding his face in front of mine, kissing his lips with my hunger as he pumped me.

“I am,” he replied, driving himself harder and faster into me. I bit my lip, savoring the way he felt inside of me, the way his cock expanded inside of my hole, pressing against my inner walls.

“It feels good… Oh, god…” I gasped. “Please, harder, baby…”

I let out a loud moan, louder than I had meant to. Damien clapped a hand over my mouth and looked up.

He stopped moving altogether for a moment or two, but then he must have decided the coast was clear because he began pumping into me again, picking up the pace.

“No one noticed…” he whispered in between soft moans. “But you still have to shut up…”

“I can’t…” I moaned. “It feels too good.”

So, Damien did the only logical thing: he covered my mouth with his, our tongues dancing in time with his thrusts as he packed his cock into me, my poor hole already aching. I had never had anything like his cock up there, and he was huge, and especially thick: thicker than the handle of my hairbrush, which was my normal, go-to tool for making myself cum on a school night…

“Please, Damien, please…” I moaned. “I want to feel you cum inside of me…”

God, was that really me saying those words? Those filthy, filthy fucking words? I was a good girl. A careful girl. But here I was, having unprotected sex in public—on school property, no less—and begging my stepbrother, of all people, to cum inside of me.

“But—“

“Just do it,” I gasped, wrapping my legs tight around him. “I don’t care about the consequences. I don’t fucking care. I just want to feel you cumming inside of me…”

“God, I love when you talk dirty like that…” he murmured, biting my lip as he kissed me. And then, I felt his cock pulsing inside of me, pumping, throbbing: stream after stream of his hot seed flooded into me, and I bucked my hips, opening my muscles up as wide as I could, as if trying to get as much of his cum into me as possible, my pussy practically milking his cock, like a hungry baby suckling at its mother’s teat.

“God, it feels so good…” I whimpered as he finished, his cock softening inside of me as he finished filling me with his seed.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” he murmured as he slid himself out of me. I giggled.

“I can’t either.”

I fixed my dress and he zipped his pants back up. We sat on the hood of his car together, leaning on one another.

“This is pretty fucked up, you know,” Damien said, sliding a hand around my waist.

“I know. We’re messed up.”

“But I think we can keep it a secret.”

I bit my lip.

“Do you really think so? I mean, we’d be dead if anyone found out…”

“No one pays attention to anything in this town,” Damien scowled. “Your dad ignores you guys. You get ignored in school. No one even knows who I am. Who’ll find out?”

I sighed, nodding.

“I’m sure you’re right… But still. We can’t, you know… Be obvious about it.”

“How so?”

“Well, we probably can’t hold hands in public or, you know, kiss and stuff…”

Damien made a face.

“What do you think this is?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… I’m not your boyfriend,” he said, finally.

I flushed hard. I felt tears coming to my eyes, threatening to overwhelm my eyelashes, dams threatening to break.

“I mean, no, obviously not,” I said unsteadily. “I just thought…”

I stood up, starting back to the gymnasium.

“Sarah, wait!” Damien called out.

“I don’t know what I thought, okay?” I exclaimed. “I just… I don’t know, I just lost my virginity to you. What do you think this is, Damien?”

He was frozen before me. I had never seen him look so insecure. The effect it produced on me was enormous: I wanted to run to him, to throw my arms around him.

“I… I don’t know…”

“Well, you need to decide. Because that’s going to affect what I think this is.”

“I… Sarah, we can’t be together. We can’t be boyfriend and girlfriend. We don’t have a future together.”

“I know, I know, I know… I just thought…”

He was waiting, waiting for me to finish: I shouldn’t have wanted what I did, but I wanted it and I knew I needed to tell him.

“I thought we could be together, you know, in secret.”

“And then? After that?”

“After what?”

“You’ll go to college. I’ll probably go back to the Marines.”

“Why can’t it just be a high school romance?” I demanded. “Most kids who get together in high school don’t stay together. Why does it have to be some sort of eternal thing?”

Damien drifted close to me, took my hands, kissed them. I melted and leaned against him.

“I just like you more and harder and faster than anyone else I’ve ever met…” I whispered. “And I hate that you’re my stepbrother but I guess if you weren’t, I’d never have met you…”

“That’s right,” he replied, stroking my hair, holding my head against his chest.

“And I want to feel what it’s like to be loved…”

There. I said the word. Four letters. Plus a d, but no one was counting.

“Sarah…”

“There. There. I think I’m falling in love with you, you jerk. Are you happy?”

Damien gave me a wry grin.

“Kind of, yeah.”

He leaned in for a kiss, a kiss which I didn’t give up willingly but which I found myself leaning into with increasing enthusiasm as the seconds went by.

“Let’s get back to the dance,” I said finally. “Mitch is probably wondering where the hell we are.”

“I’m sure we’ve given him something to be scandalized about…” Damien muttered as we traced our way back through the parking lot.