Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (57 page)

The next morning, Katie wandered downstairs wrapped in
Dylan's maroon sweatshirt after she woke up in his bed by herself. She took in
her surroundings – the movie posters, the cluttered dresser, the drum set that
had so annoyed her until...

She couldn't believe last night actually happened. She never
expected to even get along with her step-brother, let alone have feelings like
this for him.  Nothing in her life had ever come close to making her feel as loved
as she did last night – not winning homecoming queen (twice), not being the
only freshman invited to prom (at two different schools), not being voted most
popular in her senior yearbook. The way Dylan looked at her, it was like he
really understood who she was. He didn't underestimate her or make her feel
stupid. He let her be herself.

She padded into the kitchen, hair surely a mess. She didn't
bother to look in the mirror, though. For once, she didn't feel like she needed
to. When she rounded the corner she saw Dylan at the stove making pancakes and
smiled.
How cute could he possibly be?
she thought to herself. He was
still shirtless and wearing those same plaid PJs. His brow was furrowed as he
poured the batter onto the griddle messily. He was clearly concentrating more
than he needed to, and apparently didn't hear her come in. “You okay over
there?” Katie asked, leaning up against the counter with her arms crossed.

Dylan jumped, spilling most of the batter on the stovetop.
“Jesus!” He exclaimed. “Oh my God, you scared me,” he said, smiling. “I was
trying to make you pancakes. Our pancakes. For breakfast in bed,” he beamed.
“You look good in that,” he told her, pointing to his hoodie, which was
gigantic on her tiny frame.

“Well,” Katie pointed out, “thank you, but your pancakes are
burning.” She pointed over his shoulder.

Dylan turned his head back to the griddle. “Oh shit!” he
exclaimed, grabbing a dish towel and fanning away the smoke. “Uh, what do I do
here? Katie?” His voice was becoming increasingly panicked.

“Relax!” Katie told him. “Just turn the stove off, you
goofball!”

“Uhhh....” Dylan searched for the knob, temporarily
forgetting all of his surroundings, it seemed. Katie rushed to his side and
flicked the switch. He was being absolutely adorable.

“I didn't know you were this hopeless in the kitchen,” she
laughed as he continued his frenzied shuffling. “No wonder I only ever see you
eating cereal,” she said as she turned the stove fan on. She looked down again
at the pajama pants he'd been wearing for days. “When are you going to take
those damn pants off?”

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, the pancake
situation finally under control, and raised one eyebrow seductively. “You want
to get these off me again so quickly, hmm?” he teased, moving closer and
winking.

Katie knew he was just playing around, but she decided to be
a little naughty and call his bluff. She leaned in for a big kiss, wrapping her
arms around his neck, and just before her lips touched his, she whispered,
“Yep,” and yanked his pants down before scurrying away into the living room laughing.
He'd be after her in a second.

“Hey!” he called after her, laughing and pulling his pants
back up as he started to follow her into the living room. “What was that, you
little brat?”

She giggled as he chased after her. Katie ran around the
couch to try to dodge him, but Dylan was too fast and too big for her. She
tried to block him with a pillow, but he grabbed her and held fast, the two
smiling and laughing. His football background would have made it impossible for
her to outrun him anyway – not that she would ever want to. He scooped her up
into his arms and twirled her around, her legs kicking wildly, before he
dropped her lightly onto the soft cushions of the couch. “Now you're gonna get
it,” he smiled playfully.

“Oh am I?” she asked, sticking out her tongue.

“Yes, you are,” he said more quietly, leaning in for a kiss.

“I do think you need to get those pants off, though,” she
flirted.

“Oh yeah?” he asked. His eyes darkened with desire.

“Mhmm,” she responded, biting her lip. She wriggled out from
underneath him and slid off the couch and onto the floor in front of him. He
made a move to pick her up, but she stopped him. “Uh-uh,” she warned. “This is
just for you. Sit back, relax, and just enjoy it.” She tugged at the waistband
of his pants and pulled them down past his knees. He sighed and let his head
roll back.

“Jesus, Katie,” he said before she took him in her mouth. He
was already hard. She ran her fingers gently down the length of him, feeling
the heat of his arousal. He looked at her intently, gaze burning into hers. On
her knees, she looked like a tiny pixie and he couldn't wait to see her lips
wrapped around his cock. He pulled the hoodie she was wearing over her head,
exposing her naked body. “I want to see you”, he whispered.

She smiled and ran her tongue from the base of his cock all
the way to the tip before taking it in her mouth. He moaned, legs beginning to
twitch. “Fuck, Katie,” he hissed. She started to slide him deeper into his
mouth, slowly at first, until she was gagging. Sputtering, she took her mouth
off of him, letting her saliva drip down his shaft. Bobbing her head up and
down, she moved her hand in perfect sync with her mouth. She looked up at him
with her lips still wrapped around the head of his cock and flicked her tongue
back and forth. “Oh my God, babe,” he said, pushing her hair back from her face
and bucking his hips. She kept up her steady rhythm until he she could tell he
was about to cum.

Abruptly, he gently pushed her off of him, something she
didn't expect. “Stand up,” he instructed, voice husky. “Turn around. Bend
over.” His words made her heart race and she felt herself getting wetter. She
turned around to face the couch but looked over her shoulder at him. His face
was wild, almost feral. He pushed down on her lower back, forcing her lower
onto the couch. She wiggled her ass at him teasingly. He growled and she could
feel him probing her entrance, prepared to slide himself in.

“Dylan?” she asked before he entered her, getting a sudden
idea that made her heart race. She knew he'd love it too.

“Yeah, baby?” he responded, voice strained. He was clearly
trying to keep it together as much as he could, which was why she knew her next
request was going to turn him into an animal.

“Will you fuck my ass?” she asked sweetly, with a pout in
her voice. Katie wiggled her ass in his direction again.

“Oh my God,” Dylan growled. In an instant he was on his
knees, face buried in her ass, licking her hole for an easy entrance. He stood
and brushed his cock against her. “You sure?” he asked her gruffly.

“I'm sure,” she said, excited.

“Oh my God, thank fuck.” He spit on her hole once more
before he pressed into her slowly, making her squeal. She bit into one of the
throw pillows Nancy had picked out to match the décor. He was so big, but she
wanted to feel him like this. The deeper he got, the better it felt, and soon
the entire head of his cock was in her ass. “Oh my God,” Katie whined, reaching
down to play with her clit.

Dylan kept pushing, stretching her wider than she'd ever
been, but she could feel him start to shake. It was just as hard for him to
hold it together as it was for her. The combined sensation of his cock in her
ass with the feeling of her playing with herself was unbearably good. She
tilted her hips up, allowing him deeper entry, and she heard his sharp intake
of breath as he dug his fingers into her hips. “Yes, baby, oh my God,” he said,
pumping in and out of her slowly. “Fuck, you're so tight. You feel so fucking
good.”

Katie had no words, she was just relishing in the feeling of
his giant cock spreading her wide open. She felt him start to shake and shudder
and knew he was getting even closer. She turned her head around to look at him,
biting her lip, and he rolled his head back, slamming into her as he cried out
and came hard inside her. He thrust into her a few more times before he pulled
out and threw himself on the couch. “Oh my
God
, babe,” he drawled. “Let
me just like...recover here for a second.” He looked over at her and touched
her face, still trying to catch his breath. “You okay, sweetie?”

She giggled. “Of course I'm okay. How are you doing there,
chief?”

“Such a brat,” he said, shaking his head languidly, a lazy,
happy smile on his face.

Katie tucked her legs up underneath her. “So what do you
want to do now?” she asked eagerly.

“Hmmm...” he pondered, laying a hand on her thigh. “How
about we take a shower,” he started, “and have a movie marathon all day? Just
make it a lazy day.”

“That sounds good,” she smiled. Katie would have been fine
with anything he said by that point.

“Oh,” he added, “and lots of fucking. Like, tons. If I had
any more energy we'd already be going.”

She giggled and rested her head on his broad shoulder. “I
think that's a great plan. But don't try to burn the house down making pancakes
again.”

He gave her a look, then scooped her up in his arms and
carried her upstairs.

On their last night alone together, Dylan once again
proposed they watch a movie and promised he wouldn't spill Katie's popcorn
again. So far they'd watched
Citizen Kane
,
Star Wars
,
Good
Fellas
,
The Godfather
, and
Gone With the Wind
. Katie wasn't
completely turned off by any of them, which surprised her. She actually found
herself loving them, and loving the way Dylan gave his commentary throughout.
He knew so much. She wished she was as passionate about something as he was
about movies.

She was lying on his bed, where, like the past few days,
they'd just spent nearly the entire day having incredible sex. She was sore and
exhausted. She watched him rifle through his DVD collection, brow furrowed in
concentration.  His biceps rippled and she got a better look at his tattoo.

“Hey, Dyl?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbow.

“Yeah, baby?” he responded, still looking through his DVDs.

“What is your tattoo of?”

He stopped a moment and looked at his arm. He chuckled a
little bit. “It's the moon,” he said. “And it's got a lasso around it.”

She rolled her eyes. “I'm not blind,” she said. “I'm asking
what it means.”

He sat back on his heels. She'd finally convinced him to
ditch the plaid pants and now he was just in a pair of grey sweats. No matter
what he wore, he looked handsome; and she appreciated that he spent so much
time with his shirt off. She herself had been naked almost the entire week.
Every time she put clothes on, Dylan just took them off (not that she minded.)

“It means...” he trailed off. “It means I know what we're
watching tonight,” he said quickly, now on a mission. He picked up a DVD case
and walked over to where she was relaxing. “Come on, pretty girl,” he said,
giving her pussy a little smack.

She winced. “Ouch,” she said, pouting. “Haven't you
destroyed me enough for one day?” she joked.

He smirked at her. “Here, I'll kiss it and make it better,”
he said, kneeling down and spreading her legs. He ran his tongue gently over
her sore pussy then he kissed it tenderly before he picked her up and slung her
over his shoulder.

“Caveman,” she said.

“You love it,” he responded, smiling.

When they got downstairs he immediately let her down gently
on the couch and wrapped her up in blankets. He popped the DVD in the player
and joined her, snuggling in. “Okay, so,” he started. “When we watch this,
you'll understand my tattoo. It's called
It's a Wonderful Life,
it's
from 1946, and it stars the incomparable Jimmy Stewart. Now cuddle up, here,
cutie,” he told her, wrapping her up in his arms.

She didn't mean to, but soon enough Katie drifted off, her
head on Dylan's shoulder. She could feel him kiss her forehead as her eyes
fluttered shut. After a few moments, he brushed her cheek to wake her. “Baby,”
he whispered. “Here's the best part.”

Katie opened her eyes to see a couple on the screen. He
promised her the moon, if that's what she wanted. She smiled. “You got your
tattoo because of this?”

He looked down at her. “Yep,” he said, smiling back.

“You're a big softie, aren't you?” she giggled.

“As if you didn't know by now,” he replied, stroking her
hair.

Katie's expression suddenly changed to something more
pensive, more...worried. “Dyl?” she asked.

“Yeah, pretty girl?” he asked.

“What are we going to do when they get home?”

Dylan sighed. “I don't really know. We can't let them see,
that's for damn sure.”

Katie's heart sank. She knew it had to come to an end.

“But,” he said, “they're not going to be home all the time,
are they?” He smiled at her wickedly.

She grinned back. “I guess they aren't, aren't they?”

“And,” he continued. “You're not going to live here forever.
I don't expect to either. They can't keep their eyes on us then, can they?”

Katie considered this. “They really can't.”

“Nope,” Dylan said, smiling.

Katie settled back into him, snuggling until she fell asleep
and he carried her up to bed. Nancy and Bill were getting home tomorrow
morning, so tonight would be the last night they could spend sleeping in the
same bed for some time. Dylan intended to savor every second.

He wrapped Katie up in his arms, planting small kisses on
her neck and back. Just before she fell asleep, she murmured, “You're the best
step-brother ever.”

He chuckled and settled in, not wanting to ever let her go.

By: Patricia Heat