Stepbrother Catfish: The Complete Series (20 page)

Car horns blare behind us. Andrew reluctantly tears himself away. He throws the car into gear and we’re off again, racing down the streets.

I swallow. I can still taste him on my lips. My heart is racing. I feel like I was running a marathon and suddenly had to stop running.

We hit every red light in the city it seems. He throws the car into park and ravishes me until the people around us start honking and swearing. It’s a wonder we make it to his place in one piece.

By the time Andrew pulls the car up to the curb, I’m feverish and trembling. In his haste to park I feel the tires bump over the curb. He slams the car into park, jumps out and then yanks open my door to pull me from my seat.

“Andrew…” I start breathlessly.

He stops me by slamming me into his rock hard chest and kissing me. He’s trying to kiss me silly, I think. The joke’s on him. I’m already crazy, drowning in need.

He groans into my mouth and his hips grind against me. He’s thick and hard. Gods, he’s going to be the death of me. I’m so achy. To feel him rubbing my clit, his hard bulge working me, I fear I might lose myself completely and have an orgasm right here in the middle of the freakin’ street.

I break away, I have to or I’m going to wake up the whole neighborhood by screaming. Andrew shakes his head as if he too has to get ahold of himself. He grabs my hand, his fingers squeeze tightly and he leads me into the building.

The lobby is empty as usual save for the security guard at the desk who nods his head at us and says, “Good evening.”

Andrew nods at the guard and I offer a flustered smile. I’m almost running, trying to keep up with Andrew’s pace. I know my face is flushed and I’m pretty sure I’m sweating.

The guard looks at me knowingly, his eyes appraising. My cheeks burn so hot, I’m sure they’re going to start melting. Andrew pushes the button for the elevator. The doors open instantly. I rush inside just to escape the guard’s knowing gaze.

Andrew steps inside and pushes the button for his floor. The elevator doors slide shut and instantly Andrew is all over me.

He walks me back, pushing me up against the elevator wall. Grabbing my hands, he pins them above my head. His hard body molds against me. I’m helplessly trapped. I can feel his every ridge, his every groove. I know every inch of his body by memory. I’ve touched, stroked, and tasted every inch of his warm skin over and over again in my dreams.

His mouth, his sweet mouth hungrily devours me. First, he’s pulling at my lips. Then he’s sucking at my neck. Down, his slick lips travel. His tongue dips into the hollow of my throat. I groan and arch. He let’s go of my hands only to yank down the top of my dress and bury his face in my breasts.

His tongue laps, his mouth suckles. I feel like he’s about to tear off my dress with his teeth.

“Andrew,” I tip my head back and moan. My hands hover in the air before I realize they’re free. I bring them down and my fingers wrap around his head. I just want to keep him there, face trapped in my cleavage.

The elevator dings, the doors slide open. Andrew’s head pops up. He takes me by the hand and pulls me out. It’s almost as if we’re dancing.

My back slams up against another wall. I’m pretty sure we’re in his hallway, outside his door. His body traps me. His knee goes between my knees. How much more can I take? I arch back, accepting that knee. Rubbing against the knee. His kisses my neck then his mouth travels up.

He licks my earlobe then his hot breath washes over me, “Fuck, Hailey. Do you know what you do to me?”

He reaches out and grabs my hand. He guides my hand to the bulge in his pants. My fingers wrap around him instinctively. I stroke him through the fabric. It just feels like the natural thing to do.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he groans then tongues my ear.

My fingers squeeze his hard shaft. I’d respond. I’d think of something to say if only I could think. The only thing I can seem to think is I never thought I’d like someone tongue fucking my ear. It feels fucking amazing.

“I’ve tried to stay away.” His knee presses into me, grinding. “I’ve tried to give you space.”

I whimper. I feel my eyes rolling back in my head as he knee works against my clit.

“Staying away from you is killing me.”

Andrew grabs my hand and pulls it off his dick. He looks at my face and grabs me by the chin. My eyes are wide, my gaze is hazy. His eyes are swirling black holes. I’m hypnotized.  I feel like I’m falling into him.

“I can’t wait for you to forgive me, Hailey. If I don’t have you now, I’m a dead man.”

“Andrew,” I say too softly. I can’t tell him I forgive him, not in the heat of the moment. But I want to tell him I want this just as much as he wants it. I mean to see what I started to the end. Wherever that takes us.

He suddenly looks furious, “Don’t call me that.”

I gulp. He curses. The spell is broken. Almost.

He kisses me furiously. He kisses me as if he’s angry with me. He kisses me as if he can’t get enough of me. His hands find my hips. His fingers dig in. He maneuvers me, walking me, leading me into the darkness.

I’m overcome by an overwhelming sense of déjà vu as my back hits another wall and Andrew kisses me in the darkness of his apartment. This is how we began. This is how we both became addicted to each other. Is this how we end?

That first time it felt like I was walking into a horror movie, only to end up in the arms of my soul mate. That was when Andrew was still AJ. I was young, dumb and in love. It feels like years ago, but it’s really been only a matter of days.

His hands go under my skirt and I feel him grabbing my panties. His lips leave me as he bends down and yanks my panties down my legs. They leave a trail of sticky wetness along the way. My cheeks warm with embarrassment. Thankfully I don’t think he can see.

I can’t see. It’s so dark I’m not entirely sure my eyes are even open. I sense him straightening back up. I feel the air moving. Here, in the dark, he feels like a giant presence looming over me. Moving and doing things. I feel so small. It’s so damn exciting I can’t stop trembling.

My hands reach out, I grab him. My fingers twist in his shirt. I start to hear buttons popping. Sorry not sorry. I tear his shirt open. His chest is like warm stone, even a bit rough and grainy as I press my palms against him. He radiates heat while the wall against my back is icy cold. I shiver. I remember this too.

The air moves. A hand hits the wall on either side of me.

He leans close and his breath fills my ear, “Every time you call me Andrew it feels like you’re slapping me.”

Maybe, in a way, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. He just made me so damn angry. He broke my heart. For moments, I seriously hated him. I no longer wanted him to be AJ. AJ was just some unobtainable fantasy. Andrew was always pissing me off, always being mean to me. Ever since Tiffany showed up, he’s been Andrew to me.

“I feel like it’s a bad habit I need to fuck out of you.”

My breath hitches. It’s on the tip of my tongue to beg him, to tell him
oh, please do
.

“I want to fuck you, Hailey. I want to fuck you so bad.”

He grabs my hand, “Feel my cock.” Once again he guides my hand to what I expect is the bulge in his pants. Instead, I gasp in surprise when I feel my fingers wrapping around his warm velvet flesh.

“Do you feel that?” His hand guides my hand, forcing me to stroke up, towards his head. My fingers touch something wet. “It’s weeping. My dick is fucking crying it missed you so bad.”

Holy shit. I seriously want to swoon. The way he’s talking to me, so dirty, my knees are beyond weak. I squeeze, more out of a reflex to keep from falling. My fingers are wet, coated with him.

Somehow I manage to softly say, “I missed you too.”

“Did you, Hailey?” his silky voice caresses my ear.

“Yes,” I admit.

“Show me,” he instantly challenges me.

How do I show him? How do I put into words the pure agony staying away from him wrecked on me? That even when I found out about Tiffany, even when I believed she was his girlfriend and he was cheating on her with me, that I still wanted him. I still longed for him. I cried more for what would never be than anything else. And that made me cry even more because I felt like a horrible, shitty person who only cared about herself.

“Feel,” my voice cracks like static as I boldly lead his hand beneath my skirt.

The things this man brings out in me. The things I
do
when I’m with him.

I guide his hand to my wetness. His fingertips trace through my folds. He shudders. I bite my lip.

“So wet,” he growls in husky admiration.

“Please,” I beg though I’m not quite sure what I’m begging for. I just want more. I want what he’s not giving me.

His fingers roam over me, exploring me. Then they enter me. I’m so wet, so ready. There’s really no resistance at all. I groan, my back arches as I clench around him.

“Hailey?” he asks huskily. Slowly, inch by throbbing inch, he curls his fingers and withdraws. “Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to do this. Just say the word and I’ll stop.”

I hesitate. Not because I want him to stop, but because I can’t decide how to tell him to just please keep going. Please slam himself inside me. Please fill me, please break me. Just do anything. Especially fuck me raw.

Suddenly he slams his fingers inside me. It’s just what I wanted. Just what I needed. Yet, still my body craves more.

“Don’t stop,” I groan. I squeeze my thighs, trying to keep himself inside me. It’s a vain effort, he slips right out.

“Let go of my dick and wrap your arms around me,” he commands.

I’m so eager, so wet and needy, I instantly obey. My hands slide up and I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands, his damp fingers grab me by the ass and he picks me up. Without really thinking about it, I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on.

Andrew carries me to his bedroom. With each step he takes, I feel his hard cock bobbing, bouncing against my ass. I brace myself, I know what’s coming next, yet I’m still surprised by the drop. Together, we fall.

The mattress hits my back. Somehow Andrew manages to keep from completely crushing me. I start to sink and he pushes up on his arms.

Even here, in his bedroom, it’s too dark. I can feel him, I can imagine him, but I just can’t see him. I need to see.

Andrew buries his face in my neck. His teeth are nibbling me when I ask, “Is there a light you can turn on?”

I feel him shift his weight to the right side. I sense his arm reaching over me. There’s a soft click then the small lamp on his nightstand flickers on.

“Better?” he asks coming back.

“Yes,” I blink.

It takes a moment for everything to come into focus. His body hovers above me. With my panties gone and my legs wrapped around his waist, I’m completely spread open. There’s nothing to stop him from taking me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Andrew growls and reaches down.

He takes his cock in his hand then he begins to rub the head through my drenched folds. I moan and writhe. The anticipation, the need to have him inside me is maddening.

“I can’t wait. I’m sorry, I can’t,” he apologizes, then I feel him slamming himself inside me.

He impales me. He so big, so thick. I somehow forgot just how much he fills me. How much he stretches me.

“I love you, Hailey,” he says desperately.

Out, he pulls out. The walls of my sex quiver, empty.

“Don’t,” I cry. It aches, it hurts. I whimper at the loss of him. I just can’t seem to formulate the rest of the words to tell him not to leave me.

He stills, just the tip of him remains. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes again, in agony. “I can’t stop. I can’t. It will fucking kill me.”

He thrusts forward. It’s so hard, so fast, I’m surprised he didn’t thrust right through me.

“Don’t be sorry,” I somehow finally cry as he rolls his hips, grinding himself deep. “Just don’t stop, please.”

“Never,” he growls and pumps furiously.

His hips meet my hips. He’s so deep, so fast, he starts smashing my clit. I can’t take it. The pressure, the sensation, everything that’s coiled up inside me just snaps. I’ve been wound up and tense for too long. I need release as much as I need air to breathe. I need to let go. I need to shed my skin and connect with him.

“Andrew!” I scream only to cry out with the next, “AJ!” It doesn’t matter, not at this point. To me, no matter what he says, they’re one and the same now. And inside my head they’ll probably always be.

“Fuck, Hailey, fuck,” he roars.

His head drops, his teeth sink into my neck. My sex convulses. It feels like every muscle in my body spasms. I’m lost, drowning in wave after wave of wetness.

Andrew’s cock grows, it feels like he’s swelling inside me. Then he’s pulses and pumps me full of his heat.

I don’t know how long it takes for us both to come back down to our senses. All I know is that at one point, he rolls over, dragging me with him. I snuggle up to Andrew’s chest and listen to him breathe as he falls asleep.

It feels so right, my skin touching his skin. I’m warm in his arms, protected. He may be an asshole to the rest of the world, but when he looks into my eyes, when I feel him burying himself inside me, losing himself, I know he loves me.

There have been lies. We’ve both been dishonest. Him, in the way he tried to obtain me, and the way he tried to keep me. Me, by not being up front and acknowledging my feelings in the first place. Maybe if I hadn’t worried too much by about what people think, maybe none of this would have even happened. Maybe Andrew wouldn’t have resorted to catfishing me.

I turn my head to the side and place a little kiss on his chest. He murmurs in his sleep, it sounds like he’s saying my name while his arms tighten around me.

This is where I belong. There is where I need to be.

With him.