Stepbrother Studs Ian: A Stepbrother Romance (3 page)

“What?” Veronica didn’t know where she got breath to speak the words. She felt like she was drowning. “L—love?”

“Yeah.” He swallowed, looking down at her rug, his voice quiet. “Love. Actual love. I mean, all the other stuff too…”

He glanced briefly at her, then started boring a hole in her rug again as he continued. “I mean, a guy’d have to be dead not to think you were hot. But it’s not just that. I.. fuck, I’ve been in love with you for years. There, I said it. That’s why… I got this.”

He rubbed a hand over her likeness on his abdomen.

“A tattoo.” She gulped. “Of me.”

“Yeah, it’s you.” He gave her a small, sheepish smile and a sidelong glance. “It’s always been you. I thought, maybe, if I had you here, with me, that I could let you go… out there…”

He waved his hand at the wall, indicating some great “out there.”

“I get so jealous, Veronica,” he confessed softly. “I hear you with them, and I want you to myself. And you know, the fact is, I don’t date girls. At all. I mean, I pretended all the time to want one and to be frustrated at not having one, but it was all bullshit.”

“It was?” Something took flight in her chest. Hope, maybe. Could it be?

“It’s only you I love, and I’ve pretty much resigned myself to not having you.” He made a face, like he was disgusted with himself, shaking his dark head. “I know I have no right to be jealous. I know. I’m sorry, Veronica.”

She sat there in silence, unable to move, breathe.

“I suppose…” said Ian, biting his lip. “I suppose I should probably move out. So you don’t have to live with your pervert brother.”

“Ian,” Veronica breathed his name, thrilling at the heat of it over her lips. His name had never felt so sweet in her mouth. “I have something to show you.”

Slowly, she got off the bed, and stood before him. Ian blinked at the sight of her, like she was a light that pained him, as she lifted her black t-shirt, pulling it off over her head. She was wearing a white cotton bra underneath and she saw his gaze flicker over her dark nipples and areolas before dropping lower, to her belly.

Then she stuck her trembling thumbs under the elastic of her panties and slowly peeled them down. Not all the way, just to the edge of her dark pubic hair. Just enough for him to see.

The look on his face was priceless. He stared, astonished, at the tattoo she had done six months before in large, bold, gothic letters.

Property of Ian

“This Ian, being, who?” He stared at her, incredulous. “Me?”

“Who else, dummy?” Veronica nodded, half-smiling through tears.

“Well I’ll be fucked.”

I hope so, she thought, but didn’t say.

“I don’t bring guys around, Ian.” She swallowed. “For a reason.”

“What? Why?” He shook his head, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.

“Girls only.” She shrugged. “Because… I gave up hope of ever having you too. And if I couldn’t have you? Well then…”

“Veronica.” He reached a hand out to touch it, her tattoo, tracing his own name on the pale rise of her belly. “Am I dreaming?”

“I was awful to you,” she confessed, swallowing hard. “I was mad at you, I guess. Because… I blamed you for being my stepbrother. It made everything impossible. I knew I’d never be able to have you…”

“But you wanted to?” He lifted his gaze to hers, those dark eyes gone smokier than she’d ever seen them.

“Still.” She reached out and touched his stubbly cheek. “Want you. Love you.”

“That explains all the hostility.” He grinned. “That time I brought Angela home…”

Veronica’s face darkened.

“Okay, yes, I was jealous.” Her lips pursed at the memory.

“Now you know how I felt.” Ian snorted. “The three little kittens and their sex show right next door.”

“You wanted to come join us?” She grinned.

“
You.
” He grabbed her suddenly around the waist and pulled her close, resting his cheek against her belly. “All I could think about was you, I swear it. Even when I brought Angela home, I was trying to force myself to forget you, to give up on you. When you made her so angry she left, I gotta say, I wasn’t too pissed off about it.”

“You sure sounded like you were,” she scoffed.

“Just keeping up appearances.” His cheek was rough as he rubbed it against her skin. “I couldn’t have you finding out…”

“Like I wasn’t going to see that tattoo eventually?” she giggled. “I think you wanted to be found out.”

“Maybe I did.” He turned his head to grin up at her.

“Who did that, by the way?”

“Burt. At Cayce’s shop. It’s good, isn’t it?”

“Burt does great work.” She smirked, shaking her head. Damned Burt. He’d tattooed Ian’s name on her belly, all the while knowing Ian had a tattoo of Veronica on his! Of course, she’d lied and said it was some other Ian, but he had to have known…

“I told him I lost a bet. But I don’t think he believed me.” Ian shrugged, looking up at her. She saw his gaze shift and his brows go up in surprise. “Hey, you blocked the vent.”

“I was mad at you.”

“For listening?”

“For not coming after me.”

“But I did.” He placed a kiss on her navel.

“Yes, you did.” Her hand moved through his thick, dark hair. “Finally…”

“You left it open on purpose, didn’t you?” he asked, a dawning look of realization on his face. “You wanted me to listen…”

“Duh.” She chuckled, pushing him back into the mattress. He grabbed her hips to steady her when she straddled him. “Took you long enough…”

“I guess we’ve got some time to make up for.” He let out a sharp breath when she wiggled on him, positioning her pussy right over the stiff press of his erection through his boxers.

“Starting now?”

“On your mark, get set…”

Veronica leaned in and kissed him.

And it was everything she hoped it would be.

Tenderly at first, tentative, their lips gently touched, bumped like two small boats moored at the same dock, lightly bumping each other from a gentle swell.

Then they bumped again, and this time stayed close. Veronica grabbed the back of his head as he did hers and they pressed in, long and hard, growing more desperate every minute. She felt his cock swelling between them, to monumental proportions. His hands roamed her body, the soft dips and swells, and she longed to be skin-to-skin, to have no more barrier between them.

“Ian,” she whispered, rocking with the tide, her tongue dipping into his ear.

“I know.” He gripped her hips and rolled her to her back, his mouth blazing a trail down her throat to her breasts, licking them through the fabric, making her dark nipples appear like magic coins beneath the material.

“Ian,” she whispered again, like she had over and over in the middle of the night when she touched herself and thought about him. But this time, he was here. She wasn’t dreaming, no longer fantasizing. He was real. Hers.

“Fuck, Veronica, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured as she arched upward while he unfastened the front hook on her bra.

Her breasts spilled into his hands, creamy white, her sensitive nipples pointing straight at his waiting mouth, the areola puckered tight. She moaned when he licked and then sucked them, feeling the gentle rock of his hips in response, matched by her own. The sensation tingled through her whole body, but especially between her legs, where her pulse throbbed, faster and faster.

His mouth trailed lower, tongue dipping briefly into her navel, spending a moment tracing his name on her belly, before he nosed his way through the dark, glistening hair at the top of her cleft. He yanked her panties down and off. Her pussy lips were shaved smooth and he parted them with his tongue, making her squirm on the mattress, spreading her thighs wider to give him room.

Ian settled in with a moan, tasting her, delving deep, low, diving and coming back up again for air. His tongue settled on her clit, flickering, nudging it back and forth. Veronica cried out when he sucked it between his lips like he had with her nipple, and then moaned low and loud when he began truly feasting on her pussy. He fastened his mouth over her, tongue lashing back and forth, round and round, changing direction every few moments, so she wasn’t quite sure what was coming next.

“Oh, fuck, Ian!” she cried, hands on her knees, pulling them back. “Put your fingers in too, baby. Finger my pussy!”

Ian seemed to like that idea and he twisted two fingers inside her wetness, pushing in hard, and she met his thrust with her own.

“That’s it,” she urged. She’d never been shy about asking for what she wanted. “Hard. Do it hard.”

He fingered her harder, his tongue making circles around her clit now, a fast, consistent movement that she knew was aimed at making her climax. Veronica put her feet against his shoulders, rolling her hips, fucking him back, forcing his tongue flat against her clit.

“Oh fuck, Ian, ohhhh!” she moaned and bucked, her body so tense with her impending orgasm she was shaking all over. “You’re going to make me come all over your face!”

Ian groaned and licked her faster, his fingers twisting and thrusting inside of her, but it was the sight of his other hand pumping his cock that sent her over. His boxers had disappeared and she saw pre-cum glistening on the tip as he stroked himself faster, faster, matching the rhythm of his tongue against her clit.

“Oh! Oh! Ian! Coming! Oooo coming for youuu!”

She shuddered as her climax crested, sending hot, delicious pulses of pleasure through her whole body, radiating out from her throbbing pussy, hardening her nipples and flushing her breasts and cheeks. Veronica grabbed his hair and shoved his face into her cunt, rocking, thrusting, needing him, wanting him.

Ian devoured her, hungry and eager, his tongue dipping low as he slid his fingers out of her hole and licking them clean as he watched her slowly come back down to earth, her bottom resting back on the mattress again.

“I don’t want to know where you learned that,” she whispered hoarsely as he stood, leaning over to kiss her. The tangy taste of her juices on his tongue when he pushed it into her mouth inflamed her lust again. She was desperate to feel him inside her, to take the hot, pounding fuck she knew he wanted to give her.

“I’ve been fantasizing about doing that for years,” he whispered against her lips.

His cock throbbed against her thigh and he hissed through his teeth when she reached down to grab it in her fist. She smiled at his reaction, rubbing her thumb over the head.

“Me too,” she admitted, tugging at his cock. She wanted him inside her, but first, she had to taste him.

Ian grinned when Veronica rolled him to his back on her bed, settling down between his legs like a cat ready to lick cream. His cock was thick and heavily-veined, pulsing in her fist as she slid her mouth over the tip. His pre-cum was peppery, hot, and she licked and swallowed it, letting his cock slide all the way to the back of her throat. He’d given her such good head, she wanted to return the favor, but it wasn’t long before Ian grabbed her by the hair with a yelp and pulled her off his dick.

“What?” she panted, wiping the back of her mouth with her hand.

“Fuck, sis, just looking at you with my cock in your mouth makes me want to shoot.”

“Mmmm.” She reached out with her tongue to lick the head and Ian moaned, shaking his head.

“Nooo, I want to fuck you!” he cried. “Come on, come sit on my dick.”

Veronica didn’t have to be asked twice. She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, and guided him inside her. They both cried out when he was fully inside her, at the shock and the pleasure of it. They were really doing this. Their eyes met and she saw the realization in his, too.

Veronica started to move, nice and easy at first—she knew she’d taken him far too close to coming with her mouth and wanted to savor this as long as she could—but it wasn’t long before her own lust took over.

“Rub my pussy,” she panted, grabbing his hand and guiding it between her legs. “Get me off on you. I want you to feel what it’s like to have me come all over your cock.”

“Oh fuck me,” he groaned as his fingers parted her lips and he found her aching clit. He made circles there as she rocked on top of him, rubbing faster as she bucked on top of him.

Just looking down at him, one hand cupping her ass, guiding her, the other rubbing furiously between her legs, was enough to push her over the edge. He was fucking gorgeous, his dark hair a mess from her fisting it and shoving his face between her thighs, his smoky eyes half-closed as he watched her. And the tattoo on his belly moved with him, as if her likeness was riding the rocket between her legs, like Veronica was riding her brother.

“I’m gonna come,” she whispered, licking her lips and looking into his eyes. “Feel that? Oh fuck, Ian, you’re gonna make me come!”

“Come for me,” he urged, thrusting up harder, faster, driving her toward the ceiling with his thrusts, all the while his fingers circled the wet, slick bud of her clit. “Come all over my fucking cock!”

“Yesss!” She arched and came, her body shaking and quivering all over, hot, thick waves of pleasure rolling through her, jolting her limbs, making her toes curl. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, that’s so good!”