Stepbrother Studs: Taboo A-Z Boxed Set Volume 2: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (Stepbrother Studs Boxed Sets) (8 page)

“You little perv.”

“That’s me,” I said letting a smirk tip up one side of my mouth.  “And aren’t you about to be happy I am.”

He groaned and settled back in the chair.  He widened his thighs, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock, tilting the head toward me. 

“Well, little sister, what are you waiting for?  Suck it down.”

I couldn’t help it.  I laughed.  “Okay.” 

I reached for him, gently placing my fingers around him. 

“Hold me tighter.  I swear it won’t break.”

I liked the roughened texture of his voice.  Loved the way his eyes closed halfway as he let go of himself, let me take over. 

“Suck it down, huh?”  I rose on my knees and opened my mouth. 

“I want to fuck your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat.  No teeth.  Not a fucking scratch.”

I loved the way he was talking to me now.  Loved the dirty words, the hard tone.  I sank over him, felt the cushy head against my tongue, and then slid down until it stroked past my teeth, moving toward the back of my throat.  Eager to taste him, I rubbed my tongue on the side of his shaft as I went down on him. 

“Close your lips around me, Sissy.  Suck it.”

I did what he asked, eager to please, drawing on him like his dick was a big, fat straw.  His fingers dug into my hair and pulled.  Not gentle at all.  The slight pain made me gasp, but I took his direction, coming up, then gliding down. 

“Harder, baby girl.  Suck it hard.”

I drew with all my might, bobbing over his cock, until my cheeks and lips began to cramp.  His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling me down again.  He was deep inside me.  The tip of his cock crammed against the back of my throat, and I gagged. 

His fingers eased and he pushed me off him. 

“No,” I gasped.  “Let me try again.”

“Baby, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he soothed, rising. 

Then he bent over me, shoving me to my back on the carpet.  He came over me, his hands pushing me across the carpet, making room for us both to stretch out, and then it was if a gun went off, and he was over me, on me, his mouth gobbling up my breasts, his hands roaming my sides, slipping under my ass as he gave me his weight, his hips grinding his cock against my mound. 

He murmured things I couldn’t make out because his mouth never left my breasts.  He suckled the tips, chewed them, flicked them, all the while molding my butt with his wide palms as he pushed his cock against me. 

But I didn’t want him to get off humping me.  I wanted him inside me when he came.  Then he’d be mine.  No going back.  Then I’d know what it felt like to be taken by someone who really loved me. 

I slipped a hand between us and gripped his cock.  Hard.  Holding him still until he raised his head and stared down at me. 

“Pita.”  He must have read my intention in my eyes.  “There are other ways.”

“Don’t you want to fuck me?” 

“Yes.  “His eyes closed.  “But we’d be crossing a line.”

“Haven’t we already?” 

“This is just...  experimenting.  It hasn’t gone too far.”

“Big brother, how will I know what it feels like when a guy really loves me?” 

“Can’t you tell I do?  That’s why I’m not fucking your pussy.  You should save this for someone—”

“Special?  You think you’re not?” 

“This can’t ever be anything more, baby.  You’re just curious.  I get that.  Hell, so am I.”

“So you don’t really want to fuck me?  You just want to come?  Because I’m just some girl you’ve got under you?” 

“Stop that.”  His brows drew together.  He looked as confused as I felt.  “You know that’s not what this is.  This is...  wrong, baby.  When you go home, you’ll see other guys.  You’ll regret this.”

“And if I told you...  I love you?”  I swallowed.  “That I’ve been
in
love with you for the longest, will that make a difference?” 

“Don’t,” he said, kissing my cheek.  “Don’t say that.  Take it back.”

“I can’t.”  I gripped his cock harder and moved the tip down.  I wet it with the fluid that had leaked from inside me.  “Fuck me, Finn.  Don’t hold back.  I want everything.  I want your dick, your words.  You don’t have to love me back, but this is special...  for me.”

I hated that tears were beginning to fill my eyes and burn my throat.  I had wanted to keep this light, so
he’d
have no regrets.  I’d wanted to keep this fun.  A fling.  A nasty-hot week of discovery before I had to go back to my life where I only saw him at Christmas and in the summer.  We’d drift apart, naturally.  He’d find someone else.  Someone not me.  I knew it was bound to happen.  But I could have this.  If he’d stop being so fucking noble. 

I pushed him into my entrance and lifted my hips, my legs, trapping him there, where his only option, his only ease, would be sinking inside me. 

“Fuck me,” he groaned.  “I’m a fucking bastard.  I can’t stop, little sister.  You’re so fucking hot.”  And then he thrust inside me, and moaned against my hair.  “Tight.  Goddamn tight.  You’re squeezing all around me, baby.  Fucking hell.”

His growled words didn’t sound like regret to me.  If anything, there was relief, the same thing I felt as he sank again and again inside me, stroking me, making my inner walls hot with wild friction as he bucked and fucked, while I practically climbed his body with my feet and hands. 

Nothing had ever felt this good.  This perfect.  Or so I thought until the tension building inside me began to unfurl.  My back arched and I gave a shout.  I squeezed his shoulders and pulled his hair.  I scratched my nails down his back, dug them deep into his buttocks, anything to hold onto him, hold onto the feeling sweeping through me, making me tighten, and then fall boneless to the carpet. 

He continued to pump inside me, slamming against my pussy.  He paused, stuck his arms under my knees then ground deeper inside me.  “Fuck, Pita.  Fuck, it’s good.  So goddamn good.”  Hot liquid spurted inside me a second before he gave a muffled shout, and then he collapsed against me. 

I soothed his sweaty shoulders and back with soft glides of my hands, smiling as I felt the pulsing of his cock begin to wane.  I loved the way it felt, lying under him, his heart pounding against my chest, his weight making it hard to catch my breath.  Our bodies were connected in the most intimate way, locked together, and he didn’t show any signs of wanting to pull away.  No, he continued to rock against me, stroking my pussy with shallow pumps that soothed my heartbeats. 

At last, he went still and came up on his elbows.  His hands cradled my cheeks.  “I’m not sorry.”

“Me neither.  I’ve never felt...  that.”

“What?  An orgasm?  I’m going have to know your dick’s name because I’m going to kick his ass.”

“He wasn’t the right guy, Finn.  I didn’t want him the way I want you.”

“No,” he shook his head.  “You
love
me.  That’s the difference.”

“Now you believe me.”  My sigh was deep.  My smile wide. 

“I think I have rug burns on my knees.”  His nose wrinkled. 

“Do we need to move to a bed?”  I laughed.  “Or is little Finn all tired?” 

His gaze narrowed.  “Never call him little Finn.”

“Little Finn.  Little Finn,” I sang softly. 

His fingers dug into my sides, and he tickled me until I giggled. 

“Stop, stop.  I’ll pee.”

He tickled me again, and then rolled, leaving me on top of him.  His cock slowly fell from inside me, and I made a face.  “I miss him already.”

“I’m not Superman.”

“Could have fooled me.  Sure felt like you had a dick of steel.”

No doubt about it.  I’m going to burn in hell.  Pita and I swam in the river today.  I could barely keep my eyes off her ass.  She wore this tiny little scrap that barely covered her cheeks.  Then she dove from the dock and the knot on her bra came loose.  When she bobbed up, she didn’t realize her top was gone.  But there were her tits.  So pretty and flushed.  Thank God, we were in the water or she would have seen my hard-on.  All I could think was how much I wanted her in my mouth—her little tits, her pussy.  I’d be satisfied. 

I looked up from the page I’d just read and met Finn’s gaze. 

He made a face and laughed.  “That was last year.  You were legal.  Something I couldn’t get out of my head.”

“Is that why you didn’t swim with me again?  You made every excuse in the book not to come with me.  You hurt my feelings.”

We were lying side by side on the dock on top of a pallet of fluffy towels.  It was our last day together.  The last day of “naked week.”  And although we’d pretty much burned through his fantasies and mine and improvised a few new ones, we weren’t bored.  Not one bit.  If anything, we were both dreading the next day.  Or at least I was.  Neither of us had spoken about it. 

Finn reached out, closed the book, and tossed it to the side.  Then he rolled to his back and reached for me. 

“You know, the couple upstream might come floating by again.”  I settled atop his sun warmed body and grinned.  “You ready to give them another show?” 

“Let’s not.”  His eyes squeezed shut for a moment.  “They didn’t get a shot of my good side.”

“Big brother, you don’t have a bad one.”

“Quit calling me that.  I feel like a perv every time you say it.”

“Then quit calling me Pita.  I have a name.”

“Maybe I’ll start calling you Pim-D.”

I raised my eyebrows. 

“Pain-in-my-Dick.”

I laughed. 

“Ah, something hurting, Finn?  Can I kiss it better?” 

“We still have one last fantasy,” he said, turning his head toward the water. 

“We’ve skinny-dipped every day we’ve been here.”

“But we’ve never done it in the water.”

“Sounds slippery—and too soft.  And you know I like it hard.”

“You let me eat you out.  Even let me fuck your ass.”

“Don’t say that so loud,” I whispered. 

“Who’s gonna hear?  The bees?” 

“And they’d be blushing just like I am.”

“Didn’t think we had anything left to blush about.  We’ve seen every inch of each other’s bodies.  Touched everything.  Kissed everything.”