Stepbrother Studs: Warren: A Stepbrother Romance (3 page)

“My cock—fucking you.  Am I wrong?” 

I wanted more, but fucking was a nice place to start so I nodded.  “Yes.” 

Warren removed his arms from beneath me and settled onto an elbow as he slid a hand down my belly and slipped his fingers through my slit.  A single finger entered me, drawing down more moisture.  He slipped another inside and, while he gently rubbed my clit with his thumb, he watched my expression. 

I couldn’t hide anything.  Not my discomfort when he filled me with three fingers.  Not my growing excitement as he finger-fucked me, stroking in and out, until I was juicy—so wet the fluid seeped into the crease of my buttocks and wet the sheet beneath me. 

I didn’t dare touch him.  Now, I didn’t want to hurry him.  I loved everything he was doing. 

But eventually his cock, pulsing against my body, reminded me that he had needs, too.  I trailed a finger from the soft, cushiony head, down his sleek, hard shaft, then cupped his balls. 

“Not thinking of giving them a twist, are you?”  he asked, his voice a lovely rumble. 

“Not a chance.  I want you in good working order.”  I held his gaze.  “Will you come inside me now? I think I’m ready.” 

He cupped my cheek and kissed me.  “Since you asked so sweetly...” 

With his hands, he hitched my thighs over his hips.  Then he rose on his arms, and stared down between our bodies. 

My gaze followed, watching as his long, thick cock slide between my lips.  He nudged my opening gently, once, then pushed inside me, coming straight up, in a single, excruciatingly wonderful glide. 

There was pressure, a little pain, but mostly, I felt stuffed, filled.  I savored the way my inner muscles clamped around him, hugging him inside me.  An instinctive flex, that I quickly learned to repeat and control. 

“Stop,” he said, groaning. 

“Don’t want to.  It feels amazing.  You must be tapping the back of belly button, you’re so deep.” 

“Jesus, don’t make me laugh now.” 

“I didn’t know I could.” 

He shook his head, his smile fading.  “I didn’t dare let you close.” 

“But we’ve wasted years.” 

“The time didn’t feel right.  I still don’t know how to handle this.  Aren’t you worried what people will think?” 

“Are you?” 

“Fuck them.  All a man has to do is look at you and they’d understand.  But women can be bitches.  The tabloids will try to obliterate us.” 

“Let them.  Ignore them.  They’ll find some other story to chase.”  I glanced down a between us again, and then gave in to the temptation.  I reached out and ringed my fingers around the base of his cock.  “You’re so thick, I don’t know how we fit.” 

He grunted.  “Stop touching me.” 

I scratched my fingers back up his body and pulled his chest hair.  “You’re supposed to move when you fuck.” 

“I don’t want it over too quickly.  Not before you’re ready.  But if you don’t mind...” 

“What?” 

“Wet a fingertip and rub your clit.” 

“You want to watch that?” 

“That’s not the point.  But yeah, sometime, I’m going to want to watch you pleasure yourself until you come.” 

I didn’t get what fun that would be for him, but the idea certainly made me hot.  I rubbed my clit, gently at first, and then when he began to move, pulling out, then rushing inward again, I rubbed harder. 

Soon, my moans sounded like whimpering croons.  I’d never made a sound like that before, and knew I’d be embarrassed later, but I couldn’t help it.  I had to move and cry.  His cock was building friction so hot, I felt as though my womb was tightening, pulsing all around him.  I rocked my hips upward to meet his thrusts.  I thrashed my head on the pillow, because I was so tense, so ready to explode.  I had to move, had to come. 

Warren paused for a moment, thrust his arms beneath my legs, and raised my ass off the bed.  Then he powered into me, his strokes strengthening, sharpening until our flesh slapped noisily together. 

“Baby, I’m not going to last.” 

“You don’t have to,” I gritted out.  My fingers rubbed frantically as he gave me three more thrusts, then tensed. 

I felt spurts of liquid gush inside me, and knew he’d come.  Watching him throw back his head, elation etched in his rugged features, thrust me over the edge.  I cried out, arching my back to grind my pussy against him as I came. 

When he pulled free, I whimpered.  But he quickly slid me against his side, wrapping an arm around my waist to hold me close. 

Both of us were breathing like we’d run miles.  I tilted my head to look at his face, memorizing this moment, because I couldn’t imagine ever feeling this happy again. 

“Thank you,” I whispered. 

“You don’t have to thank me.”  His mouth quirked.  “If you didn’t notice, I was pretty satisfied, too.” 

“No, thank you for making my first time so perfect.” 

He kissed the tip of my nose.  “Get some rest.  We’ll be leaving early.”  And then he yawned, his hand lazily smoothing up and down my side as he fell asleep. 

We’ll be leaving... 
I lay frozen, completely disbelieving.  After all we’d shared, he still wanted me gone? 

Hell, he couldn’t have been more cruel if he’d ripped my heart out of my chest. 

Well, fuck him. 

He didn’t have to worry about me a minute longer.  With tears stinging my eyes, I slowly extricated myself from his embrace, leaving him lying with the sheets at his feet.  I hoped he gave the maid a good shock in the morning.  Maybe she’d take a picture and send it to a tabloid.  A Billionaire Dick! Wouldn’t he love that!

I strode through the waves, to the beach where I’d left my towel, loving the feel of the hot sand sticking between my toes.  I’d been here two days, and still my anger fueled me.  I was determined to have a good time, even though inside, my heart felt cold. 

I’d arrived in Barbados carrying only my purse and a credit card.  I now had a closet full of summer clothes—thanks to Warren’s lovely, deep pockets.  It’s the least he could do for me after taking my virginity and casting me away. 

The villa was another of the things I’d charged.  With a private beach and a glass wall that faced the ocean, I could walk around naked all day, nothing between me and the deep blue sea—and I did. 

I didn’t need Warren.  Didn’t need his kisses or his giant penis.  Hell, maybe I could charge one of those to his card, too! I opened the sliding glass door and walked into the air conditioning, loving the way my nipples immediately dimpled.  Maybe I’d take a glass of wine to the bathroom, turn on the jets in the Jacuzzi and let the bubbles make me come. 

“You do know anyone can see you from the water?” 

I shrieked and whirled. 

“You probably have paparazzi bobbing around in boats taking pictures.” 

“I hope they got my good side,” I said, my hand on my chest as I recovered from my fright.  Lord, he was so handsome. 

Warren stood there, a jacket over his arm, his dress shirt unbuttoned and his tie askew.  His hard gaze trailed down my body, and dammit if my pussy didn’t squeeze tight. 

He looked wonderful, but tired.  And angry.  I could see it in the hard glint in his eyes and the tension in his shoulders. 

“What are you doing here?”  I asked.

“I came for you.” 

“Yes you did,” I said, raising my chin.  “Once, I think.” 

His mouth tightened, but I appreciated the fact he didn’t tell me to shut up. 

“Thought you’d like to know Ham was arrested yesterday.” 

“For what?”  I frowned. 

“Tax fraud.  He hid assets.  I found them.  He’s ruined.” 

“Think he’ll actually do some time?” 

“The federal prosecutor’s a friend of mine.  Ham won’t get any special deals.” 

“Thanks.”  I nodded.  “But you didn’t need to come all this way to tell me.” 

“That’s not why I’m here.”

His expression was dark, still angry, and oddly, I was getting excited.  I pointed to my bedroom. 

“If you’ll wait, I should shower.”  I turned, but I didn’t take two steps before his hands gripped my hips halting me. 

I held still, my heart racing.  He let go of my hips and slid his palms down my arms, capturing my hands.  He drew them forward, wrapping them around the top rung of a ladder-back chair.  Then a hand pressed between my shoulders, forcing me to bend low.  Finally, he nudged apart my feet with his leather shoes. 

I hung there, barely breathing, wanting to look back, but I didn’t want to see anything but passion in his eyes, and I feared I’d be disappointed. 

I heard the rip of a zipper and braced myself, knowing what was coming, dying for it to happen. 

His cock pushed against my pussy, and he thrust inside me, not stopping until he was fully sheathed.  He would have hurt me if I hadn’t been so wet.  But I’d creamed the moment I’d seen him standing in the living room, looking pissed off and worried. 

He’d come for me.  And the fact that the first thing he had to do was fuck me had to mean something.  Braced against his rough strokes, I tilted my ass higher and tensed my inner muscles, letting him know I was into this. 

“Why’d you leave me?”  His fingers dug into hips. 

I tossed my hair.  “I left before you could abandon me again.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?”  He gave me another powerful, pounding stroke. 

“You said we were leaving.  Well, I wasn’t going to let you drop me off at college and wave goodbye.” 

“I wasn’t taking you to some fucking school.” 

He continued to hammer me, working my cunt into a juicy mess as I gasped and at last made the sounds that betrayed my pleasure. 

I whimpered then groaned.  “Faster.” 

“Get on your knees.”  He pulled free. 

I dropped to the carpet and went on all fours.  He gripped me, centered himself and stroked inside, returning to the quick, hard, targeted thrusts that were winding me up. 

“If you weren’t taking me to school, where were we going?” 

“To Vegas.  I had the jet on standby.  We were getting married.” 

My jaw dropped.  “You haven’t asked me.  What was I supposed to think?”