Cockney: A Stepbrother Romance (26 page)

Oliver barks out a laugh. “That guy,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “You know, he didn’t used to be such a mean old prick.” He laughs, “Okay, never mind, that’s rubbish. He was
always
bit of a miserable prick, but it got worse after she died.” 

I shrug, “My mom didn’t drink before my dad did.”

“You don’t get to choose your life I guess,” he says, shrugging again and pulling me close. “But you get to choose who you spend it with while you’ve got it.”

I raise my brow at him, “Nice line.”

“Yeah thanks, been practicing that one a bit.”

I laugh as he grins at me, “So what are you going to do?”

“Stay here I guess; build the place up a bit more.”

“With your dad.”

He shakes his head, “Looks that way.” He arches his brow at me, a grin teasing his lips as he pulls me off my stool and into him. I giggle as he grabs my ass, pulling me up onto his lap, my legs on either side of him. “For now though…” I moan as his fingers find me, and I’m instantly wet again.

“Seriously, again?”

“Luv, I’d have to be fucking
dead
not to want it again.” 

I grin, my eyes leveled with his as I reach down to find him rock hard and pressed against me. He’s raising me up and then we’re both gasping as he lets me slide down his entire length until he’s buried inside. 

It’s slower this time, and we take our time. I can feel every pulse of his heart, feel every rumble of a growl in his chest as I writhe on his lap and slowly ride him up and down. It’s just him and I, and whatever other bullshit that’s attached to this with work or family or the world just melts away as I find his eyes with mine and never let them go. And when I come, it’s like an avalanche. When I call out his name, I can feel him erupt inside of me, his muscled arms holding me tightly and his cock throbbing deep inside. 

*****

Later, it’s like we’re back in high school, sneaking back into the house with big goofy smiles on our faces and a secret in our hearts. But this time. There’s no separate bedrooms and no drifting off to sleep wondering what
might
have been.

This time, I sleep with my cheek on his chest, and drift off with the beating of his heart against my ear.

“Are you
crazy?
”

I gasp and clutch at his arm, my breath coming in white plumes as his fingers curl deep inside the heat between my legs. His lips are hot on my neck, sucking the skin there hard enough to leave a mark as two of his fingers slide wetly in and out of my pussy. His thumb on my clit sends throbbing desire through my whole body, enough that I’m not even aware anymore of how
freezing cold
it is in here.

‘Here’ being, the large commercial walk-in refrigerator at work.

“
Someone could walk in!
” I’m protesting, but
I’m not
really
protesting, if that makes any sense. It’s almost a game at this point, my telling him we “shouldn’t be doing this thing”, or “this is wrong”, or some other nonsense like that. And of course, who I’m
really
talking to is myself when I say those things, but at this point, I think I just like saying them even if they’re
totally
meaningless.

Because we should
definitely
be doing this, and there is
nothing
wrong about the way he makes me feel.

“Then I guess you better come quick, luv,” he husks into my ear.

I cry out, my hands clutching his bicep through his chef coat, feeling the muscles there ripple and roll as he grinds his palm against my clit and moves his fingers faster and faster inside of my panties. I’m biting his shoulder, rocking my hips back and forth against his hand like some sort of sex-starved maniac, because that’s apparently what I’ve become with Oliver.

And I’m
super
okay with that.

His fingers are driving me insane, but I want more. Actually, I want it
all
right now.

He looks surprised when I pull his arm out of my panties and push him away, but when I yank my pants down to my knees and turn around to thrust my ass out toward him, I think he gets the idea.

“Who’s crazy now, sweetheart?” He says, a grin on his face as he reaches for the waist of his pants.

I glance at the door - the door that has no lock on the inside of it for safety reasons - before I look back over my shoulder at him, “Better come quick then,
luv
,” I say, badly mimicking his accent.

His cock is throbbing hard and ready, just like I knew it’d be, as he growls and steps up behind me. I can feel his hand on my ass, stroking the skin there as he presses the thick head to my opening and slides inside, making us both cry out.

It’s fast, and it’s raw, both of our breaths fuming like white smoke and goosebumps tickling our exposed skin as we create our own heat together. His hands hold my hips tightly, his cock fills me to the brim, and the melding of our voices and gasping moans fills the walk-in as we barrel like a train without brakes towards that edge.

Oliver roars, and it’s the feel of him swelling up even bigger inside of me, and the feel of his hot cum pumping into me in contrast to the chill in the air around us that sends me screaming over the edge. My hands tighten like vices on the shelves in front of me, clinging on for dear life as the waves of my orgasm threaten to wash me away.

“You know,” he says, grinning broadly as he pulls me close and kisses me, “I
like
this crazy new Chloe.”

I smirk, “Who says it’s new?”

“Because if you’ve just been
hiding
this side all these years, then that’s just a damn crying shame, that’s why.”

******

It’s been like this for the past few days, us sneaking around like this when no one’s looking. We go about our shifts like nothing’s changed, but the secretive looks and knowing grins we shoot each other over the course of each night is like sharing this dirty little secret together. 

And,
God
, I can’t even
look
at poor Julie’s prep-table without blushing. 

It’s later, right after a mid-sized rush, and I’m still trying to wade through some last orders when I suddenly feel something long, firm, and insistent press up against my ass.

This man is insatiable.

And I am
not
complaining.

I turn towards him, but I frown as I realize he’s not behind me, he’s standing right beside me, leaning against the counter. He’s also got the world’s most innocent look on his face, which,
knowing
Oliver, of course means he’s up to something. 

And that
something
is still poking my butt.

“What are you-” I jerk my head around behind me and gasp before I quickly swat his hand away.

The hand holding the cucumber that he’s been nonchalantly stroking and prodding my ass with.

He gives me an alarmingly believably innocent look, “What?”

“You are
permanently
in adolescence, I swear.”

Oliver grins, folding his arms over his chest and waving the cucumber around, “Well, I can’t very well take my cock out right here and use that now can I?”

“So you decided to use produce this time?” I eye the cucumber in his hands.

“Who says just this time?” He grins wickedly and I blush.

“I’ve got work to finish.”

Oliver slowly starts to stroke the cucumber suggestively with his fingers as he gets up to walk away, and I roll my eyes as the blush creeps over my face, “You are
incorrigible.
”

*****

We’re in the office later, the lights of the kitchen dimmed and the rest of the staff long gone as Oliver pulls me gasping towards the small couch to the side of his office. 

It’s been like this for a week now. We can’t very well go home, because I don’t care what Oliver says about the ground floor not being able to hear our floor, I am
not
having sex with our
parents
at
home. It’s
way
too weird, and way too much of a reminder of how wrong this is.

So, naturally we’re screwing around at work. On literally every single surface we can find, I might add.

We
clean
afterwards, of course.

Oliver’s little cucumber thing earlier might have been juvenile, but that doesn’t mean I’m not desperate to feel him as we collapse onto the couch. I’m pushing him back and tugging at his chef’s pants, yanking them down until his impressive cock pops out and up right in front of me. Oliver hisses and groans as I wrap my lip around his shaft, my mouth stretching to fit his girth as I swirl my tongue around the crown and run my hands up his thighs.

I’m starting to slide up and down before I squeal as he grabs me and start to flip me around, “Oy, not so fast, darling.”

He’s become a master at stripping my clothes off, and before I know it, I’m pants-less and laying on top of him with his head between my legs and his cock in front of me.

It’s almost alarming how good he is at having us end up in positions like this.

I moan quietly as his tongue finds me hot and wet, dragging up through my folds and pushing inside to tease around my opening before he flicks it against my aching clit. I muffle my cries with his cock, slipping my lips back over the head and sucking him as deep as I can as his tongue starts to work magic on me.

Suddenly, he pulls away and starts to push me off of him, “Oh, wait, hang on a tick.”

I look up at him quizzically as he jumps up from the couch, “Huh?”

“Stay put, I’ll be
right
back,” he says with a devious wink that sends a shiver down my spine.

He’s back roughly thirty seconds later, holding something behind his back, “Now, where were we?”

I arch an eyebrow at him, “What are you up to?”

He slides back onto the couch and starts to pull me back on top of him. “You’ve gotta trust me, luv.”

I yelp and giggle as he pulls me back to his face, and then gasp as his tongue finds my pussy again. I’m melting all over again, moaning at his tongue as he licks me perfectly.

I’m just moving my mouth back to his cock when I suddenly freeze, my eyes going wide; “Oliver- what the
fuck
is that?” I can practically
feel
him grinning against my thigh, and I hear him chuckle deeply behind me. But then the lick of his tongue across my clit brings a gasp to my lips.

“Do you trust me?”

I bite my lip, “
Should
I?”

“That all depends if you
do
or not.”

Slowly, I find myself nodding, “
Yes
,” I whisper quietly. 

“Then just relax,” he growls, his tongue darting out to lap at my wetness, “I promise you’ll enjoy this.”

Something is pressing against me; something
big
. Maybe not as big as
him
but- “
Jesus
, what-” I start to turn to look over my shoulder, but whatever he’s got starts to stretch me
so
perfectly as it slides easily inside that I moan in spite of myself.

“Oliver,” I gasp out, feeling his tongue dance across my clit as the very
cock
-like thing slowly entering me glides over my wetness; “What
is
that?”