Step Wilde: A Stepbrother Romance (5 page)

"Jesus, Olivia," he whispered. "I didn't think it was possible but I think I just fell even more in love with you." He ripped off my underwear, tearing it in half. Then his hands found my ass, and he grabbed it and lifted my mound up to his mouth. I gasped, wrapping my legs around the back of his head. I wasn't sure he could breathe, but he didn't seem to mind. He stood up, his strong hands holding me close to his mouth, and walked over to the wall.

Stage right
, I thought comically.

He pressed my back up against the wall. "Hold on," he said, looking up at me one last time before diving in with his mouth.

My back arched against the wall as I held on to consciousness by the thick strands of his hair. His tongue found places that no one had ever touched before, sending arcs of pleasure down to my toes. My thighs flexed and strained as he licked and swirled his tongue around my pussy. Then he found my clit, pressing down hard and holding his tongue there.

I felt like my body had exploded. White light flashed in front of my eyes and I couldn't help myself: I screamed at the top of my lungs for a good thirty seconds. The noise echoed around the perfectly-laid-out acoustical surroundings. My toes curled and my back arched so hard I was afraid that I would knock Wilder to the ground. But he held on and wouldn't leave me for anything.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity, I finished, panting heavily. Wilder looked up at me and smiled, stepping away from the wall and carefully lowering me down to the floor. He held onto my body as I practically slumped against him, unable to walk.

Then he whispered in my ear. "I'd ask if that was good but I think the whole campus knows it was," he said. I looked up and saw he was trying to hold back laughter.

"Shut up," I hissed at him, punching his arm playfully. His chest hair tickled my cheek. I was getting my energy back already. Time for round two. My hands found the button of his jeans. I unzipped them and the dark fabric fell to the floor. Wasting no time, I pulled down his tight, black, boxer briefs. When he sprung out of them, my mouth dropped.

Wow
.

Then I grabbed Wilder, pushing him to the floor where the blanket was. I wasn't sure what had gotten in to me tonight, but I knew what I wanted to get into me next: him.
Now.
I straddled him, bending down, my long hair tickling his cheeks.

I kissed him fully. He moaned as I moved my hand behind me to grab his cock. It was thick and easy to hold onto. I moved my hand up and down it carefully and slowly at first. Wilder whispered to me, pulling his mouth away reluctantly.

"Condom in my jean pocket," he hissed. I fumbled around until I found the metallic wrapper, ripping it open as carefully as I could and sliding the latex circle down over his cock. He twitched as my hand made its way down his shaft.

Then, without warning, I slipped my pussy over it, letting his fullness enter me. I was so wet I felt like I might be dripping. I actually yelled out into Wilder’s mouth where I still had my tongue. It hurt, but the pain and how he filled me was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It was good pain.
Wonderful
pain.

Wilder sighed as I moved my hands to either side of his head, pressing my palms into the blanket. I lifted my mouth reluctantly away from him and sat upright, placing my hands on the floor next to his ass. Then I lifted myself up and down as slowly as I could, feeling every single inch of him.

Wilder groaned and shut his eyes. He moved his hands to the sides of my back, squeezing them as hard as he could. It was more pain, but I loved it. Then he moved up my back, me still gliding up and down over his fullness, and unlatched my bra. It fell away, the tips of my hair playing across my nipples, which were puffy and hard.

He moved his hands over my breasts, rubbing his palms in gentle circles across them. It was my turn to shut my eyes, feeling the delicious pleasure connecting my nipples to my pussy, which was aching. I slid up and down faster, bouncing my tits in his hands.

"Fuck, Olivia," Wilder moaned. "Don't fucking stop."

I kept going as he moved from fully caressing my breasts to pulling gently at my nipples. It was so erotic I knew that I could come even without him inside of me. Then he pulled on them, and I lost my mind. I spun around on his cock so my ass faced him.

"Spank me," I instructed greedily. Wilder obliged, the full weight of his hand connecting with my ass as I rode him, bucking my pelvis toward him.

The sound of skin hitting skin echoed across the auditorium. My tits were slapping the top of my stomach. I was sweating, and Wilder was sitting as upright as he could to get a handful of my breasts. Then I felt him shudder underneath me. He was coming inside of me.

I wished for a wild moment that we hadn't used a condom so I could feel him fill me up. As his cock flexed within me, Wilder dropped his hand from my breasts and pulled his fingers back to his mouth. A moment later, he was wrapping his arm around me again, taking a wet finger and rubbing my clit in soft, circles while I jerked up and down on top of him. Then he left my clitoris and moved his other hand up to my left breast, massaging it with his fingers.

I came again, digging my hands into his thighs and hanging on for dear life.

Five minutes later, Wilder was stroking my hair while we were flat on our backs next to each other. "What major are you?" he asked me, kissing the top of my head. I felt his warm lips through my hair and wished that he was still kissing me on the mouth.

"Film production," I replied.

"Really?" Wilder asked, looking surprised and happy at the same time. "I'm acting and theater performance. Double major."

I smiled as if I didn't already know that about him. The entire campus knew that about him. He
was
Nick Wilder after all. "That's awesome," I replied somewhat stiffly, searching through my brain for a more interesting follow up.

Wilder scooted closer to me and draped his hand over my naked stomach. "What are you thinking about right now?"

I burst into giggles and couldn't stop until tears were running down my face. "How absurd it is that we're naked on this stage right now with all the lights on. Like some sort of performance. It's just...I didn't expect for my day to end up here, that's all.”

Wilder beamed at me. "I'm unpredictable. There's another thing you can add to the list." I laughed again. He bent down and kissed me again. "I could listen to you laugh all day," he whispered.

An uncomfortable feeling came over me as I stared at his face. This was too good to be true. All of it. Suddenly I felt ridiculous being naked and reached over to cover my body up with the blanket. I searched my brain rapidly for a change of topic.

"You said...you were going to L.A. after graduation? I actually am as well. My aunt lives out there. She's a set designer."

"With your aunt in the industry you have an idea of how tough L.A. Is going to be, then," Wilder replied.

I nodded. "I know I'm going to have to work my way up from the bottom. And that's if I'm lucky. I'm going to stay with her for a while, work her contacts as much as I can. Do you have people out there?"

Wilder shook his head. "No, but I make friends pretty quickly." There was a confidence and surety to his voice that I wished I could possess. He seemed absolutely dead-set certain that everything would work out for him in Los Angeles exactly the way that he wanted it to. I hoped that the feeling was contagious.

“Where’s your family?” I asked him.

“My dad lives in New York. He owns a motorcycle shop. My mom-“ He stopped mid-thought, a sad look crossing his face. “She’s not here anymore. She died when I was basically a kid.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said quietly. I felt uncomfortable. This felt intimate on another level from what we’d just done together.

Wilder shrugged. “My dad’s an asshole. I don’t really see him a lot either. What about you?”

“My mom’s an artist. She sort of does her own thing,” I said, almost laughing at the over-simplified version of that story. “My dad left when I was a kid.”

“Does she live here in Ohio?” Wilder asked.

I nodded. “She has an apartment here, but she’s usually off doing her own thing around the country. I hear from her from time to time.” We laid there in silence for a little while, each of us chewing over our own parental stories.

"You here for May Term?" Wilder finally asked earnestly.

I nodded. "Italian class." It occurred to me to wonder why he cared about that. He was probably just being nice since I'd asked him the same thing earlier.

Wilder rolled onto his side, propping his head up and resting his elbow on the floor. He smiled. "Have you ever been to Italy?" he asked.

I shook my head. "It's on my list. I'm nearly fluent. I'd love to go there more than anything in the world."

Wilder leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. "Maybe I can take you there one day," he said.

I felt the bubble of the moment burst completely at this sudden mention of a future between us. I didn't like the empty uncertainty of that; it was ridiculous of him to even mention it. Reality seeped over me as if my clothes were wicking up freezing water. My face went serious.

"
This?
This is just right now," I said, sitting up and fumbling for my bra. "You really don't need to lie to me or whisper sweet nothings or tell me what you think I want to hear." I gathered my hair so it fell onto one side of my chest, twisting it around my neck and out of the way while I buckled it back onto my body. I reached for my shirt. "I wanted to fuck you, and I did. You wanted to fuck me, so you told me you loved me. Which totally wasn't necessary, by the way," I said thickly through the fabric stretching across my mouth. My head popped out and I saw Wilder's face, which looked surprisingly hurt.

He's an actor
, I thought to myself.
This is part of the performance
. I stepped into my jeans, pulling the tight fabric up over my thighs. My underwear was no longer in a condition to be considered an item of clothing after Wilder's hasty removal; I picked up the scrap of tattered fabric and shoved it into my pocket.

"This was fun, though." I kneeled back down onto the ground and kissed him one last time, feeling his warm lips on my mouth.

Then I walked out of the theater, Wilder still laying on the blanket in silence.

I didn't like the nagging feeling that I'd left part of my heart on that stage. It was just sex.

That was all.

CHAPTER FIVE

OLIVIA

"Juliets, please line up over here," barked the director, pushing her glasses up her nose. I nervously shifted in my seat. Why was I doing this again? I had no desire to be an actor. Film production - that was what I wanted to do. I wanted to be behind the scenes.

Then I heard my mother's voice in my head when I thought that. I heard her telling me to follow my dreams. But I'd watched her my whole childhood stumble from one 'dream' to another. I had no interest in that kind of life. That kind of uncertainty.

I'd settled for film production knowing that actors had astronomical chances of succeeding. There were far more roles behind the camera than in front of it. Production gave me leeway. Production gave me options. Production gave me security. Production was realistic.

And yet here I was, my heart beating wildly with anticipation. Some repressed part of me wanted to be here.

I was standing in line between two gorgeous, gum-chewing sorority sisters. They were both holding their iPhones in their hands. I was holding my script and trying not to thumb nervously through the pages. I was afraid that would be a dead giveaway that I was a complete newbie at this. I'd been in a few productions in high school, but always as Chorus Girl Number Three. I'd never even auditioned for a lead role.

Auditioning for Juliet was going to be a one-time lark. It was hardly spontaneous, but in some ways it happened to fit Lorna's criteria. I was only young once. Besides, I'd heard from my roommate Lydia that they were desperate. Wilder had scared off all of his leading ladies by being a royal cad.

I blushed as I thought back to a week before when Wilder and I had been on that stage together.
What had gotten into me?
The memory of Wilder very literally
getting into me
made my knees start to shake. I had to lean against the wall, taking deep, fully breaths. The brunette in front of me looked at me like I was losing it. She rolled her eyes.

Keep it together, Liv,
I thought to myself.

"Adams, Harriet," called out the director from the front row. I put my script down and leaned against the carpeted wall of the auditorium. As Harriet took center stage, I had a flash of what Wilder and I had looked like up there, intertwined together. By the time I finished
that
daydream, Harriet was finishing up her monologue. A few people clapped politely.

"Donaldson, Letty!"

It was another half an hour before they made it to the middle of the alphabet. I wasn't wonderful at reading body language, but the director hadn't seemed impressed to my eyes yet after a dozen auditions. My legs felt like they were going to give out. I suppressed a nervous yawn.

I didn't feel tired in this moment of adrenaline, but I had barely slept the last week, replaying the events of my evening with Wilder over and over again in my head like I was a schoolgirl. Lydia had been sound asleep when I returned that night, every light on in the dorm room and the television blasting
Ghostbusters
through the screen. I'd been relieved that I could get straight into bed without any prying questions. I hadn’t mentioned it to her at all. I think I felt if I told someone else, I’d realize it had all been a dream.

I tapped my foot on the floor and looked in front of me.
Three more Juliets to go.
I wondered how many people had come here just so they could get the opportunity to kiss Nick Wilder.

"I need you all to take a seat for a few minutes while we reassess this process," the director called out. Every person left auditioning for Juliet groaned. We were going to be here all day at this rate. The director called over several underclassmen who were working on set. "Get Wilder," she said to one of them. My stomach turned over.