Cocked: A Stepbrother Romance (40 page)

“You tasted better than I imagined,” he said.

“Oh, my god. Shut up,” I said.

He laughed. “Don’t be shy. You’re delicious.”

“You’re so gross.”

“I can’t wait to taste it again.”

I pulled away and look at him.

“Colin ....”

He shook his head. “Don’t. Just don’t. We’re not doing that.”

“You know this can’t happen again.”

I felt like a broken record, saying it over and over again, but it was true. And besides, I knew that if I didn’t keep saying it, I would give into him completely. As much as I wanted that, I knew I couldn’t.

He stepped back. “Look at me, Bren.”

I stared at him, at his soaking-wet clothes, and laughed. “You do look a little ridiculous.”

“I’d soak through a hundred more shirts to taste that again.”

I shook my head and smiled. “Great line.”

He grinned. “Not a line. Just the damn truth.”

“Oh shut up.” I reached around him and turned off the water then got out of the tub. I wrapped a towel around my body.

“That’s it then? You’re going to cover those beautiful curves?”

I shook my head. “Cut it out. Not right now.”

He began to strip off his shirt. “That means later, then.”

“What are you doing?”

“Taking off these wet clothes.”

I stared as he pulled off the shirt and pants, leaving only tight black boxer briefs.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked.

“Oh, shut up.” I looked away.

I heard him laugh and pull off the soaked cotton. Before I could make a comment, he threw his underwear at me and it landed on my head with a wet slap. I nearly screamed as I pulled it off me. He leaned back against the shower wall, laughing.

“That’s not funny, asshole.”

“That’s really funny. You looked great with my underwear on your face.”

“You’re such a dick.” I looked back at him and blinked.

His abs stood out the most to me, cut and chiseled perfect in his center. His whole body was covered in rippling, wet muscles, and his dick was half-hard. I stared at his length and girth, surprised at his size. He put his hands on his hips and grinned at me.

“Like I said, you’re enjoying the show.”

I looked away, blushing. “Clean this stuff up. My dad can’t see your clothes in here like this.”

“Don’t worry, Princess. Your dad won’t be home tonight.”

“Quit calling me that.” I turned the doorknob and pushed it open.

“Leaving so soon? We were just getting started.”

“I ... need to dry off,” I said lamely.

“Oh, yeah. Me too.”

Without looking back, I walked quickly out into the hall and to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I had to get out of there; if I had looked at him again, I knew that I would have done more, much more.

The tingles and light-headed joy from the orgasm still lingered as I sat down on my bed, catching my breath.

I
wrapped a towel around my waist, savoring the taste of Bren still lingering on my lips. She had gotten out of the bathroom pretty quickly, but I didn’t mind. I could see it in her eyes, the lust and the need, the same feelings that pulsed through my veins.

I gave her a minute to gather herself then followed her down the hall and knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

I turned the knob and grinned in at her. “Expecting someone else?”

She was still wrapped in her towel, her hair soaking wet. It hit me all over again how badly I wanted her and how much I loved her curves. I could feel my cock already beginning to rise against the cotton towel.

“I was, but I guess you’re a close second.”

I shut the door behind me and crossed my arms. “You ran out of there pretty fast.”

“It was getting too warm.”

I grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

She rolled her eyes. “Good one. Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

“Why aren’t you?”

“This is my room.”

“That’s a fair point. I guess I forgot.”

“You forgot to get dressed?”

“I was distracted. And my clothes are a little damp at the moment.”

I took a few steps closer toward her.

“That’s not my fault. You have plenty of dry stuff in your room.”

“Maybe I do, but it’s so far away.”

“You should go check.”

“Nah, I’m good.” I sat down at the edge of the bed and looked at her.

She looked away. “I feel like I can’t stop saying this, but—“

“Don’t bother.”

She sighed. “I know.”

I moved closer to her on the bed and she looked back at me. I stared at her perfect lips as they parted slightly.

“I’m still a little hungry,” I said.

“Oh, god. Don’t say that.”

“What? I can’t help it.”

“There’s food downstairs.”

I reached up and took her chin, tilting her face toward me.

“Not what I mean.”

“I know what you mean. You’re not subtle.” She looked down at my crotch, at my dick lifting up the towel.

“That’s your fault.”

“It’s my fault you decided you had to make me ... you know, right there in the shower?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Colin, what about my dad?”

That made me pause. “I don’t want to think about him right now.”

“Neither do I, but you know how he feels about the two of us.” She paused. “This would kill him.”

“I don’t know if it would.”

“What about your job? I mean, this could be really bad for you. Boning the boss’s daughter.”

I laughed. “Boning? And I’m pretty sure I haven’t done that yet.”

She looked frustrated. “You know what I mean.”

I gazed back at her, my grin dissolving into a serious smile.

“I’m not thinking past this, right here. This is all I want, and I’m going to have it.”

She went to argue, but I didn’t let her.

I smothered whatever protest she had, whatever lame excuse, with my mouth. I pushed it back down her throat with my tongue, and she didn’t resist. I knew I had her.

I was done with the back and forth. I was done with her excuses. I was done with her pretending that she didn’t want me as badly as I wanted her, because I could see it in her eyes every time we talked.

No more hesitation or holding back. I was the kind of man that got what he wanted, and in that moment I wanted her. And so I took her.

And she kissed me back.

Our tongues touched as my body was flooded with desire. I had never experienced something so raw and intense before, something that I couldn’t stop. Kissing her was like giving in to an addiction, one I had fought for years. And I was done trying.

I reached up and grabbed the cloth between her perfect tits where she pulled up the towel and ripped it off. Her skin was still damp from the shower and she let out a small gasp as I kissed her neck and squeezed her breasts.

I felt harder than I’d ever been as she reached forward and slipped off my towel.

“Fuck, Colin,” she muttered as she gently grabbed my shaft and began to stroke me.

“I’ve been imagining your hands on my dick for years,” I said.

“I’ve wanted to taste it—“ she started then stopped herself.

I smirked at her and kissed her again. She began to work my length slowly as my fingers found her clit, already soaking through. I knew I’d find her wet, but fuck, it was almost more than I could bear. She writhed against me as I began to work her, but never once stopped rubbing my dick, using the slight pre-cum as a lube to roll along my skin.

After a minute of working me like that, she pulled away.

“I want to,” she said, trailing off.

“What do you want?” I said in her ear.

“You know.”

“Say the words.”

“I want to suck your cock.”

I bit her earlobe. “You dirty slut.”

She gasped. “Fuck.”

“You like that?”

“Yes.” She pushed me back, and I propped myself up on my elbows.

She flipped her thick hair over to one side and kissed down my abs, lingering on the defined muscles, before finally reaching my stiff cock. I could practically hear the blood pumping through it, and every fiber of my being was screaming for her tongue to touch my tip. She glanced up at me and gave me this look, this fucking adorable and beyond-sexy look, and then took me in her mouth.

I gripped the sheets as she sucked me slowly. I’d had plenty of girls blow me, but I’d been dreaming of watching my shaft slip slowly into Brenna’s mouth for years. It was almost too much, seeing her gorgeous face begin to suck my cock.

She worked the shaft of me with her other hand, gathering the spit that dropped from her mouth, and began to move faster.

“Holy shit,” I groaned.

She didn’t react, only began to suck me harder. It was something completely new, some entirely new intense sensation traveling through my cock, balls, and skull. She began to suck me faster and I watched as her tits bounced softly. I looked over her and down her spine, along its curve, toward her hips and sweet ass as she continued to suck me.

“Condom,” I grunted at her.

She pulled my cock from her mouth with a slight pop. I almost lost it right here.

“Top drawer.” She nodded at the nightstand.

I reached over and opened it as I felt her tongue begin to lick around my shaft again. I grunted, and tried very hard to concentrate on finding a condom. Simple tasks turned out to be pretty hard with her mouth distracting me from my work.

Finally, I found the square wrapper and pulled it out, ripping it open with my teeth. I sat up and took her chin in my hand, pulling her face from my dick. I smashed my mouth against hers and kissed her deeply, letting our mouths open and tongues touch. I wanted her taste so badly, wanted every inch of her. As we kissed, I moved forward, pressing her back down onto the bed. Her tits and hair pooled around her as I positioned myself, her legs spread wide for me.

She looked down at me as I rolled the condom over my dick.

“Are you sure?” she said.

“More fucking sure than I’ve ever been.”

“No, I mean, you’re pretty—“

I didn’t let her finish her sentence. I was pretty big, but I knew she could take it. And I proved it to her by pressing the tip of my dick against her and slowly moving myself inside of her.

It was like coming home. She gasped and gripped the sheets as I slid completely into her, the warm and wet walls of her pussy gripping my dick like a vice.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted.

“Oh, my god, Colin.”

I leaned forward and kissed her neck. “I want to fill every inch of you.”

I began to work my hips, sliding in and out of her. Every motion send thrills and jolts of pleasure through me, and the soft moans she let out were almost too much. I clenched my jaw to stay in control as her smell and skin and perfect tits and hips all worked to overwhelm me.

“Ah, fuck,” she moaned as I began to move faster.

Her tits bounced with every hard, deep thrust. I grabbed her wrists and held them up above her head, pinning her down to the bed as I fucked her. I wanted to control her body, to make her ring with pleasure as my cock slammed deep into her core. I wanted to tear her to pieces and build her back up. I wanted to make her come so hard she forgot her name.

My dick kept thrusting into her and she groaned.

“Is that what you like, you slut?” I said into her ear.

“Fuck you,” she said back.

I replied by thrusting my dick in harder and she moaned, clearly loving it.

“Don’t talk back to me.”

“Oh, fuck, you asshole,” she groaned louder.

I slammed harder into her, pinning her hands down, and licked her nipples and teased them with my tongue. As she started to enjoy it, I bit softly, and she moaned. I could tell she loved it.

“You like it when I bite you,” I grunted.

“Ugh, yes, keep going,” she said, breathless.

I adjusted myself and pulled her one leg up, gripping her hip, sliding my dick in even deeper. She let out a deep, low moan, and her eyes rolled back slightly as I pounded into her. My muscles were tense and sweat began to roll down our bodies. I worked her that way, hips slightly raised, one hand supporting her while the other held her hands pinned above her head. Our bodies rocked back and forth together.

Her hips told me what she wanted. When she wanted it harder, her hip worked faster, and I moved to compensate. When she wanted it slower, her hips moved less. I moved with her and time disappeared, my cock sliding in and out of her soaked-through pussy, the only sound our skin pressing together and her soft moans.

And then her body tensed as her hips began to gyrate, working hard against my body. I fucked her deep and rough, gritting my teeth as my dick slammed into her.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” she panted.

I kept moving, matching her pace, sliding my dick in deep and filling her up. Her hands griped mine as her tits bounced with the strength of my strokes.

“Right there, Colin,” she moaned.

“Are you coming for me?” I grunted at her.

“Yeah, make me come.”

And I watched as her whole body tensed and began to spasm, her back arching and her legs flexing. I kept going, fucking her deep and smooth, sliding and filling her soaked and tight body as she came. Her eyes rolled back and she let out low, deep moans, and I almost lost it as her back bent up.

As soon as it started, it began to subside, and she relaxed.

“Holy shit,” she said, breathing deep.

I grinned at her, sliding in and out slowly. “Yeah.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before.”

“Let’s see if we can do better.”

She laughed. “I don’t think—“

I pulled myself out of her, interrupting her sentence, and she gasped. I grabbed her hips and flipped her around. Her beautiful ass hung up in the air, her soaked pussy aching for me. I pressed my face forward and licked her pussy from behind. She squirmed but positioned herself better to take me. I moved back away, savoring her taste again, and I pressed myself back inside her. She let out a loud gasp.

“That’s what I fucking wanted,” I grunted at her.

I began to slide in and out, gripping her hips. She reached forward and gripped the sheets.