Stepbrother Catfish: The Complete Series (13 page)

I feel myself being bent back, forced off balance. I grab at him, clutching at his shirt. It’s starting to feel like he’s trying to push every inch of himself into me. He’s pouring himself into my mouth and pushing himself against my body as if he could somehow fuse himself with me. It’s not going to work. He can’t force himself past my skin. If he keeps trying, we’re both going to crash.

There’s too much of him and I fear I can’t swallow it all. I struggle to keep up with the overwhelming strokes of his tongue. I struggle not to snap under the pressure of his weight. I make a small sound of distress and I feel him start to pull back.

Air hits my face. I can breathe. My face feels hot. My lips feel swollen.

He’s torn his mouth away from me and staring at me, panting.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” he asks.

His hooded eyes roam over me.

I nod my head at first but then shake my head. I just confused myself.  He’s successfully kissed me into a stupefied daze.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs between his heavy breathing.

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” I say breathlessly.

My ass is throbbing a little bit but it’s a tender pain, and I kinda like it. He untangles his fingers from my hair and strokes my cheek. Then he runs his thumb across my bottom lip and looks like he’s about to kiss me again.

“Are you sure?”

I nod my head again and teasingly the tip of my tongue meets his thumb. His breath hitches. It’s a sound I don’t hear enough of. A sound I really, really like. His eyes look ready to roll back in his head as I suck his thumb into my mouth.

“Hailey…” he groans.

I pull back a hard suckle. He rocks on his feet.

I don’t know what’s got into me. I just recognized an opportunity to grab some control of the situation and I stuck my tongue out and licked it.

I start to sink in my teeth.

“Hailey…” he says this time with his voice full of warning.

Maybe part of me wants to hurt him but I back off with his warning. I let up on the teeth and he starts to pull his thumb from my mouth. I pout at him with my eyes and he pushes it back in.

“You like that?” he asks, his eyes now practically glowing with heat.

I show him how much I like it by working my tongue against him. Giving him a taste of what I’d do to other parts of his body.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans and this time his eyes do start rolling back.

I don’t know what’s come over me. The rush of power must be going to my head. My tongue wiggles back and forth as he thrusts his thumb in and out of my mouth. He tastes a little salty. I can’t help but wonder what other parts of him taste like. His thumb is soft but I’ve felt the skin of his cock, it’s more like velvet. Would it feel like hot velvet in my mouth?

He suddenly pulls his thumb out of my mouth with a loud pop. Before I fully comprehend what’s happening, he’s shoving his hand down the boxer shorts I’m wearing. That hot wet thumb of his seeks out and finds my clit. He presses his thumb against my clit as if he was pushing a button.

I find myself squeaking his name, “Andrew!”

His eyes narrow and he growls out angrily, “Call me AJ.”

His thumb works my clit, pushing and swirling. It’s as if everything below my hips was suddenly overloaded with intense, rippling energy.

I squeeze my legs together, but that doesn’t stop him. I grab at his shoulders as hot, pulsing sensation courses through me. I’m on fire. My fingers tighten, my nails bite into his skin.

“Please,” I groan.

I feel like my own eyes are about to roll back in my head. It’s so much sensation so soon, it’s overwhelming and I can’t fight it.

His wet thumb works back and forth, showing me no mercy. “What’s my name?”

“AJ,” I sigh.

I arch, my body tensing, my muscles preparing. My hips rise up and before I even realize what I’m doing, my legs start to spread and I’m rocking my hips, falling into his rhythm.

Up, up I go, riding the lightning. I’m charged, the friction of his thumb feeding me. It’s as if every part of me, every fiber of my being is alive and angry with electricity.

His other fingers move. I feel them cup around me, holding me in the palm of his hand. He makes a rumbling sound, like thunder, then I feel his fingers getting dangerously close to my ass.

I jerk and his grip tightens. Harder, harder he pushes me. His thumb grinds into me. Smashing, circling. He’s going to make me explode right here, in his closet, all over his hand.

“AJ,” I moan out. I’m so close to my release I can taste it.

Already, I can see tiny sparks flashing before my eyes. I can feel my muscles so tightly coiled they’re ready to release their tension. My head tips back, I’m giving in.

It stops. It all just stops.

My eyes pop open. I so don’t understand.

“I love you,” he says and I feel like someone just punched me in the chest.

He’s still holding me, his grip tighter than ever. He squeezes me hard. I squirm. I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my clit.

“Do you love me, Hailey?”

Of course I love him. I wouldn’t still be here in this situation if I didn’t. I wouldn’t have forgiven him then kissed him. He makes me weak and drives me crazy. I’m doing all these things I wouldn’t normally do because my heart is utterly and completely madly in love with him. But to actually say it, to actually admit it, it feels like giving up the last card I’m holding in my hand. Once I say it, it’s out there, forever, and I can never take it back.

I hesitate. I feel his thumb push into my clit.

“This is so unfair,” I groan.

He flashes a wicked grin. “You know I’m more than willingly to play dirty to get what I want.”

“Are you sure this is really the way you want…” I don’t even get to finish. His thumb rubs all over me. I’m shuddering. I’m so close. Everything that was pent up has swept over me with a vengeance.

He stops suddenly. I want to die. I cry out and roll my hips.

“Say it,” he demands.

I bite my lip and shake my head.

“Last chance, Hailey.”

He tortures me by just pushing the pad of his thumb lightly against my clit.

I just can’t bring myself to do it. Every nerve in me is screaming in misery. We were so close, we were almost there. Now I’m one giant, throbbing ache of need.

AJ smiles as if he was wanting it to happen just like this. He pulls his hand from my boxers. I almost face plant. My knees wobble, my legs are giving out of me.

He quickly grabs me. He sweeps me up as if I weigh nothing. Then says, “Have it your way,” as he carries me from the closet.

I suppose I should get used to this, AJ whisking me away when he’s ready to have his way with me. At the moment, however, I’m so sexually frustrated that I glare at him angrily as he carries me to his bed.

He walks up to the edge of his mattress and grins. It’s one of those, cocky, I know I’m hot shit grins, then he just drops me. I squeal and bounce once, twice, then start to roll away from him.

I’m on my tummy, crawling to the other side of the bed when he grabs me by the ankle.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He pulls me back, dragging me across the mattress. My shirt, however, doesn’t seem to want to get dragged back with me. It catches and ends up above my breasts. My nipples rub across his soft Egyptian cotton sheets as he pulls me back to him.

I squeal and kick at him, but it’s useless. His weight comes down on top of me, crushing me. I try to push up from the bed, but all I end up doing is grinding his hard bulge into my ass.

“Oh, I like that,” he breathes hotly into my ear.

I shiver then he’s kissing my neck.

“AJ,” I moan and squirm. His lips are warm and wet as they taste me, teasing me. I’m so weak there, so sensitive. All it takes is a sweeping brush of his lips and he might as well be kissing my clit.

“If you want to come, Hailey, you’re going to have to tell me you love me.”

I feel his tongue lapping at my earlobe. Then he nips me. I jerk, he laughs. I push my ass into him. He groans and stops laughing.

“If you want this,” I counter. “You’ll have to release me.”

“We’ll see about that.”

His weight leaves me and I brace to be moved. A second later he’s rolling me over. I feel a deep, gratifying satisfaction when the sight of my exposed breasts forces a gasp from his lips. He stares at me, his eyes hot and full of hunger.

I take my own breasts into my hands and give them a squeeze. He groans with want as I play with them. I kneading them and lift them as if offering them to him. Moaning softly, I arch my back off the bed, wishing it was his hands doing all of this.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says in admiration.

I feel myself flushing with pleasure.

Embolden by his appreciation, I give both of my breasts one last squeeze then I pinch and pull on my nipples. Before I can even blink he falls upon me.

With a growl, he buries his face between my breasts. He breathes me in and rubs his face against me. I grab my breasts again and squeeze them together. Being squeezed between my breasts seems to drive him crazy. Back and forth he works frantically, his mouth and tongue moving all over me until finally he’s pushing my hands out of the way.

I cry out as he sucks my hard nipple into his burning mouth. He’s so hot and wet. It feels so damn good. Now he’s driving me crazy. He pulls back a hard suck and I’m coming up and off the bed, tasting his name.

“Tell me you love me and I’ll give you what you need.”

His words bring me crashing back to reality. I’m panting, hard. I look down at his face. My nipples are peaked and glistening with moisture. My breasts rise and drop with my every breath. I can’t do it, not yet.

He grins that cocky grin of his and starts kissing a wet trail down my tummy.

Oh no. I know what he’s doing. I squirm beneath him, he increases his pace. I try to sit up, he pushes me back down. I start to wiggle and try to scoot back. He grabs me by the hips to stop me.

“Stay still unless you’ve got something to say.”

I stare at the top of his head as his fingers hook into my boxers. He takes his time sliding them down my legs.

“AJ, please,” I implore him. “Why are you doing this to me?”

He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he bends down and starts kissing me. First he kisses just at my mons. He has to grab me by the thighs to spread my legs. His lips touch down on my inner left thigh. First he kisses down, towards my knee, then he follows a too sensitive line back up that leaves me breathless and twitchy.

“AJ, please,” I say again.

He continues to ignore me. I thought saying his name would get me some mercy from him. He moves on to the right thigh. Kissing, teasing. The sensation is so intense, so close to tickling, I can’t stop twitching.

I feel so vulnerable and exposed in this position. He has me spread wide, completely open. There’s nothing I can hide. He can see every pink bit of me. Especially my growing need. I’m so wet. So swollen. The throbbing just keeps increasing.

His kisses on my thigh have grown closer and closer to my sex. I hold my breath with anticipation. Then I feel his tongue lapping in the junction where my thigh meets my groin.

“Fuck,” I groan out as hot, sizzling pleasure floods me.

Just a little closer, just move to the left a bit, I mentally urge him. I want nothing more than to have him touch me. To have his hot, wet mouth covering me. To have him eating me. The desire is so strong, so intense, I’m moving my ass and hips, needing to get him there.

“Uh, uh, uh,” he chides me and puts a stop to my movement by grabbing me by the waist.

“If you want me to lick your pussy, Hailey, you need to say the magic words.”

“Fuck me,” I groan out and fall back against the bed.

He chuckles, “Those aren’t quite the words I was meaning.”

His head drops back down and he hovers above me. I curse and sit up as he blows his hot breath all over me. The hot air is a torture to my swollen, pulsing sex. It only makes me more aware of how needy I am. More aware of the wetness. Especially as I seem to cool and chill immediately after he stops blowing.

“Say it.”

“I love you.” I’m just as shocked as he is as his head lifts back up. The words just popped right out of me.

He blinks slowly. “What was that?”

“I love you.”

There, it’s out. There’s no going back now. I’ve said it, and by the look on his face, there’s no forgetting.

A range of emotions seem to pass over his face. First there’s surprise as if he wasn’t sure if he heard me correctly. Then there’s understanding. I catch a glimpse of joy before it’s pushed away, replaced by a desperate hunger. I recognize that hunger, I’m feeling it right now but not used to seeing it staring back at me.

“I wanna hear you scream it, baby,” he growls out.

He drops down again. There’s no warning. His hot mouth is suddenly covering me.

I grab at the bed, my nails tearing at the sheet. His tongue, bless that tongue, swirls my clit. I’m so worked up, so on edge, it’s only seconds before I screaming out his name.

I am my orgasm. No other part of me exists. I am electric, thrumming, all-encompassing explosion.

I burst. It’s more than lightning and thunder, it’s a full-blown hurricane. My hips buck and rock. It feels as if I’m swept up by something and carried away. I know I’m flooding his mouth, gushing and convulsing with my release. He licks up every drop. I feel him vibrating, he’s making hungry sounds as his tongue laps at me.

There’s no time to catch my breath, no time to drift back to reality. He appears above me, positioning himself between my thighs. With one hand he undoes his pants. There’s no time to remove them, only enough time to open them.

“I love you, Hailey,” he says so tenderly.

He bends down and kisses me. Then, in one powerful stroke, he drives himself into me. I’m stretching, so full around him. I cry out against his mouth. He pulls back, and then drives back harder, deeper.

I can taste myself through his kiss. His tongue pushes through my own lips. He’s thrusting everything he can into me. I get that feeling again that he’s trying to bury himself in me. The way he clutches me, the way he thrusts himself into me, he’s giving me it all.

Take it, I have no choice but to take it.

I hold on to him. It’s all I can do because the way he’s giving it to me, I feel like if I don’t hold on, I’ll fall off and who knows where the ground even is. Up is down, right is left. I’m bombarded by so much pleasure, so much sensation, I can’t even mentally process all of it. I wrap my legs around his hips. My arms go around his neck.

He breaks the kiss by pulling away and then I feel his hand on my cheek.

“Look at me, Hailey,” he says, his voice strained. He doesn’t stop pumping the long, hard length of his cock in and out of my wet heat.

My ears hear him, but my brain doesn’t register it. I’m moaning, soft, throaty sounds that roll off my lips, bubbling up from the pressure building in my core.

“Look at me,” he says harsher.

He thrusts hard into me, slamming himself against my inner barrier and my eyes bulge open in surprise.

His eyes capture mine. I feel dazed and confused at first, but the intensity of his gaze feels as if it’s piercing my very soul and shocking me back to reality. I can see everything in his eyes. The barriers are all gone. He’s removing the mask.

At first, I want to look away because it feels as if I’m looking at something I shouldn’t be seeing. Like I’ve taken a wrong turn, stumbled into a room that’s off-limits and glimpsed something that’s secret and meant to be private.

But he won’t let me.

He wants me to see it. His gaze holds mine as if he’s daring me. As if it’s saying, look away and tell me you can’t take it.

I can’t look away, I’m mesmerized by the passion in his eyes. I’m entranced by my reflection. At this moment, I can see the way he sees me and I’m completely floored by it. There’s no doubt left. AJ isn’t just spitting game to keep me in his bed. He loves me, utterly and completely. He might even love me more than I love him.

I watch the break, completely awed and honored to witness the event. His eyes dim, his lips slack, and I feel he’s disconnected for a moment as he lets go. He cries out and just witnessing him reach the pinnacle of pleasure, knowing he’s there because of me, because of his want for me, his need for me, sends me spiraling towards my own.

There’s something so intense about looking into each other eyes as we explode. My own cries join his. I feel his warmth filling me, his cock twitching and pulsing inside me. I grind against him as my walls convulse and milk him.

It’s the most primal, raw thing I’ve ever experienced. We’ve given ourselves completely to each other. It’s as if our very souls just spoke to each other.

When we’re done, he collapses on top of me, his weight causing me to sink further into his fancy soft mattress. I don’t complain, though. I enjoy the weight of him. I start to stroke my hands up and down his back. He practically purrs into my neck. I want to savor this moment forever. I want to savor him.