Stepbrother's Gift (12 page)

He reached down to unbutton himself, knowing that he was going to dive right into me as soon as our clothes were off. I pouted again. “I want to be on top.”

“Oh? And why should I let you?”

I ran my tongue along my upper lip. “Because I’m going to let you put this...” I gave his cock a gentle squeeze through his pants, then slipped a finger into my mouth, “...in here.”

He laughed. “I should hire you to negotiate for me,” he said, rolling over and collapsing heavily on his back in the mess of white sheets. “You’re a convincing girl.”

I immediately went for his belt, pulling down his pants in one motion. I swung up and straddled him, his hairy muscled legs prickly against my smooth thighs. I ran my hands over this chest as he put his arms up behind his head. Looking at him, it was as if he was going to take a leisurely nap, not watching me suck his cock.

I grinned at that dirty thought. My hands took his hard dick out of his cotton boxers, ready to suck him until he came in my mouth. The thought flamed my desire, and I could feel the heat and tension building between my thighs again.

Well, maybe I wouldn’t let him come after all. At least not in my mouth.

I pulled down his boxers far enough that his thick cock bounced free, straining toward the ceiling and standing before me like a statue.
This was why men built obelisks and skyscrapers
, I thought, sitting back and admiring him. I had been with enough guys to know James was blessed. Not only in size, but in appearance. His was a handsome cock, well-proportioned, thick and meaty. It was the sort of cock a girl looked forward to fondling and sucking on.

I ran my hands down his length in a gentle caress, letting one hand slide under him to lift his balls while the other gripped his shaft and squeezed. I lifted with both hands in the same rhythm, stroking him up and down.

“I told you I was going to spoil you,” he said with a cocky grin, thrusting his hips up for me.

“I like being spoiled,” I said, leaning down and kissing his chest.

I licked one nipple, then kissed over and licked the next, grinding my hips up towards my stroking hands. When I sat back up, a trickle of his milky pre-cum had spilled from the slit at the end of his engorged shaft. I slid back and leaned down, squeezing him as tightly as I dared, putting my tongue to his slit to lick the second bead of pre-cum that gathered there.

I licked at him teasingly, loving the grimace of pleasure on his face, then took him in my mouth.

I started shallow and slow, letting the flat of my tongue curl and rub under his velvety ridge, tugging on him gently with my mouth. I took my hand from his shaft and laid it palm down on his hard stomach, only holding him by his plum-shaped balls now, letting my sucking mouth provide the pleasure on its own.

I looked up at him earnestly, wanting to see his pleasure in his face. His eyes stared back, full of passionate fire. I could feel the tension in his abs under my hand, and see the muscles flexed in his arms, as if he were ready to leap from the bed and fuck me hard at a moments' notice. But he stayed still and let me have my way with him for a little while.

I decided to reward him for being such a good boy. I slid further down his legs, giving myself enough room for what I was about to do. I glanced up at him once more, and without taking my eyes form him slowly took him deeper, until the leaking head of his cock pressed the soft palate at the back of my mouth. I squeezed his balls gently and forced myself further down, until his head slid past my gag reflex. I heaved, feeling the walls of my throat squeeze his hardness as I gagged. I held myself there, slurping and choking on his length, for as long as I could take it. When I finally lifted myself off of him I coughed and wiped away the thick strings of spittle that still tied my mouth to his throbbing cock.

“Well?” I asked, coughing and wiping away the tears that had welled in my eyes.

“That was pretty good, I guess,” he said.

My jaw dropped. I had never deep throated a guy before, and now I might never do it again.

He seemed to sense that he had said the wrong thing. “But I’d like it better if you’d put that little pussy on my face while you did it.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Nice recovery,” I said, and before I could obey he leaned forward, pulling me up so he could grab me by the waist and hurry me into position, my legs straddling his head. I could feel his hot breath on my slick and puffy folds, still engorged from being fucked so roughly over the back of the couch.

“Let’s see who comes first,” he said.

“It's not a race—” I said, my voice rising to a squeak as he began. He ran the flat part of his tongue from my clit to my perineum. I squeezed my butt cheeks tight as his tongue came so near my other hole, the surprising sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through my core as his tongue laved my swollen lips.

He struck my butt cheek with a playful smack that made me yelp, then groaned into my pussy. “Are you going to suck that cock or just look at it?”

I descended on him, mad with lust and desire. It was difficult to focus with his mouth licking and sucking at my pussy. He slipped fingers in and out of my wet folds, his moans sending little vibrations through me. I felt myself softening, getting unbelievable wet for him. My hips ground down on their own, until his chin pressed hard against my clit. The pressure provided some relief, but what I craved desperately was for him to put his big cock deep inside of me again.

He spanked my ass again, hard enough to make me cry out in pain. I realized I had stopped sucking him. I put my mouth on him, mindlessly choking myself on his cock now, slurping and moaning loudly, too distracted as he brought my own pleasure to a crest to be subtle or skilled. I cried out, squeezing his cock with both hands. I went down on him with all my strength as I orgasmed over his lapping tongue, my pussy clenching and quivering as he licked the juices from my oversensitive lips.

“Down,” he grunted, pushing my hips. I slid myself along his chest until I laid between his legs, my head between his feet. My breasts pressed against his legs, and I knew that he must enjoy that sensation.

I felt his cock at my entrance. I tried to grind into him, to take him. I could feel his want, his need. “Do you want this cock, Allie?”

I looked back at him, seeing his lust. I was full of raw desire as well, and I needed that cock inside of me. My body ached to have that cock inside of me. “I want it so bad, James...”

I heard him growl, and a second later he was pushing past my folds and inside of me. I put my head back between his legs, my tits resting on his feet. The ache of being stretched so hard was sweet. I began to grind my hips down on him, making his head rub little circles all over inside of me.

I lifted my hips, squeezing his cock with my little pussy as I rode him up and down, crying out as the swells of pleasure literally made my legs shake. I felt his hands grip my petite ass, his fingers digging hard into the soft flesh there as he urged me up and down harder and harder, forcing more and more of himself inside of me with every downward thrust of my hips. I felt him spreading me, watching my ass and pussy as I bounced.

I felt as his thumb began to stray toward my asshole. I had never let a man take me there before, but at that moment I was so full of lust that it would have been difficult to stop him. As he brushed his thumb over my asshole, I felt my whole body contract. I didn't know if it was to keep him out or because what he did turned me on, though.

As he continued to rub ever so lightly, I knew that I didn't really want to stop him. If he wanted to fuck me there as well, I would allow him. In fact, I would relish every moment. Like I did everything he did.

“You like that, don't you? You want me to fuck you there, too?” he asked.

The arrogance had crept back into his voice, and now that I had been asked, I definitely didn't want to say yes. At least not right now. I looked back at him and batted my eyelashes. “I think the hole you're fucking right now feels pretty nice, don't you?”

He seemed to get the message loud and clear. “Absolutely,” he agreed. His hands went back to my ass cheeks, spreading me wider as he began thrusting into me even harder. I fell forward onto his legs again and hugged them as he went deeper inside of me. It felt absolutely amazing.

Suddenly, he pulled out of me, then moved his legs out from under me. I fell to the bed, then started to turn over to see what he had planned. A forceful hand on my shoulder pinned me to the bed.

“Don't. Fucking. Move.”

I moaned as he took charge, putting me exactly where he wanted me. As I laid face down on the bed, I felt him position himself over me, his hand never leaving my shoulder. I was pinned. His cock moved between my ass cheeks, and for a moment, I thought he was going to fuck my ass anyway. However, his huge dick found my pussy, and he slid into me easily.

As I felt my body stretch to accommodate him, I knew I had never been fuller. I cried out, struggling against his grip, but not in an attempt to get away. I wanted more. With every thrust, he used my small body to satisfy his own primal urges. I could hear him grunting behind me, and my own involuntary moans let both of us know how well he was doing.

He lowered himself down to me, and his muscular chest made contact with every inch of my back. I shuddered with pleasure as he lowered his lips to my ear. “You've been dreaming of this since the day you met me, all those years ago on your deck, haven't you?”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly.

“This is your dream come true,” he said. He moved his hand that was on my shoulder to my hair and scrunched it up, pulled gently. “Me fucking you until you come is your dream come true.”

I didn't know what it was he did, but I felt the wave of pleasure begin to rise inside of me. When he moved a hand under my neck, I knew it was all over. Without even squeezing, he let me know exactly who was in control. I wanted him in control. His thrusts seemed to intensify.

“Come for me, Allie.”

“I'm gonna... I'm gonna come,” I whimpered. My voice was raw with emotion and lust.

With that, he increased his efforts, spreading me even wider. I felt his cock swell as I heard his grunts intensify. I began to writhe, my expression turning from one of pleasure to one of pain as I desperately tried to crest over the hill of my orgasm.

James took care of that for me. “Are you ready for my cum?” he asked.

The thought of him filling my body with even more of his semen accelerated my orgasm. “God. James. Yes.” I didn't know if I was having a divine orgasm or if I was actually calling James my Adonis, god of fucking me.

I felt my body open up, felt my muscles relax as I experienced what must have been the most powerful orgasm in my life.  It was heaven on earth and then some. I felt his cock turn more rigid.

“Come inside me,” I cried out.

He groaned as my little body writhed underneath him. Just as he was giving me exactly what I wanted, I was giving him what he wanted as well. And with a final powerful thrust of his hips into my pinned body, he let loose. I could feel him, buried so deep inside of me, spurting and twitching as he emptied his lust inside of me, his cum filling my little womb for the third time today. I cried out, delirious with pleasure and lust. I had never been so powerfully aroused in my whole life as when I felt his cum filling my pussy.

As he slowed, I felt his cock twitching inside of me. He let go of my hair and neck, putting his hands on either side of me. I began to clench and unclench my ass cheeks, milking his balls for every last drop of seed that they could give me. He shuddered and moaned as I coaxed every last bit of him out. And why not? I don't think I could expect him to go more than three times in a single day, and I wanted to fill my body with his semen.

When he finally stopped twitching, I slowly rose up, his cock still snug inside of me. I turned around and smiled at him, grinding my hips teasingly as he softened within me.

“Come here,” he growled, reaching up and grabbing me by the neck. He pulled me in for a long, hard kiss as I arched my back.

I kissed him back, reaching back and running my hands through his hair in gentle strokes as he nipped and licked at my lips, until finally I was too tired to kiss and lay down exhausted and sweating. He didn't collapse against me, instead dragging his fingers in a long caress up and down my back.

Finally, he pulled out of me and laid down with his head on the pillow. I gave a little whimper as my body felt empty once again, but then I laid my head down on his chest, letting him play with my hair a little bit.

I listened to him breathe, my head rising and falling, until the gaps between each breath was longer, and each breath fell deeper, and he was asleep. I tried to sleep myself, but couldn’t. My mind raced away. I wondered at the seed that even now still seeped from inside of me.

I had spent all day, ever since our first encounter, excited by the idea of being pregnant. However, at this post-coital moment, without the hot roar of pleasure, I was terrified. What if I did get pregnant? What if I really did have James’s little baby already growing inside of me?

What then?

And as I wondered, I realized something else. I had never really told him what I wanted to say. In his office he cut me short, and when he got home he had grabbed hold of me so fiercely I could barely say hello. And then afterward I had been so drunk on his beauty and his body and his cum that I had forgotten everything else.

I had never told him that I wanted anything more than sex.

It felt like hours passed as my daydreams turned to long lists of worries and doubts. But finally my exhaustion was too much to fight, and my eyes closed, heavy with certain sleep. I would talk to him in the morning. I would put it all clear in the morning. I slept.

T
he light was too bright. I opened my eyes, blinking at the ceiling that glowed above me. I hadn’t realized in the darkness, but the walls didn’t go all the way up, and the light from the huge and bare windows glared into the apartment above me. I pulled the pillow over my head, wanting to block out the light and sleep for just a little bit longer.