by C. M. Steele
“Amelia, inside,” Roman orders, gripping my hand and tugging. A jolt of electricity shoots through me, so I yank my hand free like I’m annoyed and not turned on. This is going to be a very long and intense visit.
“Goodnight, Jake.” I wave at him and then walk past my stepbrother, who is a walking example of intensity. The man needs to chill.
“What’s up your ass?” He does realize that I don’t have to listen to him, right? Hell, do I even realize it?
“Watch your mouth.” I walk up to the hallway mirror and stare at myself like the smartass I am. It’s a big mistake because he’s on me in a second. My back is pinned to the wall, his hands pressed against the off-white surface, bracing my head. “You’re a little brat who needs a good spanking and to stay away from little boys who only have one thing in mind.”
“What if I want that one thing? What are you going to do about it?”
“Don’t tempt me to show you, little girl.” He steps back.
“My mouth is fine, by the way. Or at least that’s what Jake says,” I lie. We’ve never even kissed. Why am I trying to get Roman worked up?
“If you’re trying to rile me up, it’s not going to work. I don’t like loose women or girls.” He winks and walks away.
“At least Jack knows how to speak to a woman,” I shout out, realizing my gaffe immediately.
“Can’t keep your boyfriends’ names straight?” Damn it. I’m getting more worked up than he is. This plan is quickly backfiring.
“Fuck off,” I yell, raising my chin up at him.
“Oh, I plan to. I’m going to take my grown-man cock and fuck off to thoughts of what that smart mouth is going to get you. Now, go to bed.” I only do what he says because I’m afraid I’ll ask to watch him stroke his cock. Damn, is he trying to push me away? Or not?
I try to dash up the stairs, but like a klutz, I fall up them. I bang my shin so hard that I’m doing my best to fight back tears. It’s going to leave a bruise. Groaning, I attempt to stand when I find Roman with his arms around my waist, lifting me up like I weigh nothing. His firm body presses hard against mine. We both stay still, absorbing the moment when I notice he’s stiff and huge. “Are you sure you’re an adult?” he attempts to tease, but his voice has thickened.
I roll my hips back and let him know that I know. “Adult enough to feel your cock against my ass,” I sass, turning my head to glare at him.
“Keep it up, and you’ll feel it on your tongue.”
“Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t fuck assholes or suck their large cocks.”
“One day you will, Princess. After you’ve grown up, I’ll have you on all fours.” He swats my ass and cups my pussy. “I’m so fucking right and wrong. Go to bed and lock your door.”
“Don’t trust yourself?”
“No, suddenly I don’t.” I’m surprised by the honesty in his voice and the look on his face. It’s a mix of fear and confusion. I don’t even complain that he just groped me because I wanted him to rub me some more. Now I’m going to have to fuck my own hand tonight. The asshole.
“Goodnight, Roman.”
“Goodnight, Princess.”
I rush into my room and close the door, locking it instantly; it’s not because I’m afraid he’ll sneak in, but because I might creep into his room. I strip down and slip into the shower. As I lather up my body, I remember the feel of his strong, firm hands around my waist. I thought fantasizing about the guy was easy before; now I have an actual memory to add to it.
What if he’d flipped me over on the stairs and pinned me as he ground his cock against my soaking wet pussy? It throbs as he dares me to come. He knows I want to and if I push a little more, he’ll give me just what I’m asking for. I cry out, hand rubbing my clit, and press my head back against the wall as I come with Roman’s name on my lips. After I finally make it to my bed, I find Roman back in my brain and all thoughts lead to trouble.
“Shit. My phone.” I should go get it, but I’m not going to because I’ll be tempted to poke the bear and see how far he’ll take it.
Chapter Three
Roman
I adjust my cock and head back downstairs to make sure the entire house is secure. I sent her to bed for no other reason than I wanted to fuck her brains out on the nearest surface. I’ve called her names that she didn’t deserve. She may have come off as trying to be experienced, but the second I crowded her space and told her the filthy things I had in mind, I read her like a book. It’s all an act. She’s trying to goad me into being a bigger asshole, and it’s working. I acted like a fucking barbarian, tempted to test how far she’d let me go.
Since when have I become such an idiot who only thinks with his dick? I can’t get Amelia out of my head. I jump in the shower after a long day and take my cock in hand. It’s ready to go, so I know it won’t be long before I’m nutting. I wish it was her mouth wrapped around my meat instead of my own fist, but fuck it—I’ve stayed away from pussy for this long. How hard can it be to avoid hers?
I close my eyes and picture myself slamming her against the stairs and driving my cock into her warm, tight pussy. Just as I come all over my hand and stomach, I hear her phone going off. A devious smile stretches across my face. “I forgot I had the fucker.” I smile and wash off before climbing out in nothing but a towel.
I see it’s Jake trying to video chat with her. He’s called her twice since we got in. What a persistent little shit. I click it and let him see me. “Mr. Edwards…”
“She’s busy.” I end the video call and let him think what he will, or at least what I want him to think. I doubt he’s gonna do shit about it. I could be balls deep in Amelia, and he wouldn’t do a thing. My cock is painfully stiff again.
I toss the phone on the bed, but then my interest is piqued because she doesn’t have a lock on her phone. I jump on the bed and swipe her phone open. Her home screen is a picture of Amelia and her mom with my dad at the beach. It looks sweet and innocent, but it doesn’t matter because my cock feels otherwise. She’s in a tight black bikini that makes me growl, knowing that someone else must have been there to take the photo and seen her in that thing. There were probably tons of men ogling her tight body, wanting to strip her bare.
“Enough.” Tucking it away in my nightstand, I pull off my towel and lay on my stomach in bed. My rock-hard cock isn’t getting the memo that it’s bedtime and not time for another jerk-off session. I flip onto my back and stare at the ceiling.
****
I hardly slept a wink as I listened for her sneaking out to see that little bitch next door. She didn’t bother leaving her room, not once, staying put like a good girl. The sun’s just starting to rise and it’s my normal time to get my workout in, so I start with some pushups on the floor in front of the bed. I’m on my third set, arms burning, mind wandering to Amelia, wishing she was under me so I could kiss her lips and grind my cock on her before lifting up again. That would make the workout fun.
The bedroom door flies open. It seems I forgot to lock my own door last night. Amelia lets out a gasp as she stares at my fully naked body. I stand up, unashamed. My semi-hard cock goes to fully loaded the second I take her in. She’s wearing a pair of tight black yoga pants and a very form-fitting Twenty-One Pilots tee that hugs her ample tits.
“Need something, Princess?”
“I came to get my phone,” she stammers out, covering her eyes.
“Next time, it’s best to knock. I like sleeping naked.”
“Does it always stay like that?” she says waving her hand toward my middle.
“Only until I nut to thoughts of your young, creamy pussy.” I walk over to the drawer and pull out her phone. “Here you go, Princess.” She reaches for it with her eyes closed and scrapes her fingers against my stomach, grazing the tip of my cock. Fuck—it jerks, and she gasps. I take her hand and place it on my cock because I’m not nice. “If you wanted to touch it, you should have said so.”
“Jerk.” She resorts to name calling, but she doesn’t let go
of it.
“Are you calling me names, or asking how I want you to do it?” She gasps and lets it go. I’ve finally pushed her far enough. “Here’s your phone. Now, stay out of a grown man’s room, especially mine, because next time, I might not let you get away with just a simple touch.”
“I’m not a whore,” she informs me as if I didn’t know already.
“That’s obvious,” I state, stepping closer to her as she takes matching steps backward.
“If you know that, then why are you…” Her voice freezes when her back hits the wall next to the door that’s still partly open.
“Warning you? Just because.” I shrug my shoulders and step back slightly. “Besides, if you were easy, I’d have you on your knees kissing my dick with your tonsils. Now, go be a good girl. I’m leaving today.”
“Leaving?” Okay, so that’s all she took from what I said. I’m trying to get this girl to run from me before I do all the filthy things I want to her, but she’s not taking the hint so it’s time to be an asshole again.
“Yes. Some of us actually have jobs. Now go.”
I open the door wider and nudge her out, closing it before we both get more than we bargained for.
I dress in the other clothes I brought with me and gather up my things. I meant to stay longer like I promised my father, but I can’t. I’ll come back, but maybe after the princess is off to college and less of a danger to my sanity. Why did she have to pick NYC? It’s as if she’s following me, which can’t be true because we’ve only just met, and admissions is a long process that starts before the senior year of high school.
I’m just losing my mind. I call Inga and go over my schedule and meeting info.
“Tell me what we can push forward. I need some time off soon.”
Chapter Four
Amelia
I can barely make it to the kitchen when I let out a giggle. I don't know why. Maybe he's right. I'm still a child because I touched his penis on purpose. The man wasn't fooled. I spent the night aching for relief and riding my pillow and hand so much that I think rubbed my pussy raw. I want him to fuck me like he threatens. I think he’s trying to scare me away, but it has the opposite effect. I’m a squishy mess.
I knew exactly what I was doing when I stormed into his room uninvited. I hoped to get a glimpse, maybe just a little peek—after all, he got a bit of me last night. I never expected to get a full show. Full is an understatement. He’s huge. When he put my hand on it, I intentionally gave it a good squeeze. He wants to scare me away, but I'm not sure he can. I might not be as experienced as he prefers, but I'm suddenly an eager learner if he'll be my teacher. I think I’m suddenly into jerks.
I get the morning coffee started and then lean on the sink. My phone pings with a notification. It's from Jake. Did you enjoy your evening?
Weird. I text back. I suppose so. I went to bed early.
If that's what you call it. Okay. Double weird.
What's that supposed to mean Jake?
Your new brother showed me what you were busy doing. Fucking slut.
He took my phone from me because he's an asshole. I guess he's not the only one. Lose my number.
Nope. I don’t like jerks. Roman must be the exception.
I toss my phone on the counter and then think about it. I pull up my video chat and replay it. "Oh my God." I take a screenshot. That sexy asshole. I bet Roman has no idea that I record all my video chats. I don’t take people at their word either.
Roman takes that perfect moment to come into the room. "Already messaging your boyfriend?" If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s jealous.
"Yes. Not that it's any of your business. I already clarified the whole ‘you answering my phone in a towel.’"
"Pity. He's a pussy. He should have said something to me about it. Maybe challenged me." He smirks as he pulls out a coffee cup and pours himself some. What a smug prick.
I grab my own cup and snarl at him.
"You're much bigger than him, and we know you're a prick."
"So testy. I'll be out of your way soon. I'm stopping by the hospital before heading to the airport."
"I need to go there soon as well."
"Do you need a ride?" he asks before taking a long drink of his black coffee.
"Being nice now?" I was planning on calling an Uber.
"I figured I could offer a ride since you gave my cock a good squeeze."
"Are you always a pervert?" I ask as I blatantly ogle his throat as he drinks the rest of his coffee.
"Have you washed your hand yet?"
"Asshole."
He lets out a deep chuckle that shoots straight to my pussy. My face visibly reddens as I slam my thighs together. He crosses the island and crowds my space. "What did I say about that mouth of yours?" Fuck. I’m so turned on.
"That I'm old enough to do and say what I want." I continue to poke the bear.
"No." He cups my ass, giving it a firm squeeze before yanking down my yoga pants. I gasp, but don't tell him to stop because I don’t want to. Does that make me weak or slutty? I don’t know and sure as hell don’t care. Roman gives me a second to refuse. When I don't, he pushes my upper body down on the counter and slaps my ass. "You gonna be a good girl now?"
"I'm a woman,” I argue, wanting him to keep up the dirty talk.
"Not yet." His voice deepens huskily. His fingers dip lower, grazing my sticky mess. He pulls them back and then I hear the clear sound of them in his mouth. With his other hand pressed firmly on my back, I feel the next spank with his wet digits.
“Roman,” I whimper. I don’t know what I need, but I know he can give it to me.
“Yes, little girl?” he asks, leaning down just next to my ear so I can feel the vibrations of his words.
“This is wrong. I don’t like you, but…” I lie. I’ve obsessed about this man long before he knew I existed.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he growls, biting down on my shoulder.
“Yes.”
“I don’t know if I should let you. After all, you’re my stepsister. I really should stop touching you.” There’s the asshole.
“Don’t be an asshole.” I feel the head of his cock slip between my legs. I should be telling him to stop.
“Don’t tempt me to take you hard and rough right here. Now ride my length. Come on it, but don’t let it slip inside. I’m not ready to breed you, Princess.”
“Shit,” I moan, grabbing the edge of the counter as he rubs it back and forth. “Roman.” I work my ass back on him, trying to get more.
He grips my hair around his fist. “That’s it. Rock those hips and come.” I do. I clench down and come all over his thick length, and then I hear him grunt. “Such a little bad girl. You made me come on your panties.” He pulls back and fixes his pants as I lean on the counter, attempting to catch my breath. Suddenly, he pushes my panties back into place, lifting my yoga pants as well. With a spank, he walks right out of the room.
“I’ll be waiting in the car,” he calls out. “Don’t change.” I wasn’t planning on it. Fuck, that was so damn hot. I’m still catching my breath. The bossy bastard wants me to smell like him. Marked me. Could he want more? No. He’s probably just a territorial prick.
I get in the car two minutes later, and he’s on the phone. “Inga, tell Grizelda to expect me.”
Who the fuck are Inga and Grizelda? This playing piece of shit. I don’t bother asking because it’s none of my business.
“I’ve got to go.” He ends the call that I know he wanted me to hear. I was just a willing body, and I was more than willing. That’s fine, because that’s all he is to me. An itch I wanted to scratch; someone to learn from.
“Any time today, Roman,” I utter, repeating his words from last night to me.
“You’re fucking mouthy again.” There’s that sexy voice, but it’s not going to work this time because I have to hold my ground.
“Yes, but what you got is all you’ll get from me. I was horny.”
I read the email that does my heart good. My favorite organization is throwing a fundraiser. I don’t tell the jerk next to me because he wouldn’t care, but I’m happy either way. My life is so much more different than he presumes, but I’ll let him roll with those preconceived notions.
His phone rings as we get closer to the hospital. By the second ring, he answers the Bluetooth headset in his ear that I somehow missed him slip in. “Yes. Okay. I don’t care what she has to say. Do it, or you’re fired. Just do it.” He tosses the earpiece out of his ear onto the dashboard.
“What’s up your ass?” I question. You’d think coming would have made him happy.
“Princess, don’t start unless you plan to spend the rest of the ride with your face in my lap.”
“Wow. You’re so charming. I don’t know how anyone can refuse you.” We come to a red light two blocks from the hospital, and I hop out into traffic.
“What the fuck?” he barks out.
“I’ll walk the rest of the way. See you next holiday or something.” I just have to get away from him. He takes the next light and pulls into the parking lot for the hospital. I’m sure I’ve pissed him off enough that he’ll keep his distance. God knows that if he doesn’t, I’ll give in like the dirty little secret I’ve made myself.
He has a lover or two in New York, and I can’t get that out of my head. I walk past him as he moves quickly through the lot. He doesn’t say anything. “I need to have a word with my father first, and then you can go in there. I won’t be long.” So we’re back to dismissal.
“Yes, you’ve proven you’re quick.” I snark.
“I’m going to miss that smart mouth of yours,” he scoffs and then steps off the elevator, and his sarcasm hurts.
