Escape: A Mob Stepbrother Romance

by Snow, Lucy

  “I don’t care,” I moaned, “just come closer and touch me more, please, Ronan.” My voice came out like I was pleading, and I was getting close to doing just that. The amount of passion my stepbrother had managed to arouse in me with just a few minutes of touching and kissing astounded me, and I didn’t care about any taboo or what was going on in the rest of my life - right now I just needed to feel more of this.

  So much more.

  And Ronan clearly understood, because he didn’t waste any more time and got right back to taking care of me. He leaned over, letting my hand and his fall back to his side before planting both hands on either side of my legs and kissing my knees, sending more fire up and down my legs and body.

  I couldn’t help but close my eyes as Ronan kissed up my legs, switching between them. We were both still fully clothed, and I couldn’t wait to get him out of that suit and check his body out. Ronan moved upward as he came to where my dress began to cover me up, and even with my eyes closed I felt his hands press down on either side of me on the bed as he moved back upward.

  Then his lips were on my neck again, and I heard myself moan long and low, out of control. “Oh, Ronan, please, right there,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck and trying to pull him down on me, only to have him resist with just a fraction of his muscle. I felt his hot breath on me.

  When his lips found mine again I kissed him with a frenzy that surprised even me. I knew he and I had been building toward something like this for a long time, even if neither of us would admit it under pain of death, but maybe it took a dire situation like the one I found myself in to bring feelings like this to the forefront.

  Whatever it was, I wanted more of it. As Ronan kissed me, I pulled his jacket away from his shoulders, and without breaking our connection he got rid of the jacket, tossing it over to one of the room’s chairs. I went after the buttons on his shirt next, fumbling with them in the heat of our passion. Ronan grinned as I tried to get them off, and finally he balanced on one hand and unbuttoned them himself.

  The shirt joined the jacket on the chair, and I looked up at Ronan’s sleek and muscular body, covered in tattoos I’d never seen before. I breathed in deep, almost unable to comprehend how gorgeous and sexy my stepbrother was. He had muscles I’d never even seen before, much less had in front of me, ready to pounce on me.

  While I admired his body, tracing the hard lines of his tattoos up and down his chest, shoulders, and arms, Ronan looked down at my dress as if he was imagining me without it. I was only too happy to oblige, reaching my arms up. He took my hands and pulled me up till I was sitting on my knees, and I leaned forward.

  Ronan understood what I needed and he reached around, pulling my head forward toward his crotch. I licked my lips in anticipation, and raised my hands to unzip his pants; I could see the outline of his huge hard cock pressing against the fabric and I wanted to free it and get it into my mouth as soon as I could.

  Ronan had other ideas, though. He brushed my hands away from his pants, and when I looked up at him, the question on my face, he looked down at me and shook his head, smiling. “Not yet, kitten,” he whispered, and lowered my head back down, still close to his cock. I breathed in deep, taking in his manly scent and getting wetter by the second.

  While my head was lowered, just a couple inches from the outline of his cock, Ronan reached behind my head, holding my hair up in one hand and slowly unzipping my dress from the neck down with his other hand. I wanted him, needed him, to go faster, but Ronan kept a steady and slow pace, putting me even more on edge than before. I wanted to say something, I wanted to beg him to go faster, to undress me and finish undressing himself so he could slide that cock of his into me, but I also couldn’t help but stay on the wild ride and see where he’d take me. If where we were headed was a progression from where we’d been, I was in for quite a night.

  As my dress got looser around my upper body, Ronan’s fingers holding up my hair caressed the back of my neck and my upper shoulders, making me shudder with delight.He couldn’t have known how much I loved having my neck and shoulders touched and caressed during sex.

  All of a sudden, Ronan’s intensity increased, and I got the impression that he was impatient to get me out of my dress. He reached down to the bottom of the hem and lifted it, and I listed my arms and within a few seconds my dress joined his shirt and jacket on the chair. I shivered, partly from pleasure, partly from anticipation, partly from being so close to naked so quickly.

  All I had on was my skimpy purple matching bra and panties. I leaned back on the bed, throwing my hands out behind me, trying to strike a sexy pose, while Ronan dropped his hands to his side and just looked at me. “Do you know?” He whispered.

  “Do I know what?”

  “Do you know how sexy I find you?” He leaned in and kissed me for the lips hard, his tongue diving into my mouth, claiming it as his own. He broke the kiss. “How long I’ve wanted you? Can you have any idea how difficult it’s been? All these years?”

  I looked down then back at him. Finally, after a few moments, I was able to summon up the courage to reply. “I’ve wanted you just as long, and just as much.”

  He kissed me again, pushing his head forward and mine back, till I started to resist and push back. “Then,” he said in between smaller kisses, “we have a lot of time to make up for.”

  I moaned, and Ronan pushed me back on the bed. I resisted, leaned forward myself first. “First you have to take off your pants.”

  “When her to take care of that for me?” He put his hands back to his side, and I licked my lips as I reached up and undid his belt, slowly, looking up at him with the sexiest eyes I could imagine. He smiled, watching me as I unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. His cock, sick and long and hard and still covered by his silk boxer briefs, pressed outward, freed at last from the confines of his pants.

  I reached around his perfectly shaped ass and pulled his pants down, all the way to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them away after taking something out of them, his eyes never leaving mine. “Now these,” I said, pointing at his boxer briefs. “Take them off for me, please.”

  Still looking at me, Ronan hooked his bum around the waistband of his boxer briefs and with a practiced and experienced flick had them falling to the floor in a moment. I gasped the first time I saw his cock.

  It was perfect. Just the right length, and so thick I probably couldn’t wrap one hand around it. I swallowed hard, not sure if I’d be able to fit that thing inside me, but I also couldn’t wait to try.

  It stood at attention, calling to me, beckoning me to touch it, to taste it. Just as I was about to move forward, licking my lips again to wrap them around his hard shaft, Ronan have me a gentle push that sent me sprawling back onto the bed. I giggled as my head hit the soft pillow.

  “Not yet,” he murmured, climbing onto the bed. “You don’t get to taste me just yet. Not before I’ve been inside you.”

  I whimpered at his answer as my enormous stepbrother reach down to the bed and picked up what he’d taken out of his pants, unwrapping the condom and rolling it over his cock before he propped himself over me with his hands on the bed to either side of me. I craned my neck upward and he came down to meet me in a sweet kiss.

  He pushed me down with his head, and I retreated back to the mattress as Ronan lowered himself onto one of his sides and ran his hands over my body, finding all the spots that made me moan at his touch.

  Before I knew what was happening next, Ronan traced his fingers along the edges of my bra and panties, making me groan as I got frustrated with the sheer wisps of fabric getting in the way of him playing with my aching breasts and soaking pussy.

  Recognizing that I wanted him to undress me further, Ronan chose not to do that at all, and tweaked my nipples over my bra, while finding my clit over my panties and gently pushing against it, with a touch so light it was like a feather. My eyes rolled up in the back of my head, I was so turned on, I came right there.
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  Lights appeared in my eyes and my vision blurred as my first orgasm hit me, sending shockwaves of energy and light throughout my body, head to toe.

  Ronan sat back, cradling his head in one hand, grinning at me. As I came down off my orgasm I reached up, clawing at the air in front of me, trying to will Ronan to come closer and touch me more.

  To my complete lack of surprise, Ronan obliged.He started low, kissing up my legs and breathing heavily, letting his hot breath flow over the slick dampness of my panties. “Time to take these off,” he whispered, pulling on them from each side with his strong fingers. I lifted my ass off the bed and let him slip them down my legs till they were completely off. He held them in front of his mouth and smelled, inhaling deeply, a look of pure lust on his face. “You smell amazing, Kara.”

  He threw my panties on the floor and continued back where he was, kissing up my belly while I thrust my pussy toward him, Trying to get him to touch me more down there, aching for his lips or his fingers or his cock, just anything. Even though I had just had an orgasm that threatened to knock me out from anticipation, I still needed more. He had my whole body on fire, and I was a live wire that needed another release or I wouldn’t be able to control myself anymore.

  But Ronan wouldn’t oblige, almost ignoring my pussy as I pressed it against his torso and chest as he moved upward. Instead, he focused on my breasts, the last part of my body that was still covered. My nipples, hard and ready to be played with, pressed into the fabric from the bottom, and I moaned as he ran his fingers over the edge of the lace, teasing me over and over again, making me pant with excitement.

  I couldn’t believe the effect my stepbrother had on my body. I didn’t understand how a man could turn me on so much, and yet show so much restraint in actually touching me that would drive me even wilder. I loved it, I couldn’t get enough of it, but at the same time, I was also scared of it. I was scared that in the morning he would still have this power over me. I was scared that from now on I would need him like I needed him to touch me, like I needed him to fuck me.

  Ronan kept running his hands over my bra, sometimes sliding his fingers underneath to tease my nipples even more. “Please, don’t,” I whispered, my eyes closed, my head shaking back and forth from left to right. “Please just take it off.” Ronan kissed up my chest to my shoulders and neck, slowly at first, but building in speed and intensity, till he got to my lips, and he pushed his tongue inside my mouth again, pulling out just the latest in a long line of Hardy moans from me.

  You’ve reached out with one hand and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me up to one side and then holding me there with his other arm around the back of my neck, while his first-hand unclasp my brown from the back and then set me down gently back on the mattress.

  I watched the wonder in his face and eyes as he pulled the leg straps down off my shoulders and I slipped my arms through them, and when Ronan through my bra away and saw my uncovered press for the first time he gasped.

  “Kara, you are perfect,” he breathed, as if you are unable to believe what he was singing in front of him. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

  My heart jumped at his words, and I closed my arms around his neck pulling him in for another kiss, kiss that I didn’t want to end. Ronan had other ideas, 12, and soon he was moving his head back down to my breasts, now that they were uncovered and available for. Still, he didn’t just dive into playing with them, he took his time and teased me just like before.

  It was even worse now that there was nothing getting in the way of him doing whatever he wanted to. His touch was so light and so soft, and so almost tentative, and I couldn’t help but thrust my chest out toward him, almost to try and force him to touch me more and harder. And still, Ronan didn’t take the bait.

  I had never known that being frustrated in bed could be so erotic. It had never occurred to me that this level of teasing, this level of playing with me without trying to slide into me as quickly as possible could be something I liked.

  The truth was, I had never had sex like this before. And to top it all off, he hadn’t even gone near my pussy yet. I couldn’t even imagine what that would be like.

  Finally, Ronan touched his lips to my nipples, after taking his time and swirling his tongue around my breast and a smaller and smaller circle until he arrived at the tip, aching for his touch. I tightened my grip around the back of his head as he took my nipple into his mouth, and gently needed between his tongue and lips. Jets of energy flew throughout my body and I forgot about everything else.

  My entire being was concentrated into that one little point. Meanwhile, Ronan took his time with the other breast, his hand slowly making the same smaller and smaller circles. Before he got to the nipple, he moved his hand and very quickly licked his finger to use in teasing my nipple. The combination of his mouth on one nipple and his wet finger on the other drove me wild, and I bucked against him, more frustrated and turned on than I had ever been in my entire life.

  We lay like that, Ronan above me, a look of joy and curiosity on his face as he switched between licking each breast, and playing with my nipples, while I writhed in agony and ecstasy underneath him, My hands wrapped around his neck. I couldn’t reach down to check, but I was sure that I was gushing all over the bed.

  “I think you’re ready,” he whispered, momentarily leaving my press to whisper in my years.

  “Yes,” I croaked, sensing that release is coming soon, finally. “Yes, please, Ronan, please, I’m ready.”

  “Say it,” He commanded, his voice still very low.

  “Say what?” I breathed against his back

  “You know what I want you to say.” He moved his head away from my ear and held it above my, his eyes pressed into me and then I knew what he wanted me to say.

  “Please fuck me, Ronan,” I said, louder, keeping my eyes open all throughout. “I need your cock inside me.”

  As soon as I finish saying it, I felt Ronan pushes cock inside me, and I gasped, my eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he pressed his thick cock into me. All my fears about being able to fit his length and girth inside me suddenly disappeared. Ronan had got me so turned on with his foreplay, I had already had one orgasm, and he was able to slide in as easy as possible. It still hurt, but the pain was mixed with pleasure, and while the pain faded away as he pushed himself and to me, going deeper and deeper, the pleasure only got more and more intense.

  He stopped every few seconds to adjust, and move backwards a little bit before pushing again into me, as I got used to having his book inside me. I was moaning out of control, my vocal cords and mouth now completely separate from all conscious thought.

  After a minute or so, Ronan and finally bottomed out, gotten his entire massive cock inside me. I opened my eyes to see him watching me from above, as is to see if I was all right. I answered the question on his face with a small but growing smile on my, and he smiled too before he kissed me. Before his lips must mind, Ronan pulled out slowly, and pushed himself back into me, leaving me no choice but to moan around his mouth.

  “You feel amazing,” he said.

  “So do you,” was all I could say in reply.

  We fucked like that till I lost track of time, Ronan either kissing me in between thrusts, or reaching down to play with my breasts while he pushed in and out of me, even getting his lips around my nipples more. He reached around the back of my head and pulled my hair, making me squeal with delight as he slid his cock inside and out of me.

  I felt myself building toward an even bigger orgasm before. “I can’t hold it in any longer,” I said looking up at him.

  “Then don’t. Let it all out.”

  It felt like he was giving me permission to cum again, and I wasn’t about to pass up that chance, even if I was able to do. Almost immediately afterwards I came hard, pressing my head into his neck, as the spasms of pleasure wracked my body and threatened to tear me apart.

  At the same time, Ronan groaned above me, and I co
uld tell that he was about to come to. As I rode my own wave of pleasure, I tried to pull him along as fast as I could, and was rewarded with a bellow as he came hard pressing into me even further than before, and we both cried out as the darkness enveloped us.

  Later, when I’d come to my senses again, I lay in bed, Ronan’s arm under my neck, and I tried to think through all that we’d just done. Thinking wasn’t exactly easy at the moment, with tendrils of pleasure still shooting through my body like aftershocks and earthquakes.

  If one could describe an orgasm on the scale of plate tectonics and continental drift, that was about where I’d been. An orgasm that measured non-zero on the Richter scale.

  And with my stepbrother. The taboo of it all!

  I snuggled closer to him, my back facing his front as we spooned. I couldn’t tell if he was still awake, but it didn’t really matter. The time for talking had come and gone, and then we’d become one. Now was still not the time for talking.

  I’d never felt this way before, not in someone’s arms. I loved sex, meaningful sex with someone I cared about, but even after that I wanted to be alone, on my side of the bed at the very least, alone to process what had happened and indulge in the feelings it caused throughout my body and mind a little more.

  But not with Ronan. With him I didn’t want to break the contact between our skin, couldn’t bear the thought of moving to the other side of the bed, for fear that he wouldn’t reach out and pull me back into him.

  I wanted to know he’d pull me back into him, but at the same time I was so afraid that he wouldn’t that I didn’t move.

  Oh well, this was plenty nice too. My entire body radiated with energy and light, on the level that if that were really true no one would be able to sleep, and planes high in the sky could use me as a homing beacon. It really was quite magical and I had trouble putting it into words.

  Everything in my body ached for us to do what we’d just done all over again. Maybe not right this moment, but at least for us to form a plan, a schedule, whereby we could have sex like that at least once a day till neither of us could remember a day without it.