Stepbrother Romance Complete Series

by Ava Grace

  When his hands roamed over my naked body, every caress felt magnified. My skin was hypersensitive and so responsive to his touch. He moved his hands around to cup my breasts and I let out a breathy moan which turned into a groan as he gently rolled my nipples. Then one of his hands moved south and the anticipation built in my belly, increasing as his fingers slid lower, down over my trimmed mound then lower still.

  I brought myself off regularly with my own hand, but other than that, no one had ever touched me in such an exciting, scary way. Just as Seth’s fingers dipped between the folds of my pussy, he latched onto my neck, licking, nibbling and sucking. The effect was devastating—the sensations from both areas combining to turn up the heat that was simmering inside me to volcanic levels. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him inside me. I was ready for him. More than ready.

  Without warning, Seth pushed one of his fingers inside me and my gasp was too close to a shout for comfort. He put a hand over my mouth to silence me.

  “Shh. You don’t want to wake up mom and dad, do you?” But as he spoke, he continued to thrust his finger in and out of my pussy. “Damn, baby, you’re so tight. Gonna feel so good around my cock. You want that, Mia? You want me to push my dick inside you—to fuck you. Do you want to be fucked, baby?”

  His words set me alight. I wanted that. So damn much. “God, yes, Seth. I can’t wait to feel you in me. I want you to be the first—the only one to ever make love to me.”

  He froze, tilting his head back to stare down into my eyes. “I want that too,” he said with feeling. “I want to be the only one for you and there’s never going to be anyone else for me. If we do this, I’m in it for the long haul. I need you to know that.”

  So we were on the same page. I liked that. I leaned up and kissed him and this time there was no restraint from either one of us. As we kissed I managed to get Seth’s jeans open and pushed them halfway down his legs. I pulled his tee over his head as he toed off his shoes then kicked off his jeans. I didn’t have time to stand back and fully appreciate his body because as soon as he was as naked as me, he grabbed me again.

  This time when I was pulled against his body, it was skin on skin and it felt so good. He was hot against me and we fit into each other’s arms perfectly as if we were two pieces of the same puzzle. I wanted to touch him everywhere—to explore every inch of him and learn all his sensitive areas and the things that turned him on.

  But before I could get to any of that we came crashing down onto my sheets with Seth’s lower body seated between my legs. On instinct I opened my legs wider and lifted them, wrapping them around his hips. His cock nudged the entrance to my pussy and I shivered in anticipation, tilting my hips up in invitation.

  “Jesus, you want it, don’t you? You want me to fuck you.”

  I didn’t just want it, I was aching to feel him inside me. It was the ultimate act of intimacy and I wanted to experience that with Seth.

  “Please,” I begged, aware of the desperation in my voice, but not caring one little bit. “I need you.”

  Holding my gaze, Seth moved his hips, his cock rubbing up against my folds, pushing at me, but not pushing inside. The coolness of his piercing came as a shock at first. What was it going to feel like inside me? Seth screwed his eyes shut, his forehead coming to rest on mine.

  “Jesus, Mia. You’re so wet. I could push inside so easily right now.” His arms shook from the force of trying to keep himself propped up on the bed above me. “There are a hundred things I want to do with you. I want to taste your pussy. I want you to ride my face. I want your lips wrapped around my cock.

  “I want to go slow with you, to appreciate you fully. But I’m not sure I have the patience to do any of that right now.”

  “Then do it,” I said, giving him the permission I thought he needed to hear. “I want you to do it. Take me, Seth.”

  With a long, drawn-out groan, he pulled his hips back then thrust forward with force. His cock slid into me with purpose and he didn’t stop moving until it was all of the way inside. I gasped, unsure of what to make of the foreign sensation. I’d expected pain, but there wasn’t any—maybe a little discomfort, but that soon disappeared as he held himself still inside me, allowing me time to get used to being so full. I could feel his piercing deep inside and it felt good. Strange but good.

  “Perfect,” he breathed into my ear. “You feel so good. Are you okay?”

  I nodded, not trusting my voice enough to speak. I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt to be connected in this way—how handsome Seth looked above me as he held his hips still when it was clear he wanted to move.

  “I’m great,” I said finally, smiling up at him.

  Seth leaned down and placed the sweetest kiss on my lips. “I’m going to move now, okay? I’m gonna fuck you.”

  “I trust you,” I whispered.

  An intense look crossed Seth’s face and I wondered what he was thinking and feeling. Was this as special to him as it was to me? But before I could contemplate the answers to my questions, he pulled out of me then slid back inside, his lips parted, his expression intent.

  I cried out that time. I couldn’t help it. His eyes widened and he put his hand over my mouth as he entered me again and again. With each thrust his piercing dragged along the sensitive nerves inside me, touching me in a way that I’d never been touched before. I shivered, partly from excitement, but mostly from the fear of getting caught. I wasn’t worried about our parents finding out about us, but I didn’t want them to see us together like this—that wouldn’t have been right so I took a few deep breaths to calm down. Seth took away his hand from my mouth, a reprimand in his eyes.

  “I’ll be quiet now,” I promised.

  That must have been what he wanted to hear because the heat in his expression intensified and he took hold of my hips, his fingers biting into my skin, and he fucked me harder. I sucked in a breath, arching my back off the bed. I couldn’t believe how great it felt to have the weight of his body on top of me, heavy and moist from our lovemaking. A tormented groan slipped from his lips and it was my turn to issue a warning.

  “Quiet, Seth,” I gasped out. “They’ll hear us.”

  He groaned again, only this time it was quiet enough that it couldn’t have been overheard. He pressed deep inside me. I was so wet that his cock slid in and out with ease. My nipples tingled as his hair roughened chest rubbed against them. I couldn’t resist reaching up to run my hands over his muscular Pecs. Seth hissed as my fingers dragged over his nipples.

  They were sensitive.

  That was good to know. I did it again, delighted when I got the same reaction. Lifting my head up, I snaked my tongue out and dragged it over one of his nipples. Seth lowered his head then bit into the pillow to keep from shouting out. I took the hard little nub between my teeth and bit down gently. He went wild. His frenzied gaze met mine and he pushed into me with more force, grinding his hips into mine.

  “Yes,” I hissed. “Do it, Seth.”

  I wanted his passion—his intensity.

  My world spun on its axis as he fucked me harder and deeper than ever before. I loved that he gave me everything, holding nothing back. Our bodies seemed to be in perfect harmony with each another. In tune. It was so good I never wanted it to end. It didn’t take long until I was lifting my hips to meet his, thrust for thrust, begging silently for more. He gave it to me.

  “Take it, Mia,” he ground out. “Take it all.”

  I hadn’t thought the occasion could get any more perfect, but then Seth leaned down and kissed me and at the same time, he moved one of his hands off my hips and rubbed my clit. The first touch came as a shock and I nearly shouted out in surprise, but I remembered myself just in time and managed to let out little more than a breathy moan that was eaten up by Seth’s ravenous mouth. He rubbed harder on my clit, his hand moving as rapidly as his cock moved inside me. Each stroke brought me closer and closer to the inevitable. He was going to make me come and I chased it, wanting it so badly I
could practically taste it.

  “Come on my cock, baby,” he instructed. “Then I’ll fill you up with cum, okay? Paint this tight little pussy of yours with juice. Would you like that?”

  The idea of him coming inside me hadn’t crossed my mind, but now that he’d said it, I wanted it more than anything.

  “I want that,” I gasped out just as his fingers worked their magic on me. “Make me come, Seth.”

  He did.

  He worked my clit with his fingers and as kept slamming into me, his piercing hit a place inside of me that sent me crashing headfirst over the precipice. I held my breath, slamming my head back against the pillow and let the sensations wash over me in wave after wave of euphoria. It was exquisite.

  “God, yes, that’s it, baby,” Seth said then he grunted and stilled his hips deep inside me, his expression filled with bliss.

  I knew the instant that he started to come. I could feel the wet heat inside me, painting my insides just as he’d said he would. It was intense. And perfect. As my orgasm ebbed, Seth took his fingers away from my pussy and gripped my hips, holding me to him as he emptied himself inside me until finally, we were both spent.

  Seth collapsed on top of me, breathing as heavily as I was. Tiredness overwhelmed me suddenly and my heavy lidded eyes started to close. I’d just started to doze off when Seth whispered three little words into my ear—words that would be sure to change everything for us, even if nothing else did.

  “I love you.”

  For the first time in my life, I felt indescribably happy and complete and I drifted off to sleep, Seth’s softening cock still nestled inside me.

  Chapter Six

  I slid my cock out of Mia’s soaking wet cunt, careful not to wake her then sat on the edge of the bed and scrubbed a hand over my face. I felt wrung out—physically and emotionally drained. Despite my exhaustion, my mind was working overtime. Had I just done the right thing? Sex with Mia had surpassed every one of my fantasies and as I looked across at her pretty face, softened by sleep, all I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck her again. And again.

  Leading up to what we’d just done, I think some part of me had thought I’d be able to screw her once just to get it out of my system but that was a goddamn joke. One time with her could never be enough. I didn’t know if I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life or the best decision ever. Despite what I’d told her earlier, I didn’t want to think of Mia as a mistake. It felt wrong, but essentially nothing had changed between us. She was still my stepsister. And we still didn’t stand a hope in hell of forming some sort of long lasting relationship. Did we?

  I meant what I’d said to her. There would never be anyone else for me now, and, emotionally, I was in this for the long haul. I would always love her, but could that be enough? Did love really conquer all?

  As quietly as I could manage, I retrieved my clothes from the bedroom floor then slipped into our shared bathroom before throwing everything into the laundry basket. I turned on the shower, waited a moment for the water to heat then stepped inside. Holding my face under the spray, I put my hands on the tiled wall and stayed like that for a long time.

  I was still feeling the effects of the alcohol I’d drank earlier and I wondered if that had something to do with my lapse in judgment. I didn’t think so. What had happened between us felt as inevitable as the change of seasons. I suspected it had only been a matter of time before I caved and acted on the feelings I had for her. The alcohol had merely sped things up.

  The water was running cold by the time I got out of the shower. I toweled off quickly, unlocked the door to my bedroom then went inside and crashed out. When I finally fell asleep, it was to thoughts of Mia and what had happened between us. I’d done the very thing I said I wouldn’t, but however wrong it might have been, I wouldn’t take back a minute of our time together. Still, that didn’t mean we had to go there again or that it needed to be anything more than an incredible experience that I would remember fondly for the rest of my life.

  Despite trying to convince myself otherwise, what had happened between us had changed everything because try as I might, I couldn’t imagine living the rest of my life without ever being close to her in that way again. I wanted to fall asleep with her wrapped in my arms and wake up next her her each morning. I’d never seen the attraction of those things before, but I wanted them with Mia. I wanted them more than anything.

  The next morning brought no more insight or fresh perspective on the situation. I mumbled a polite ‘hello’ to Mia when we ate breakfast with our parents then avoided her for most of the day. Truth be known, I just didn’t know what to say to her. I hated the expression on her face as I headed out the front door that afternoon. She looked betrayed. I wanted to say something to make her feel better, but how could I help her when I couldn’t even help myself?

  I went over to Ethan’s house to hang out with him and a few of our other friends, hoping that some time and distance away from Mia would bring clarity. But when I got to his house and found everybody chilling around the pool in the back yard, I wanted to turn around and leave again.

  “Hey,” I greeted with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.

  “Hey, Bro,” Ethan returned. “What’s up?”

  Stephen grunted a hello and Jack raised his hand in a half-hearted attempt at a wave that I hoped had more to do with their evident hangovers than it did their indifference to me. My hackles rose when Dean Thorne grinned up at me from one of the loungers. I’d always hated that asshole, but I disliked him even more after what he’d done at the party.

  Part of me felt like I should thank him for daring me to kiss Mia, even though I knew he did it to get back at her because she wouldn’t go out with him. It was plain to see that he had it bad for her, but Mia was too smart to waste her time on a loser like him and he knew it.

  I pulled out one of the chairs then took a seat at the table under the shade of the large sun umbrella.

  “I take it you all carried on drinking after I left last night,” I said wryly as Ethan winced up at the sun from behind his sunglasses.

  “Don’t remind me,” Stephen said. “That bottle of Tequila was toast by the end of the night plus we polished off a bottle of Jack.”

  I winced in sympathy. “No wonder you all look like death warmed up.”

  Laughter from the pool caught my attention and when I turned my head in that direction, Sasha was waving enthusiastically at me. Crap. I’d forgotten that she hung around with Ethan’s sister, Jessica. I hadn’t seen Sasha since the night of the party, but I got the impression from a couple of things she said to me that she wanted more than just a casual hook up. That wasn’t going to happen and wouldn’t have even if I hadn’t slept with Mia.

  How did I get myself into these situations? Oh yeah, hooking up with Cassie had been a last ditch attempt to get Mia out of my head. I should have known that wouldn’t work because every other girl paled in comparison to my stepsister and they always would. I felt bad for using Sasha when I knew she wanted more from me than I could give. At least I hadn’t slept with her—that had to count for something. I returned Sasha’s smile, but there was no real warmth behind it.

  “Sasha hasn’t stopped talking about you since she heard you were coming over,” Ethan said.

  “Yeah, Seth,” Dean said. “You gonna hit that?”

  I ground my teeth together and balled my hands into fists. “None of your damn business,” I fumed.

  He chuckled, seemingly unbothered or unsurprised by my acidic retort.

  “Oh, that’s right!” he exclaimed as if the thought had just come to him. “You’ve already got a fuck buddy on tap at home, right?”

  I shot out of my chair so fast that it tipped over backward. I closed the distance between us in two long strides, grabbed hold of his tee-shirt and jerked him forward. His eyes widened and he swallowed a couple of times, but he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

  “Speak about her like that again and you�
�ll get my fist in your face.”

  I let go of him then stepped back, breathing heavily. I scrubbed a hand over my head, trying to calm down. To my surprise, Dean got off his lounger and stood up tall, facing me with a venomous glare.

  “What’s your problem?” he spat. “It’s not like everyone here doesn’t know you’re fucking your sister. Tell us, Seth, does she put out for everyone or does she only like to get fucked by family?”

  I saw red.

  Without thinking, I pulled my fist back then slammed it into the dead center of Dean’s face. The punch hurt, but not as much as it hurt him I’d imagine, judging by the satisfying sound of snapping bone. Blood splattered over my face.

  “You broke my nose!” he roared, covering it with his hand.

  It only took a moment for Dean to gain his composure then he charged at me, but he didn’t reach his target. Ethan and Stephen had got off their loungers and Ethan grabbed Dean and held him back while Stephen stepped in front of me.

  “That’s enough,” Ethan said. “You deserved the broken nose for what you said about his sister. What the hell is wrong with you dude? Not cool.”

  “Whatever,” I said, shouldering past Stephen. “I’m out of here.”

  “Seth!” Ethan called after me.

  “I’ll speak to you tomorrow,” I said over my shoulder. “When he’s not around.” I just couldn’t deal with anyone right then.

  My entire body shook as I strode across the yard. I ignored the shocked stares of Sasha and Jessica then made my way back through the house. I’m not sure how I managed to keep moving forward when all I wanted to do was charge back out there and punch that fucker in the face again. Repeatedly. He could do with a couple of black eyes to go with that broken nose. And a busted up jaw.