The Boxer: A Stepbrother Romance

by Dark, Roma

  “I want this.” She breathed.

  “Me too.” Chance said as Emery began jerking him off as they made out. Her soft hands wrapped around him made Chance tremble. Her touch was like nothing he'd ever felt before, a mixture of delicate features and strength.

  He pulled her shirt off, exposing her petite frame so he could touch her naked breasts, squeezing and sucking on them as he rubbed her increasingly hard nipples. “Ugh… I can’t believe this. You’re amazingly sexy.”

  Chance grabbed Emery’s ass, feeling her boy shorts barely covering her butt cheeks, his favorite kind of panties. He didn't know why more women didn't wear them.

  As they made out, Chance laid Emery down on her bed and pressed his cock hard into her fabric covered pussy as he got between her legs. She moaned and took off her panties, holding her legs straight up in the air so that she could wrap them around his neck. Chance took his pants and boxers off with one brisk movement and started rubbing her pussy lips with the tip of his dick. She moaned and grabbed her breasts, squeezing her nipples as Chance stuck his dick inside her. Simple easy motions rocked Emery as Chance took his sweet time inside her.

  They made eye contact as he laid down on her, pushing a quarter of his cock inside her and feeling her warmth. She's so tight, it's like her pussy is hugging my cock, he thought.

  He slowly pumped his hips, not wanting to go too deep right off but started speeding up with momentum. As he pumped his hips in and out he began to swivel them and Emery moaned loudly, gripping the sheets as her legs rose in the air. That's the look I wanted to see on her face, he thought, as he continued the swirl motion as he fucked her.

  Chance gradually put more and more of his cock inside her as he pistoned inside her. He liked watching her tits bounce as he thrust his cock inside of her; visuals were half of the sex for him. He pulled out and rolled Emery over, wanting to fuck her doggy style. She arched her back and put herself right out there, ready for Chance to continue his onslaught.

  “Oh my God Chance… keep going.” Emery said, her voice breaking with pleasure as he put his dick inside her and began to fuck her deeper and harder than before.

  Chance thrust his cock deep inside her as fast and hard as he could, grabbing her ass cheeks as he did to give him more leverage and get a nice feel of it. He couldn't help but smack her ass cheek with his open palm, causing her to gasp. Seeing the pink rise in her skin caused a sensation in Chance he loved feeling. He felt himself about to burst so he pulled back and Emery spun around. She threw him on the bed and straddled him, putting his cock inside her before fucking him. Chance laid back, watching as Emery’s naked breasts bounced. He ran his hands down her inner thighs before going around her hips to her ass cheeks to get a grip on Emery so he could fuck up. He started thrusting from under her and she started moaning as she froze in place, enjoying what he was doing. Chance squeezed her ass as he thrust his cock deep inside her from the bottom, feeling himself getting closer and closer to cumming.

  “I’m about to cum.” Chance said, getting Emery to hop off his dick quickly. In seconds, she had already positioned herself to take all of his cock deep within her lips.

  Chance busted his load in Emery’s mouth as soon as he felt her tongue rub around his shaft. He moaned as his toes curled in ecstasy. Emery swallowed his load and laid down next to him before Chance covered them both up with the blanket. Emery laid there and caught her breath, satisfied on the turn of events. Even though Chance wasn’t the buffest of guys he was still pretty sexy to her; his body was pretty tone, but it was his personality that made her want him.

  She laid there for a while, going over what she had originally wanted this trip to be and how it had ended up. While she wasn't the type to sleep with random strangers, she was thrilled she had finally cut loose of some of the hometown baggage and enjoyed herself.

  Chance looked over, noticing that Emery had fallen asleep and quietly hopped out of bed. He wasn’t planning on leaving, the thought didn’t even cross his mind; he was just going to take a shower. He got butterflies in his chest when he thought about her and couldn’t really grasp what it was. He smiled as he got into the shower, thinking about how he felt… different about her. He couldn’t even explain it to himself.

  In the morning Emery woke up to the sight of Chance’s toned body. She was lying against him and to her knowledge he had just gone to sleep the night before but smelled like shampoo. She didn’t mind; he wasn’t gone. She closed her eyes, trying to lie to herself and say she was still asleep so she could stay cuddling with Chance in bed. Her heart skipped a beat as she stole a glance over at Chance’s unconscious body and she couldn’t help but smile. She sighed, knowing that she had to get back home and got up to get dressed. She didn’t plan on just leaving him there though and ordered room service before he woke up. She wasn’t sure what he liked so she got what she liked and some other stuff just trying to guess. It was hard to guess his dietary habits from a grilled cheeseburger. Chance was still asleep when the room service showed up and quickly, quietly and discreetly brought their food trolley in.

  “Wow…” Chance said as he woke up before getting a good stretch in and a deep yawn. “Thanks for ordering room service, but you didn’t have to.”

  “I was hungry and I figured you might be when you woke up.” Emery replied as she made a plate from the food on the tray; eggs, bacon, buttered toast and a glass of orange juice. “Delicious!”

  “It looks it.” Chance said as he got out of bed, still in his briefs but reaching to put his pants and shirt on. “Is that Pigs in a Blanket?”

  “Yeah, sausage links wrapped in breading. I forgot about those.” Emery said before she picked a few off of the plate. “My mother used to make these all the time. My dad made some great pancakes though, but it’s one of those things where it’s so good that you don’t really like any other. In a way, my dad ruined pancakes.”

  “Ha!” Chance laughed with a grin on his face. “My dad couldn’t cook for shit. He just drank and yelled orders from his chair like a dickhead.”

  “Oh, daddy issues, eh?” Emery said in a teasing tone, somewhat testing the waters of how far she could joke with him as she started eating her breakfast, waiting for his reply.

  “Nah, I let it fuel me instead of destroy me.” Chance replied, looking over at Emery with a smile before he looked back down as he fixed his plate for breakfast.

  “Where was your mom?” She asked between bites.

  “Ah, she left that asshole, but he was able to get his lazy ass up to fight for custody.” Chance said. “It’s no big deal though. I grew up and got out of there.”

  “Yeah, that’s horrible.” Emery said before she chugged almost half of her cup of orange juice; the Pig in a Blankets were pretty dry and gave her cottonmouth. “Mmm, these are delicious… I couldn’t eat another bite.”

  “I’m actually not as hungry as I usually am in the mornings, but I am a little hungry though. Thanks for the eggs and the Pigs in a Blanket.” Chance said before he bit into one. His eyes got this look in them that told Emery he had realized how dry they were. “They’re pretty good, but dry.”

  “Yeah.” Emery said, feeling bad that she hadn’t told him but also chuckled a little about it, feeling this strange mix of emotions. The realization that she needed to get home popped in her head. “I’ve got to get heading out of here though; I’ve got a flight to catch at noon.”

  “Oh that’s fine. I got a flight to catch too, but my flight's at one.” Chance said, standing up away from the table and brushed his mouth off as Emery stood up.

  Chance’s heart started racing a little as he thought about kissing Emery but feared that may be more telling of his feelings for her instead of a typical hookup. Right before he turned away to leave he noticed Emery leaning in a little. They both smiled, wordlessly revealing what they wanted to do. Chance leaned in and kissed Emery, letting his hands wrap around her. He held her tight against him, knowing it was going to be the last time they saw one anothe
r. For a moment, he debated giving her his number and then thought of the turmoil that would cause at home. Home, he thought, how will this affect the things at home?

  Emery smiled a nervous smile, not really expecting it but liked it. What she didn’t like was having to let go and go home. She wanted to start something with this guy, she felt something about him that she hadn't felt in a long while.

  “So uh… here’s my number.” Chance said with a nearly shaking voice. He don't know what made him do it, or how it would derail every plan he already had in place, but he quickly wrote it down on a scrap of paper next to the hotel phone. He walked up to her and put it in her breast pocket, sharing one last lingering glance.

  “Get ahold of me some time.”

  “Alright.” Emery said, feeling like she should give him her number but figured she would when she got hold of him, hoping their schedules would blend again sometime.

  Emery headed out, going separate ways away from Chance in the hallway outside her hotel room. She walked down to the lobby wishing she had just one extra day. Overall, she was pretty glad that she had gotten away from Atlanta and the restaurant for a while, even if she could only spare one day of retreat. It was getting to be taxing there with the daily grind, but she was refreshed and had a renewed sense of vigor. Not to mention she felt sexier than she had felt in ages.

  She really didn’t look forward to the plane ride home and hoped that she didn’t get stuck next to a whining baby and a shitty mother again. She gritted her teeth, reminded of how irritated she was on that flight. Of course, had she spoken up about it she would have been the bad guy somehow. She checked out of the hotel and headed out, waving down the first cabbie she saw waiting out in the hotel parking lot.

  “Where to, miss?” The cabbie asked as Emery climbed in. She paused for a moment at the weirdness of the cabbie's nasally high pitched voice, it just sounded out of place.

  “The airport please.” Emery replied, looking back into the hotel with hopes of one last glance at Chance but all she saw was a bunch of people walking back and forth as the cabbie drove off. “Ugh… I hope there’s no damn baby near me on this flight.”

  “Oh I haaaaate that.” The cabbie said with his strange high-pitched, nasally voice.

  “Where are you from? You don’t sound like you’re from around here.” Emery replied as they headed for the airport. “I’m gonna guess… New Jersey?”

  “Ahh no, no! Jeeze no. Oh!” The cabbie said as he drove, rolling down his window as he did before he lit up a cigarette. “Aye yai yai. I’m from Florida; I’ve been hearin’ that my whole life. That or Chicaaago.”

  “Chicago? Well, I guess. Maybe Boston, even.” Emery replied as she looked out the window, thinking back to the great time she had had the night before. When her eyes closed she could feel his fingertips on her again, sending a thrill down her spine.

  “I’ve actually heard people say I sound like I’m from New York too. Why is it always the big cities? Ha, probably because they’re the most popular I guess.” The cabbie said, answering his own question after he asked it as they pulled up to the airport. “There ya are miss.”

  “Thanks.” Emery said as she paid the cabbie before heading off.

  Chapter Three

  Emery was glad to have had a decent flight not filled with screams on the way back to Atlanta as her flight touched down at the airport. She walked through the crowded terminal, thinking about Chance and how she couldn’t believe she had had a one-night stand. She just wasn't the type, having never broken out of her need for relationships. She wanted to blame it on the Captain and Coke, but she knew there was something more to it. She tried to shrug it off and focus on her work as she got out to the parking lot, waving down the first cabbie she saw. I need to start renting cars, she thought, I'm spending way more on cabdrivers everywhere I go.

  “Where too miss?” The cabbie asked, before realizing it was an old friend of his. Oh, hey Emery. How was Vegas?”

  “Pretty fun, Shane.” Emery replied, “I’m heading straight home. I got jet lag.”

  “Good, good. Glad to hear it was fun and you didn’t blow all your money.” Shane said as he drove the taxi off. “When I went to Vegas I just lose all my cash on Blackjack. I suck at that game but I can’t help but play it when I hit the casinos.”

  “That’s called a gambling addiction Shane. I’d keep an eye on that if I were you.” Emery replied, looking up at Shane through the rear view mirror and shaking her finger at him. “Seriously, I don’t want to see you lose everything because of a damn game.”

  “I won’t, I won’t. Thanks Emery. Lia already yells at me enough about it. She won’t let me near the tables haha!” Shane replied, for a moment Emery had completely forgotten that her long-time single friend Shane had gotten a girlfriend. “Yeah, she totally pulled me out of that mess I gotta say. So when are you gonna find yourself someone?

  “I’m too busy with work to think about that.” Emery said, not feeling close enough emotionally to tell Shane about Chance.

  “Here we are.” Shane said as the pulled up to the apartments Emery lived in. Emery tossed some money to Shane as she climbed out of the car.

  “Thanks Shane. That other ten is a tip. Don't spend it on Blackjack, haha.” Emery said, pulling her luggage out of the back of the cab before she waved at her friend and shut the door.

  She turned around and sighed, being glad to be home even though she had only been gone a day. It was always that strange glad to be back home feeling she got even though she was coming back from a pleasant trip. The neighbor's little puppy barked its high-pitched puppy wails at her as she walked, wagging its little tail and stealing her heart.

  Aww, he’s so cute, She said to herself, wanting to pet the puppy but she was heading up the stairs, hauling her luggage behind her.

  Emery walked into her small apartment and tossed her bags on her brown leather couch. Her answering machine sat there on the table, mocking her with its blinking. She wondered how many calls she had missed while she was gone. She pulled out a bottle of water she had gotten at the airport from her bag before walking over to the answering machine. She uncapped the bottle and clicked the play button on the answering machine before taking a drink of her water.

  “Hey Emery, it’s Donna and now is your time. You got the promotion to chef, Emery.” Her superior at the restaurant said over the answering machine. “You’ve got the floor starting this Monday. You’ve got this Emery, I’ve tasted your meals and I’ve never tasted anything bad. You’re a chef not a cook.”

  Emery’s anxiety skyrocketed from hearing the news. It was great news but despite that it filled her with panic. She allowed a small trickle of joy to mix with the panic. She knew it was her big break; it was what she had been working towards for years now. She started to feel excited about taking over the restaurant and started thinking about what foods she would cook for her first day there. In addition to her own cooking, she would be managing other cooks as well and worried about how people would take her being boss. She wasn’t used to telling people what to do and how to do it but she knew what she was talking about. Emery planned on keeping a firm, yet kind tone of voice with her employees and a rush of butterflies popped in her belly as running the restaurant sank in a bit more.

  “Ugh…” Emery sighed, remembering that she was supposed to meet her dad’s new wife. It irritated her, but at the same time she knew that her mother wouldn’t have wanted him to be lonely the rest of his life. “I miss you mom…”

  Her mother, Beatrice, had passed away years ago but the pain hadn’t faded a bit. She still missed her greatly and wished she could just spend another hour with her. A tear streamed down her cheek, thinking back to the last time she spoke to her mom. The tear was a happy tear as she had told her mother she loved her and had had a great day with her. She wiped her tear away, also knowing that her mom wouldn’t want her to be sad, but to be happy that she had known her.

  She sniffed and focused on what she would c
ook on her first day as chef but she was unable to keep from thinking about how it had been just her and her father for years since her mother’s death. Now her father was going to be with someone else. She was happy about it, but she honestly felt left out or left behind by this new life. It wasn’t really just like her dad had gotten together with some woman, it was really the fact that the woman had a son and it made Emery feel like her dad had a new family, one she wasn’t a part of. That’s what the meeting was about, integrating the families into one, but she wasn’t sure how she would feel about it. She wanted to like the woman, she really did, simply because she made her dad happy, but she was worried about her new mom’s personality; was she a bitch?

  Her dad lived in Chicago and they were pretty much expecting her to show up, but a plane ticket there was pretty pricey. She knew if she even hoped to make it there by the weekend she would have to work double shifts the entire week.

  A week later Emery had finally saved up enough money to get to Chicago. She had pulled double shifts all week just like she figured she would have to. It was exhausting but worth it to go see her dad. She hadn’t seen him in a while since she’d been focused on her work and he had been focused on his new wife. They had just recently gotten married though, despite having dated for a year. Emery packed her things, preparing for a Thanksgiving weekend with her family. She had run the store for a week as a chef and still it didn’t make her as anxious as meeting her dad’s new wife. She was seriously worried that she would have a horrible personality or would just be some gold digging airhead. She breathed in and sighed slowly, trying to get her anxiety to relax.