"Sure, love," I tell her. "Let's go."
I get on my bike and motion for her to do the same.
At first, she's a little unsure, but I give her my hand and she takes it, getting on.
Fuck, she's going to need a helmet. I take my helmet off and hand it to her.
"What about you?" she asks, her voice small.
I'll chance going without a helmet for her.
"I don't need a fucking helmet," I tell her. "I'm the fucking Prince."
She's quiet.
"Now, grab onto me," I instruct her.
She reaches around and grabs my body. Her tiny hands hold onto my abs, as if she's holding on for dear life.
Fuck me, her body is pressed up against me.
I'm in fucking heaven. That's not just the fucking adrenaline talking, mate. I feel like I'm fucking on top of the world, going down the road towards the house on my motorcycle as Alicia is holding on behind me, pressing her hot little body up against me. I am so fucking hard right now, it's impossible.
I need to get a hold of myself. I can't fucking keep thinking like this.
She's my fucking sister.
Yeah, I know. I know. You're going to tell me she's my stepsister. But I grew up with her, mate. It's the same thing. If she ever knew how I think about her, she'd be disgusted and probably never talk to me again. That would be the end of it.
She can't feel the same way about me like I feel about her. That's not who I am. Fuck, remember who you're talking to. I'm the fucking asshole, remember? I don't fall for girls. I don't get like this. I have fun with them. I treat them like princesses. And then we move on. We go our fucking separate ways.
That's right. Don't you ever forget that either.
The bike approaches the house and I punch in the keypad on the gate, and drive through.
Alicia's stopped trembling by the time I get to the house and I wait for her to get off the bike and walk into the house before I relax.
I stare at her ass as she walks in.
What? I just knocked out three different guys. I can't stare at her ass just a little bit?
She looks at me and smiles timidly before she walks in.
Christ, now she probably thinks in addition to everything else I've done, I'm just a psycho too.
Fuck my life.
29
Alicia
I get inside and I’m sitting on the edge of the sofa, my heart is still galloping inside my chest.
What the hell just happened?
How did my run to get away from being embarrassed in front of Ian turn into him beating down my ex-boyfriend?
Ben. My lips curl. I think of all the years I wasted with him. He’s just a selfish prick.
It feels good to get it out.
“He’s a selfish prick!” I say to myself.
“Whoa, love,” Ian says coming inside, hearing me. “What did I do now?”
I look at him. I can’t help but relive that moment – my heart tightens every time I recall those images. I can see the look on his face. He doesn’t seem like some playboy prince when I think back to him rescuing me.
No. He looks like a hero. Someone you wouldn’t want to mess with.
Sure, it’s scary. But he did it to protect me.
He was fighting for me.
It may be scary, but it’s endearing.
But he’s still staring at me.
“You’re not the selfish prick,” I say to him and he sighs in relief.
Wow, he’s worked up too about this. But I remember how calm he was when he was taking out Ben and his…thugs.
I don’t exactly enjoy seeing him like that. But his protectiveness. It feels good, you know?
And the ride home. Oh my God.
My arms were finally around him as Ian was riding home. I felt at that moment…I felt that he’d always be there for me.
I can tell that he cares.
I mean, he fought to save me, right? And he looked as handsome as ever as he was doing it. Every time I imagine the hard look on his face as he was taking out the guys, I keep imagining him naked.
Okay, I’ll admit it. I know it’s ew. I know it’s gross. I know he’s my stepbrother.
But I still can’t get out of my head wondering what his lips will taste like.
Ian’s gone upstairs as I sit here thinking.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m going upstairs too.
Why am I walking past my room?
What the hell am I doing?
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I just need to see him one more time. That’s it. To make sure he’s okay.
I stop in front of his door. It’s closed. I decide to knock. I rap my knuckles against the door.
There’s no answer. I grab the doorknob and turn it and the door swings open.
Ian looks at me. He’s sitting on the bed, and he doesn’t say anything about why I barged in. He just looks at me.
I’m standing there like an idiot. I don’t know what to say.
“Are you alright, love?” he asks me. God I love it when he calls me ‘love’, but I can’t let him know that.
I try to play it cool, but it’s hard. My heart’s beating loudly.
“Yeah, I…I, uhmm, I just wanted to see you,” I half-whisper.
Oh crap! Don’t look at me like that! I was supposed to say, I just want to see if you’re alright!!
I brace for his scathing remark, but Ian’s quiet. He’s just staring into my eyes and it’s impossible to focus on anything.
“Alicia,” he says to me. “Go to your room. Please.”
Oh my God. My heart is about to stop.
“Why?” I ask.
“Just...go,” he says to me. “Otherwise, I’m not responsible for what I’ll do if I lose control.”
Oh my God. What is he going to do? My heart is racing a hundred miles a minute. He’s my stepbrother!
But I don’t care at that point. I want to push this farther.
“What if I don’t want you to control yourself?” I ask him and the words are out of my mouth before I can take them back.
He’s struggling with something.
“Alicia, since you got here two days ago, I can’t get you out of my head, love. You want me to throw you on that bed and fuck you senseless then you’ll stay. Otherwise, go.”
Oh man oh man oh man. Maybe I should have slapped him for what he just said. Maybe I should turn around and just go back to my room.
But I’m looking into his eyes and he’s serious. I can tell he’s not messing around with me.
“Do it,” I whisper to him, finding the courage to say it from somewhere I didn’t know is in me.
But he still doesn’t do anything.
“Are you sure, love?” he asks me.
He’s giving me so many chances to turn around, but if he doesn’t take me on that bed, I swear, I might have to push him on it.
I wait. How long is he going to keep me here? God, that’s it. I’m going to jump him instead. I don’t care if he’s my stepbrother.
All of a sudden, he’s on me. He’s grabbing my wrists and pinning me against the wall. His face is just a few inches away from mine and I can feel how his body is shaking to control his desire.
It’s so freaking hot.
But I’m struggling probably as hard as him.
I feel his breath on me, and his lips order me to kiss him.
It’s like there’s a fire deep inside me, much bigger than the one I felt yesterday. I have no idea how to control it.
I don’t think I want to. I want him to take control of me. I want to surrender to Ian.
I’m pretty sure there’s no escape from him. And that’s just the way I like it.
God, he’s my stepbrother! I know what you’re thinking. But it’s just a name. No blood, no sin. I couldn’t care any less about that right now. All I want is his body close to me, pressing against mine…
Ian leans into me, and his eyes are locked on mine. He grabs both my arms over my h
ead. His lips are centimeters away but he doesn’t kiss me. He stays there, looking at me, as if he knows also there’s no going back after we kiss.
“Ian,” I whisper softly. I am so aching for his touch.
That’s when our lips brush. It’s like the sweetest hold of lust and pleasure flooding my brain.
I close my eyes, kissing him back, the tip of my tongue brushes against his wet lips. He opens his mouth and slides his tongue against mine, one of his hands lets go of my wrist and rests on my hip, pressing me against the wall.
I feel his long fingers on my waist and that warmness that I know so well from yesterday begins to spread through me. It’s focused on my thighs this time and several times stronger than yesterday.
I am so wet.
Very, very wet.
I want his hands to be off my thigh and in between my legs, pressing against me.
I swear to God I’ve never felt like this with Ben. Or with anyone else. It’s a desire that’s so strong, so fierce that I can understand now how some women can make rash decisions.
Although I can’t understand anything right now except I want him inside of me. Soon?!
Ian runs one hand through my hair, grabbing it at the root and throwing my head back against the wall, baring my neck to his mouth. He brings his lips against my skin, making it prickle, a fierce shiver going up my spine.
Oh my God. I am so in Heaven right now.
I let out a slight moan as he kisses my neck and jawline, both his hands now lying firmly on my hips. I feel his fingers travelling over my waistline, and soon they’re pulling down my yoga pants. As he pulls it down, I can feel my mind about to explode - I fight against the impulse to throw him on the bed, undress in a hurry and jump on top of him. But I’m not about to ruin the moment, so I let him push it all the way down as slowly as he wants to. And slowly he goes, his fingers descending at the same patient rhythm that he kissed my neck with.
My hands are on his back and under the rough fabric of his shirt, my fingertips running all over his muscled back, feeling the shape and contour of his muscles as he moves. Could he be any more perfect? I doubt it. This man is perfection itself, everything in his body a careful sculpture of what a man should be. But I’m wet and insane with desire because of his body… No, he’s more than a perfect face and body – there’s something about my stepbrother that draws me to him, much in the same way a moth is drawn to a flame. He’s wild and out of control, but behind his smirk and careless ways I can see something more, something that he holds back at all costs. I’m not sure what it is, but a craving inside of me demands that I should know it. He’s the complete package - an irresistible soul hiding in a perfect body.
Yeah, okay, I’m a bit nervous. I’ve only ever been with Ben sexually. And he wasn’t that great. But as bad as he was, he said I wasn’t good at sex either. How many girls has Ian been with? Is he going to laugh at me afterwards?
As nervous as I am, I’m pretty certain though that I want this. The moment that he pinned me against the wall, anything that was holding me back just vanished.
The back of my head hits the wall as he presses the palm of his hand over my thong, his fingers right over my pussy making me burn with desire. His touch is firm and yet gentle at the same time – basically like Ian - a mixture of contradicting features which as a whole made it simply irresistible. In that moment, I want nothing more than to lay in bed and allow him to take me in whatever way he wants.
“I want you so bad,” he whispers against my ear. I want to tell him that I want him more, that I need him, that I want him to make me his, but all I can manage to do is bury my fingernails in his skin and thrust my hips forward, my pussy presses hard against his fingers.
I take my hands to his shirt and pull on it viciously, making the buttons pop out one by one rapidly, immediately pressing the open palm of my hands against his toned chest and ripped abs. I feel the slow rise of his muscles under my fingers, savouring them.
Ian lets go of my hips, and grabs my sports bra, and, as I raise my arms, pulls it over my head. His hands darts to my breasts, cupping them eagerly. He squeezed them gently, my hard nipples and they harden and stiffen immediately. He leans into me, laying his lips over it, sucking softly. I can feel my nipple hardening even more inside his mouth as he laps with his tongue against it, tracing slow and seductive circles.
I shiver, the cool air in the room caressing my breasts. In an instant his mouth goes from my right nipple to my left one, his lips wrapping themselves around it with care and, at the same time, with a kind of passionate fury. I grab his hair, holding his head in place as he kisses my nipples one at a time, his long gentle fingers squeeze at my breasts.
I bite my lower lip harshly, allowing a pleasure so new and intense to run through me like the first flames of a bonfire. Oh my God, if I’m feeling like this now, then what’s it going to be like when he’s inside me. I’ve never ever felt like this before in my life with anyone.
From everything that I’ve seen, Ian’s cock is pretty big. I wonder if it’s going to fit. But I’m not scared. I’m excited. I’m curious. Not afraid.
It’s like he’s in my head because he pulls back and looks at me. I mean, really looks at me.
And he smiles.
Not his usual grin or smirk - a smile. An honest to goodness smile. In it I see care and gentleness, something all the tabloids around the world will never care to see in him. He says nothing, but in that smile there are all the words I need to hear.
He grabs me by the hand and takes me to the bed; I sit there, looking up at him expectantly. He leans in, climbing on top of me, and lays his lips against mine. We kiss gently, our tongues dancing around each other as his body presses down on mine.
Ian starts kissing down my neck, his lips travelling down and over my breasts, resting for a second on each of my nipples. Then he keeps going, carefully kissing every inch of my body as he travels down my belly to the hem of my thong. He grabs at the fabric with his teeth, slowly pulling it down my legs and revealing my pussy. I press my legs together by instinct as he does it; it’s embarrassing to reveal my naked body to him. But I relax then as he kisses his way back up my legs and thighs, all the way over to my lips.
Oh wow, I’m so glad I shaved my pussy before I came home. I did it for Ben, thinking we were going to have sex the day I caught him. It was supposed to be a surprise. But he never got a chance to see it. I’m glad it’s Ian that gets to enjoy it now.
Looking into his eyes, I let my fingers fall down his chest and I start unbuttoning his jeans. I can already feel a hard and firm shape brushing against my knuckles, and that makes me swallow hard.
I’ve had sex before, you know. It’s just that…this is so hot. This is what I always imagined good sex to be like. And we haven’t even started yet.
It’s happening, it’s really happening. I’m really going to fuck my stepbrother! When the last button comes undone, his cock strains against his boxer briefs and touches my fingers. Okay. I’m a little scared now. Actually I think my heart is going to burst - he is so huge!
I mean, Ben is nothing compared to Ian. Two of Ben’s cocks could make one Ian in length! There is no other term I can categorize him with: Ian is frighteningly huge.
I don’t think it’s going to fit. There’s just no way I see this happening.
I’m going to say something when I feel his lips on me again.
His skin’s warmness spreads through my body.
What am I thinking? This is a stupid worry. Everything is going to be perfect.
I curl my fingers around the massive shape and start stroking it up and down, unsure if what I’m doing is pleasant enough. It probably is, judging by the almost savage way he starts to kiss me. I keep doing it harder and harder as I feel his breathing grow deeper.
“Fuck, love, where did you learn to do that so well?” he asks.
Hooray! I’m good at pre-sex! I grab his boxers and pull them down, his massive cock springs free in an almost men
acing way. I dart for it with both hands, feeling it pulse against my fingers. God, I want nothing more than to feel that sweet thickness buried deep inside of me. Just holding it in my hands is almost too much…
Can I really survive having him inside of me?
But no, I need him. I need him more than I needed anything last night. More than I need to breathe.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks me.
I nod.
“Are you clean?” I manage to gasp out. Desire is coursing through me.
“Yes, love,” he says with a wry grin. “I’m clean. Are you?”
“Of course!” Despite wanting him so bad I can’t help myself. Who does he think I am?
But I forget all that when I look at his cock again.
Oh, my.
Leaning into me with his whole body, I feel the tip of his cock brush against my pussy. Soft and careful, he holds his position there until I can’t take it anymore - I thrust my hips towards him, my pussy lips parting and engulfing his tip. I bit my lower lip as I feel him enter me.
Now there is nothing but ecstasy for me. As I feel him slide in and out, his thickness straining and pushing against my inner walls, I’m taken to a place so perfect and dreamlike that I’m not even sure if whatever is happening is real. It’s way too perfect to be real.
I notice him looking at me, eager to know if I’m alright. I respond in the best way I can, with a deep moan that climbs up my throat and cascades down my lips with the ferocity of a wild animal. How could it be any other way? His cock inside of me feels like completion, vindicating all that time I spent being with Ben and not having sex.
He goes in and out softly, my legs wrapped around his back and pulling him inside me. My eyes are closed, my mind only capable of processing the gentle thrusts of his cock as if there is nothing else in the world but it. And, as far as I’m concerned, there isn’t.
His body rocks against mine, the most delicious ebb and flow of bodies taking over until I can’t resist it anymore. The muscles in my legs make me tighten them around his back like a vice, and, with both hands grabbing at his hair, I sway my hips from side to side uncontrollably as mind-numbing electricity takes my body by assault. I shake and I moan, something primal taking control of me. Wow, this is all so new and so wonderful. How was it possible that I have had sex before without knowing there was something so wonderfully delicious in the universe?
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