My Stepbrother, His Highness: A Royal Stepbrother Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Victoria Cabot

  With my back still turned to him I gave a step into his direction and lowered my ass into his crotch. It fit neatly against his cock, and I rubbed myself against it, the length and thickness of it almost making me moan. Our hips swayed against each other, a frenzied lust driving both our bodies.

  I was so wet I was almost expecting it to drip down my legs. I couldn't take it anymore. But I had to keep trying. “I want you, Tristan,” I let my body speak freely, hoping I was being convincing.

  I reached back and slid my hand down his waist, feeling his warm thick cock pulsating hard against my fingers. But the farther and farther I kept going, the more and more I started forgetting about seducing and the more I just wanted to fuck. I got up, turned to him and fell into my knees... I just couldn't resist it anymore. I wanted it - no, I needed to feel that cock. More than anything.

  I gasped looking at his cock after not seeing it up close for so long - it was so big, so wonderfully inviting... How would it feel inside of me? How would it feel sliding down my mouth? It was like the first time all over again.

  My fingers curled around it and my hand went up and down, deliciously savoring each inch it traveled.

  "Tell me then what I want to know. Tell me and I’ll do it." I looked up at him, eager to hear divulge something so I could proceed.

  “Sure. Can we talk about it after?” he asked me, lust clouding his eyes.

  Fuck it. This was a stupid plan anyways and you can’t hold out anymore.

  I nodded my head. “Deal,” he sighed and he grabbed my head with both hands, guiding my mouth to his cock. I parted my lips and, in an instant, the salty flavor of his shaft inundated my mouth. My tongue traced a long and gentle circle around its tip and, then, I allowed myself to go deeper. I opened my mouth and let him slid in. His girth forced me to open wide, his length making the descent down his cock an almost never ending voyage. I went as far as I could and looked up, imagining what was going through his head.

  I bobbed my head back and forth - first I went slow, then I went fast. A long and deep sigh escaped his mouth and I lowered the pace, only to speed up once more. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pressing my head down, his shaft almost against the back of my throat, and he held it there for a second. I pressed my tongue against his cock and pulled my head back, allowing his cock to slid out gently - still wanting to feel his taste on my mouth, I licked his shaft, my hand working his cock with the same rhythm I had used with my mouth.

  I closed my eyes, losing myself in all of it, when his fingers brushed against my chin, softly, and I looked up.

  "I want to fuck you so bad." He said, and it was all I wanted to hear.

  "Then what are you waiting for?"

  I got up and, turning my back to him, placed my hands on top of the desk. Shivers went down my spine as he laid his lips on my neck, his fingers pulling my thong down my legs. He pulled my legs apart and, reaching between my thighs, cupped my wet pussy with his hand, pressing up. I couldn't avoid it - I closed my eyes and gasped, his touch driving me mad. A loud moan escaped my lips when he slid two fingers deep inside me, almost making me stand on tiptoes.

  Firmly planting my knees on the his bed, I climbed on top of it. I leaned forward, resting the palm of my hands on the bed.

  With one thrust, he was inside of me.

  I didn't moan. No, I screamed - I screamed in pure ecstasy as his cock filled me in a way I had never experienced. I gritted my teeth as his thickness stretched my pussy, all my body trembling with pleasure, my arms shaky and almost unable to hold me still.

  He slid his cock in and out of me, and I could almost picture the moisture of my desire falling on top the table in thick droplets. A hoarse moan came out of me as he slapped my ass - once, twice - while ramming his cock deep down. He grabbed me with both hands by the waist and, holding me still, pushed his body against mine. It was as if my head was about to explode - although my eyes were open, I could see nothing but white lightning, every inch of my skin burning and burning with insatiable desire.

  My hands gave up and, quickly after, my elbows quit as well. I lay my cheek against the hard wood, my ass propped up in the air as he kept on going in a feverish rhythm.

  "Faster..." I begged. "Faster... Faster..."

  He obliged. Oh, how he obliged. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth once more as he punished my body in the more delicious way anyone could ever do. I felt sweat dripping down my forehead, my body almost unable to endure much longer. If I could, I'd still be there, his cock still ravaging me, our bodies fused for eternity in a depraved kind of delight.

  But I'm only human. And so, I let myself go.

  My whole body convulsed as he gave me his final thrust, an intense moan betraying the rapture that was flooding not only my body, but my mind as well. Did I scream in ecstasy? I wouldn't know - pleasure had made me blind, pleasure had me deaf.

  "Alicia..."

  I heard my name, as if it was being whispered from somewhere far, far away. But his pulsing cock inside of me brought me down from fantasy land quick enough. I could feel him holding it, I could feel him resisting it - but I knew it wouldn't be long.

  He pulled out and I lay him down, kneeling in front of him almost in adoration. As he tilted his head back, a flash of abandonment glimpsed in his eyes - he shot his semen into me, his warm juice covering my breasts. How I loved it, feeling his cum dripping down my breasts, tracing a sweet line over and around my still hard nipples. He kept on shooting, his cock spasming and covering me in semen. When it stopped, both my breasts were covered in it, a hot mess dripping down to my stomach and making a slow but sure way towards my pussy. I looked down and saw my body covered in his cum, all of it sticking to my skin in a tight embrace.

  I looked into Tristan's eyes and I couldn't help but grin. His eyes betrayed how he felt – and I lay down, panting. He handed me a towel and I wiped most of his seed off of me.

  “What is it you wanted to know, Alicia?” he asked, turning towards me. I turned to my side facing away from him so we could spoon. He came up behind me and wrapped his arm around me.

  Afterglow. Now is the time, girlfriend. He will tell you anything. Anything!

  Maybe he would have. But somehow, I had dozed off to a contented sleep.

  The Date

  I woke up with a start as the toilet flushed.

  This isn’t my bedroom.

  I looked around and realized I was still in Tristan’s room. I lifted my head – he was coming back from the bathroom and walking back to bed. His beautiful cock was still semi-hard.

  Where is that light coming from if the lights are off?

  With growing shock, I realized I had fallen asleep and that light coming was sunlight peeking through his curtains.

  Aw hell fucking no!

  My mind was processing all of what I was seeing under the comfort of the blankets I was under.

  Girl, get up and get out now. NOW!

  My mind was telling me to jump up and get out of the room. But my body was perfectly happy to stay under the warmth of the blankets. Tristan approached the bed.

  He is going to want to fuck you again! Get up! Get out!

  But instead of getting on top of me, he climbed into bed and put his arms around me. His arms brought me closer to him, pulling my back into his body.

  I could feel my ass crack surround his cock. I could feel my back against his muscled and tight torso. His arms protected me, and made me feel safe. I didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.

  This is a dangerous path, Alicia!

  It was obvious that Tristan’s eyes were closed because I heard regular breathing come from him. Contrasted to my eyes which were wide open. What was going on?

  Go! Now!

  Finally, taking a deep breath, I willed my body to listen to my brain. I gritted my teeth and lifted my body. Tristan’s hand fell away and he turned over. He was opening his eyes by the time I jumped out of bed.

  Somehow, he must have gathered all my clothes and put th
em on a chair. When he had time after we were done last night, and where my mind was, I will never know. But I didn’t bother to stay and ask. I scooped them up and opened his door and ran out into the hallway and into my room.

  I closed my door and locked it, jumping into the bed and hiding myself in the blankets.

  But the judgment would only come from myself. There was no one else to hide from. I glanced at the clock. 6:58 am. Fuck, Tristan would be up soon.

  In response to that thought, I heard the shower go off in his room and sighed. He was up and getting ready to go to work.

  Just let him leave and process what happened later.

  But we had a deal. And it was just violated. I threw my covers off, and got up from yet another bed. I went to my closet and pulled out robe and put it on. Yawning, I went out the room and into the hallway where I waited for him in the living room.

  The early morning light was looking beautiful through the canyons of Manhattan. I knew I could sleep a whole lot more but I decided to go outside to the balcony and enjoy the morning. I turned on the coffee maker then went outside, looking down the railing at the world passing me by below. Taxicabs were already lining the streets along with the sounds of the morning commute as people piled into subway stations and began to walk to and fro towards Midtown. I lost myself gazing down. It was a wonderful sight from this high up in the sky, and one that I knew I could learn to get used to.

  You need to get out of this apartment, girl! Even if it means living in a shared bedroom in Bushwick!

  I would have debated the pros and cons about leaving this apartment, but Tristan came out with two cups of coffee. He handed one to me, with a little bit of cream and two scoops of sugar.

  When did he learn how you liked your coffee? That creep!

  “You’re not supposed to make me sleep in your bed overnight, Tristan,” I said, glaring at him. He may have brought me coffee but he made it explicitly clear how he viewed our arrangement the other day.

  He shrugged, as he did to many other things in life. “I didn’t make you do anything, Alicia.”

  I gave him an annoyed look. He had a point.

  “You were out like a light,” he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of the coffee. It was important he realize that this was not going to be a permanent thing.

  “I put some toast on,” he said, as if forgetting my opening remark and annoying me further in the process. “Want some?”

  “Not right now, no” I said.

  But I’m so hungry! That sex last night was a workout!

  If anything, I’d get some later when he wasn’t looking.

  Like the Thai food? He’ll probably come right back inside?

  “Are you just going to wait to have some when I leave?” he asked, reading my thoughts.

  I hate that man.

  I hated that man.

  I gave him an even more annoyed look. “Please. Next time we do it in your room, I’m bringing my new phone with me to set the alarm,” I said. Then I turned the hook to see what he would say. “So that I don’t spend the night.”

  “Okay,” he said, unperturbed by my provocations. Somehow this made me even more annoyed than I was.

  Who the hell was he not to get upset when I was angry at him.

  “Who knows, I’m just glad you didn’t start humping me awake,” I said, trying to think of newer and more different ways to wound him.

  “I knew you needed the sleep,” he said with another shrug. God, I hated this how everything rolled off of him. “I can’t say that I didn’t think about it.”

  I gave him a glare, as if this confirmed my deepest and worst suspicions about him.

  “But I figured, we’d wait, you know? Andyou can’t really blame me, I mean, any guy who wakes up next to a drop dead gorgeous beautiful woman whose naked in his bed wants to have sex. It’s nature taking its course. ”

  Did he just call me beautiful? Oh my god!

  Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

  “Well,” I said looking away and drinking my coffee so he didn’t see me smile. “Don’t let nature take its course too much, or else you won’t have any fuck sessions left.”

  Tristan looked at me quizzically? “What are you talking about?”

  “Our deal,” I said, rolling my eyes as if exasperated I had to remind him.

  He just called you beautiful. I’d do him right here!

  “I know,” he said, “But we never specified any upper limit, Alicia.”

  I was about to retort when I realized he was right.

  Oh fuck…

  He could fuck me raw 12 hours a day for 7 days a week and I had agreed to it. My mouth hung open in shock.

  Tristan saw my shock and just laughed it off. “I guess we’ll want to clarify an upper limit next time we talk, huh?”

  His mouth was full of toast but the way he looked at me, with amusement and a sense of familiarity, in one breath dismissing my anger for sleeping in his bed and then calling me beautiful, did nothing but just get me upset.

  “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked, finishing up his toast.

  I had come up short in this whole conversation. From berating him about letting me sleep in his bed, to blushing at his compliment, to realizing a glaring hole in the deal which was my own oversight. I desperately needed a win.

  “I don’t know,” I said, trying to affect a serious mien. “I have a date tonight.”

  I looked at his face very carefully trying to gauge a reaction. Anything. Some flicker of anger. Some glint of jealousy. Something.

  Instead, Tristan just shrugged.

  “Will dinner be ready or should I eat out then?” he asked.

  Tears began to well up in my eyes and I knew I needed to get out of there before I started crying.

  “I’ll try to leave something in the fridge,” I mumbled as quickly brushed past him with my coffee and ran to my room.

  He didn’t even care. I truly was just a housekeeper and sex object to him.

  I shut the door and took some long deep breaths. I felt sick.

  The old Alicia would have just spent half the day moping about and crying.

  But not the new Alicia. I had places to be and things to do. Besides, if Tristan wasn’t angry at all about me having a fake date, then I wasn’t going to let that bother me. I was going to get a job and save money and get the fuck out of this apartment.

  Amen, girl!

  But it did bother me. I wasn’t sure why I wanted Tristan to express some sort of emotion over me. Was I really looking for some sort of validation that I was more than a piece of furniture?

  A closer analogy would be a sex doll that microwaves food.

  Whatever it was, I couldn’t do anything about it now. I had the day off, and I had made a list of some things I wanted to do. It had now been a five weeks since I had gotten myself into the arrangement that I was currently in, and I had enough disposable income to get my hair done. I had made an appointment for that morning at the salon and after that I had a few places that I was going to check into regarding job opportunities.

  Then apparently I had a fake date. I needed to figure out what I was going to do with myself that evening.

  I had a normal place that I usually went to for my hair, and I sat there today when I got a text from Tristan.

  Tristan: If you haven’t started dinner yet, don’t worry. I have an engagement this evening.

  I hadn’t started dinner. In fact, that had been at the back of my mind. I was even sitting in the stylist’s chair reading a cooking magazine looking for something simple to make for dinner. A part of me was relieved at one less burden to have to worry about while the other part of me felt my heart sink.

  Engagement? What kind of engagement?”

  There was only one thing to do.

  Alicia: What kind of engagement?

  I waited for a reply, willing my new phone to send me back a reply, hoping that my will power would be enough for Tristan to answer.

  And a
nswer it did. I heard the faint chime and felt the vibration.

  Tristan: A date.

  If possible, my heart was sinking faster than the Titanic on it’s last gasp. My Tristan was going out on a date? I had been holding back tears all morning, and I was proud of myself. I wasn’t going to let this bother me.

  Alicia: Just remember our arrangement.

  If he thought he could fuck this girl and me at the same time, he had another thing coming.

  Alicia: What time are you leaving?

  Tristan: Around 7. Straight from work. U?

  Alicia: Same time. So I guess I won’t see you until tomorrow?

  Tristan: Seems right.

  I sighed. Okay, this was manageable. A part of me wished I really did have a date at this point.

  What about that guy, Jon?

  The last time I had gone out with my friends, Jon had tried to flirt with me. At least I hoped so. We had exchanged phone numbers so I was pretty sure he was flirting.

  I texted him to see what he was doing and went back to my cooking magazine. The salon was busy, and I managed to tune everything out, until I heard my phone go off.

  Jon: Hey Alicia! Sure we should hang out sometime, but I’m working tonight. How about a raincheck? Or after my shift? :)

  No way I was going in for a booty call tonight. I was just looking for something to do. If I wanted sex, I could get that at the drop of a hat back home.

  Alicia: Let’s do some other time then.

  I went back to my magazine. Even if I wasn’t cooking tonight, it would be good to have some recipes handy when I needed to save time in the future.

  Look at you. Like you’re married in some fucked up loveless marriage.

  I silenced my inner monologue and focused on getting my hair done and my magazine. Having survived without breaking down thus far, I was determined to have a good day.