ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: The CEO's Game (CEO Bad Boy Alpha Male Stepbrother Romance) (New Adult Romance Short Stories)

by King, Kristina

  Puzzled turned to concerned, complete with pursed lips, narrowed eyes, and deep frowns. That turned to thinly veiled hostility and we stopped talking to each other altogether. That was something Jason noticed and he said, “Did you and Angie have a falling out?”

  I shrugged. I refused to call her Angie. “Angela and I can be very competitive. We both want the same thing and until one, or the other, of us gets it, we’ll be rather upset with each other.”

  “Is this upset thing going to end when one of you wins?”

  “Usually it does,” I said.

  “Good, because I don’t need to be living in the middle of a bitch fight.” He settled down on the couch with a beer. There were already three empties on the counter, I wasn’t sure what had spurred this minor binge but I was going to use it to my advantage. “What are you competing over this time? Grades?”

  “A boy,” I said with an exaggerated sigh, sitting down next to him.

  He perked up, a bad sign, actually, since it probably meant he was into Angie after all and wanted to know if there was competition. “Really? Uh, you want to talk about it?”

  “Actually I do. Maybe you could help me. I’ve tried everything I can think of to let this guy know I’m into him.”

  “That explains how you’ve been dressing lately.”

  So he had noticed. “Yes, but he doesn’t seem to care at all. He really seems to be into Angela and I might just have to admit defeat.” I was stretching the truth only a little but I could see my words were making him antsy, which is what I wanted. “I’m supposed to be spending some time with him, for school,” I fibbed. “Maybe you know of a quick, blunt, way to get a guy interested.”

  “Take off your top,” he said. “That’s a good first step. Actually, first make sure he’s into casual flings.”

  “Oh, he’s into casual sex all right.”

  “Then take off your shirt and tell him you want to take a break from studying. He’ll either tell you off or fuck you on the spot.”

  I struck a provocative pose on the couch and said in a sultry voice, “What do you think my chances are?”

  “If he’s blind, fifty-fifty. If he’s our age, healthy, and as horny as you seem to think, I’d give you a ninety.”

  “Only ninety percent?” I pouted.

  He shrugged. “He could be gay.”

  I had to bite back a laugh. “He’s not.”

  “Or have a girlfriend back home.”

  “He doesn’t.”

  He paused with the beer bottle almost to his lips and said, “You did some homework on this, didn’t you.”

  I nodded. “So, still just a ninety?”

  “Ninety-five percent. There’s still a chance he’ll turn you down. That’s the risk you take.”

  He was right. And it was time to take that risk. I just hoped he was drunk enough and horny enough that he wouldn't call my mother.

  “Well then,” I said. “Here goes.” He probably expected me to hop off the couch and head out the door so when I stood up in front of him and stripped my top off he nearly spit out his beer.

  “What the hell, Natalie! You forgot to mention that you were talking about me!”

  “I was talking about you.”

  “You and Angie are competing over me?”

  “Not in as many words, no, but I’m in love with you and I know she has a thing for you …” I shrugged.

  “You’re my sister.”

  “Am not. My mom happens to be married to your dad, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

  “Legally you’re my sister.”

  “But I’m not. We have zero biological parents in common. I’m not even your cousin.” I clasped my hands in front of me, using my arms to accentuate my breasts. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?” I batted my eyes at him.

  He swallowed hard, staring at me with eyes too wide as if it was his first time really seeing me, as if he wanted to look away but couldn’t. He licked his lips slowly. He nodded slowly. “Yeah, you’re pretty.”

  Very slowly I undid the button on my jeans. “Don’t you think I’m sexy?”

  He nodded again.

  “I’ve always thought you were sexy,” I purred stepping closer to him until my leg brushed his knee.

  He just stared. He was, after all, now sitting at eye level with and within arm’s reach of my barely concealed breasts. I knew from experience that lace did more to tease than provide modesty.

  “I sometimes think about you fucking me when I masturbate,” I added, giving him a wide-eyed innocent look.

  “You know,” he said. “You have a point. We’re not siblings. We’re two consenting adults who are not related to each other in any way.” He took a sip of his beer and then reached out and tugged at the seam of my jeans. “Let me see you without these in the way.”

  I very slowly pulled the zipper down and opened the front, revealing hot pink, sheer, panties. The corner of his mouth perked up in a lazy smile. I shimmied them down over my hips and turned around, sticking my ass out and swinging my hips from side to side as I inched them down looking back over my shoulder at him. I don’t think he even noticed that I was watching him watch me, his eyes never left my ass. I bent double, pushing my pants down to my ankles, giving him an even better view. I was so close he was able to reach out and run a hand over my ass.

  I stepped out of the pants and turned, a movement I am not ashamed to say that I had practiced many times in the privacy of my room. It’s harder than it looks. Most of the time I ended up a tangled heap on the floor. This time, thank god, it went smoothly.

  With one graceful step I was between his legs. I smoothly lowered myself to my knees and looked up at him with wide eyes. “Now I want to see you,” I purred. I undid the button on his baggy blue jeans and he lifted his hips so I could slide them down. I grabbed the waistband of both pants and boxers at once and lifted the elastic over his hard cock. I had to move back so he could close his legs but I got them down around his ankles and slid between his knees again.

  “Mmm.” I ran my finger lightly from tip to balls and giggled. “Jason, you’re so big.”

  His eyes were a little glazed from the beer, and from lust. I stared up into them as I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the head of his cock. A soft groan escaped him. I repeated the motion, my eyes never leaving his.

  “Oh god, Natalie, just suck it already.”

  I smiled and then licked the head one more time before taking it in my mouth. I worked slowly down the length of him, bobbing up and then sliding down a little further each time. He leaned back and ran his fingers through my wave of brown hair.

  “That’s it, Natalie, that’s it, take it. You’re amazing.”

  I could have made the blow job the main event, his cock was so amazing, but I wanted that cock somewhere else this evening. Still, I went to town sucking and licking his cock with great enthusiasm. Finally I slid my mouth off his cock and smiled up at him.

  He caressed my cheek and said, “Please tell me you’re going to let me fuck you.”

  “Please tell me that you want to fuck me,” I replied.

  “Get up here.” He stood and helped me to my feet. He spun us around and I suddenly found myself on the couch pinned underneath him. He started kissing me, hard and passionate, his hands roaming over my body.

  “God, Natalie, I used to stare at your breasts all the time,” he said. He pulled the straps of my bra down my shoulders and kissed my breasts.

  “Used to?”

  He flicked his tongue over my nipple and shrugged. “You were my sister, at some point the wrongness of looking overpowered the teenage horniness.”

  “And now you’re kissing them.”

  “And they’re gorgeous. You’re not my sister, you said it yourself, you’ll never be my sister, not anymore, not ever again, things can’t go back.”

  “I don’t want them to go back, I want you to fuck me. I’m hoping you’ll fuck me over and over again and do all sorts of fun, dirty things with me.�
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  “You’re a little slut.”

  “Only when it comes to you.” I kissed him and slipped my tongue in his mouth.

  He pressed his hand hard between my legs.

  I shuddered. “I want you,” I whispered. “I’ve wanted you for so long now. I’ve tried everything to get your attention.”

  “You’ve got it now,” he said, something dark in his voice. “And I’m going to enjoy taking you.”

  He roughly pulled my panties down and pushed two fingers deep inside me. As he fingered me he took my breast in his mouth. His teeth grazed my nipple and I moaned, pressing down against his fingers.

  He pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock in, burying it deep inside me. I gasped as my body was forced to stretch to accommodate him. I wasn’t used to the size of him yet and I whimpered as he started thrusting into me.

  He was hard and rough and fast, driving his cock into me over and over again, making me yelp and moan and scream. It was a good thing we were in a house and not an apartment or a dorm room because he was making it impossible for me to keep quiet. I grabbed his arms and held on, it was all I could do as he continued to fuck me mercilessly.

  I had never had a boy fuck me like this before. They’d all been timid or less in some way, but this was raw and passionate and desperate. I knew I was going to be sore in a few hours and I didn’t care. His rhythm shifted to longer, deeper, thrusts and then he grabbed my hips and slammed into me with a grunt. He exploded, filling me with cum. He was breathing hard and his shirt was clinging to his sweaty chest.

  He pulled out of me and grabbed his clothes from the floor. “I’m going to shower.”

  “I could come scrub your back.”

  He teetered a little, from the beer and the exertion, and said, “No, no, I’m fine. I’ll be in and out and then you can have it if you want it.”

  I would have loved to have hopped in the shower with him but sex on the couch was a great start and I wasn’t about to push my luck.

  Chapter 5

  When Angela got back from work I was sitting in the living room watching TV and painting my toe nails. “How was your afternoon?” she said, hanging her bag in the closet.

  “Delightful,” I said. “I have five minutes left in this show and then I’m going to my room to catch up on some reading for class.”

  “Yeah, I have a ton of school work to do too. Is Jason home?”

  “No, he went out with some friends to shoot hoops. He’ll be home very late.”

  She nodded but I saw the fleeting look of disappointment. “Have you eaten?” she said.

  “Yup. There’s still half a pizza in the fridge from the weekend though.”

  “Thanks. I’ll see what else I can find.”

  During the weeks things were always busy. I could go days without seeing Angela, or Jason, or both, and when I did see them it was generally in passing or because we happened to be in the kitchen looking for coffee and food at the same time. We all had classes but Jason also had practices, formal and informal, and Angela was working.

  It was nearly a week before schedules lined up again and Jason and I were home, alone, for enough time to have some fun. He was hiding in his room but he had the music on, which meant he was either working out or masturbating. He never listened to music when he was doing school work.

  I knocked on his door and walked in. He was lounging in bed, the covers were a mess, and he had his jeans down around his knees. His cock was in hand and he had just opened his eyes to look at the door when I walked in.

  “What the fuck, Natalie! Who said you could just barge in here?”

  “I knocked,” I said with feigned innocence.

  His face was bright red, it was actually cute. “I didn’t say you could come in. We agreed, bedrooms are off limits without permission.”

  “We have the house to ourselves,” I said, coming closer.

  He grabbed at the blankets with one hand while trying to get his jeans up with the other.

  “I’ve seen it already,” I said. “And I’ve tasted it. And I’ve fucked it.” Just thinking about it was making me horny for his cock. Of course seeing his cock was helping a lot on that front too.

  “I was drunk.”

  “And very much in charge, I seem to remember.”

  “It was one time, Natalie.”

  “It doesn’t have to be.”

  I sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch his cock.

  “Don’t.” There was no conviction in the word.

  “I’ll keep my clothes on,” I said. “I just want to play with it. Come on, it must get boring always taking care of it yourself. Let me help you.”

  “I’m perfectly capable of getting off by myself, thank-you.”

  “But why do it yourself when I’m willing to touch you, and play with you, and get you off?” I let my fingers slide ever so lightly over the head of his cock and down the shaft. He shivered. “I just want to touch it. It’s so big and hard. You have such a great cock, can you blame me for wanting more of it?”

  “Just a hand job?”

  “I promise.”

  I had more experience with hand jobs than with any other aspect of a sexual relationship. Most of my relationships didn’t get past the hand job. I wanted my brother’s cock and all others held very little interest for me. There were a few that were tantalizing enough that I had gone all the way with them, but it felt fake, like I was playing them, pretending at something I didn’t feel, and so I ended those relationships in hopes that the impossible would be mine.

  I slid further onto the bed and curled up against him, letting him drape his arm over me. I ghosted my fingers along the length of his cock for a while knowing the feather-light touch would make him more sensitive. I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed, watching his face out of the corner of my eyes. His eyes fluttered shut.

  I smiled. It was time to get down to business and prove that I was a valuable companion, someone he wanted and needed in his life, and in his bed.

  I wasn’t sure what he was using for lube, if anything, but I drew my hand back and spat on my palm. I hated that, but for some reason it turned guys on. I wrapped my wet hand around his cock and started sliding it up and down in slow, firm strokes. He groaned and wrapped his arm a little tighter around me. I tugged and pulled and twisted my hand around his shaft, alternating between fast and slow, while he moaned and sighed and caressed my arm. I was watching him carefully, a hand job was all well and good, but it was foreplay, even if he didn’t know it. Getting him to blow a load over my hand would have been easy, but teasing him to the point where he would let me suck him off, or maybe even fuck him, would be harder. And that was my plan.

  He let out a particularly long groan and I stretched up and kissed his cheek. “Can’t I just lick it a little bit?” I said, keeping my voice sweet.

  He nodded, eyes still closed.

  I slid down and took his cock in my mouth. Maybe convincing him that he wanted me sucking and fucking his cock on a regular basis wasn’t going to be so hard after all.

  He tangled both hands in my hair and pushed gently, urging me to take more of his cock into my mouth. I could have resisted if I had wanted to, but I wanted his cock. Still, I let him push instead of just going to town on him; let him think he’s actually asking for something, actually in control of how fast this was going.

  “Oh,” he groaned. “Go on Natalie, take all of it.” The one thing I had skipped the first time I had sucked his cock was deep throating, this time I let him have it. I eased him deeper and deeper, fighting past the gag reflex until my nose touched curly hairs and the head of his cock was brushing the back of my throat. I held him there while he made happy sounds in the back of his throat.

  It didn’t take long after that. I pulled completely away and gasped for air and then got busy sucking and licking the length of his cock, moaning over it and making slurping noises. The next time he pressed on the back of my head there was a lot of groaning and gru
nting and his hips bucked up. That’s really all the warning I had and then my mouth was filled with cum. I sucked hard, helping him along, and then swallowed everything.

  “God Natalie, you’re good at that,” he panted.

  I smiled. “I think I’m addicted to your cock,” I said. “Was that better than using your own hand?”

  He just nodded.

  “Maybe you should come find me next time we’re alone and you get horny,” I said, sliding out of the bed. “I’ve got some reading to do, see you later.”

  Chapter 6

  We didn’t have time for much after that, not for nearly two weeks. We were making out in his room when Angela showed up early, a lecture had been cancelled because the prof was sick. We sprang apart and I left, thanking him profusely for explaining something that was mildly relevant to what I was studying and that he might actually know something about – I’m not even sure what it was I was babbling about.

  Dinner that evening, which we all ate together around the table, a rare event indeed, was awkward. Jason didn’t want to look at either of us. Every time I looked at Jason I blushed. Angela had to keep repeating herself because I kept missing things, and I was paranoid that I still looked dishevelled.

  And then one day I was in my room with my headphones on working on a math assignment when my door burst open. I looked up, startled, and scrambled to get the headphones off and turn the music off and sit up all at once. Jason was in the doorway and he shut the door behind him.

  “She’s gone,” he said. “Went out with friends. She’ll be back late.”

  He was desperate, it was all over his face. So I shrugged. “So?”

  He was fast too. He crossed to the bed in two steps and kissed me hard. Usually that first kiss was hard but he would calm down and ease off, but not today. His kisses were rough and demanding and his fist stayed tangled in the hair at the base of my neck so I couldn’t pull away. His tongue pushed past my lips and filled my mouth.