Desire_Her Two Rivals

by Ally Miller

  “What the fuck is going on here?” Mr. Smith straightened and turned toward me and gently asked. “Lily, are you okay? Were you coerced?

  Dean stepped forward and furiously said, “Mike, you seriously think I’m capable of that.”

  “I don’t know what to think,” Mr. Smith exclaimed. You do realize that you're the one in the fucking position of authority. She’s a student, for goddamn’s sake.”

  “Think, Mike, think.” Dean got into his face.

  Before it could go any further, I jumped in. “Mr. Smith, Dean—I mean Mr. Carter—did nothing wrong. It was consensual. I wasn't coerced. I was aware of everything that went on. I wanted it.”

  He scoffed. “We have a week until graduation. You couldn't keep your dick in your pants for a week longer?”

  “Dean,” I screamed when he pushed Mr. Smith against the wall and his forearm was pressed against his neck.

  “You. Do. Not. Speak. Like. That,” Dean bit out forcefully and pushed his forearms to emphasize his point.

  Mr. Smith was unfazed and stared at Dean trying to get a read on him. “Holy shit,” he muttered out, “All these months and I haven't seen you with anyone. To think all this time, you had it for her.” He gestured to me.

  “She’s it,” Dean said firmly.

  “I have to report this.”

  He pushed off Mr. Smith and started pacing. “No. You’ll ruin her reputation. This will follow her everywhere she goes.”

  “It’s protocol. I have to.”

  I pleaded. “Mr. Smith, I’m graduating next week. No one ever has to know. After that, nothing is keeping Dean and I from being together.”

  “She’s right. If you want to still report me after a week, you can do so. But not her. She remains anonymous,” he demanded.

  Mr. Smith was torn by his duty as a teacher and a friend.

  Friendship won out.

  “I can wait,” he said and turned to leave. “Be careful, next time it won’t be me walking through that door.”

  Dean and I exhaled a huge sigh when the door closed behind Mr. Smith.

  “Whew,” I said.

  Chapter 10

  “I want you to move in with me over the summer before we go to Boston.”

  After the close call with Mr. Smith two days ago, Dean and I took extra precaution.

  No more rendezvous after class.

  We strictly communicated via texting.

  We acted in our professional capacity at school but engaged in the extra-curricular activities at Dean’s apartment. Where we could bask in our passions and not feel guilty.

  No one to interrupt.

  “After you graduate,” he clarified, running his hands down my arms. “I want two blissful months where I can spend days inside you. Not hide in corners for a few precious minutes.”

  “Why after I graduate? Why not now?” I ran my fingernails across his chest. We were lying in bed after being fucked hard on my knees.

  He was built with barely any fat. He ran six miles every morning before going in for work. I showed my appreciation to his toned body. I wanted to lick him all over. This is the first we’ve seen each other completely naked.

  And we’ve made up for lost time.

  Many, many hours later, there wasn't a place where we haven't kissed or licked or nuzzled and caressed.

  “Because you’re still my student and I won’t risk your future. I can’t. I care about you too much to do that you. No matter how much I want to keep you tied to my desk and plant my seed inside of you.” His gaze grew appreciative when he removed the sheets covering me to take in my naked form. My nipples perked up for attention.

  “Which means—” he closed his lips over my nipples, lavishing attention on both, “that we have to be careful. We’re going out next Saturday. On a proper date to celebrate your graduation.” His voice brooked no argument.

  His fingers dragged up and down my hot slit and then entered in firm slippery circles. I was already wet. Little did he know that the mere sight of him laying languorously in bed relaxed and sated made me wet.

  “I’d like that,” I barely answered. Forgetting everything except that finger.

  The sheets rustled and then a hot breath was fanned at my center. My back arched. I held his hair and pulled. He was undeterred in his mission. He licked and sucked until I was taken over edge.

  He kissed me as my body was coming down from the earth-shattering orgasm I just received.

  “I can’t wait until three weeks so that I can take you however and wherever I want and as hard as I want, consequences be damned,” he deliciously promised.

  We couldn't get enough of each other.

  “On your stomach,” he ordered.

  And flipped me over. He placed a pillow under my stomach.

  He loved ordering me around. My compliance turned him on. It turned me on too when he used a domineering tone in bed.

  “God, you’re sexy,” he whooshed out and fisted my hair using it as something to hold on to.

  With no warning, he slammed into my sore cunt hard.

  My mouth fell open in pleasure.

  Whenever he retreated to slam back in, my head was pulled back from where his hand was gripping my hair.

  The pain coupled with his thrusts undid me.

  I arched and moved with his body.

  He groaned and let go of my hair to grabbed the globes of my ass and pump into me.

  I moaned and bit my lip.

  So close.

  And we both let out our breaths at the same time, our orgasms in sync. He kept thrusting to make sure all his semen was spent in me.

  He collapsed on the bed besides me and pulled me into the cradle of his arms, uncaring of the sticky juices tainting the bed.

  If he got his way, I would always have his seed in me and coating down my legs. That visual always made him hot and bothered, his caveman tendencies coming through. His seed in me turned him into a wild animal.

  When we lay like this, it was hard to think that there was a seven-year gap. Life and circumstances had shaped both of us beyond our years.

  His family kicked him out.

  My only family, my dad, passed away.

  We were two broken, lonely souls searching and wanting love without realizing it till it happened. We found that with each other.

  People would think it was a silly crush but Dean made me feel alive when I was all alone and depressed. He filled the void that was in my heart.

  Dean with his rough demeanor and soft gruffness made me crazy for him.

  In this bed, there was no teacher and student.

  We weren’t taboo.

  Or forbidden.

  We were two pieces of a puzzle that fit when we were together.

  Dean kissed my head softly and asked. “Hungry, love?”

  “Famished,” I responded.

  He chuckled. “Good to know I wore you out. Now, how about you whip us up some eggs?”

  I never responded well to orders outside of sex.

  “Yeah, right,” I said. I pushed him off the bed until he barely managed to catch himself so he wouldn't fall and snuggled into the sheets.

  “Fine. Fine,” he grumbled, “What’s the point of having a woman around when she won’t cook?”

  My mouth fell open in outraged shock..

  He winked.

  Bastard.

  I threw a pillow at him as he walked out of the door.

  I hugged the pillow to my chests slumberously thinking about the past few months and excited for what was to come.

  I was graduating next week.

  Dean wasn’t going to be my teacher anymore.

  And I wouldn't be his student anymore.

  We didn’t have to hide.

  We were spending the next three months wrapped up in each other.

  I couldn't wait to bask in unbridled passion and love.

  THE END

  Bonus 8 of 30

  Scars of Love

  Description

 
When Sally sees her stepbrother, Noel, after a long absence, she realizes how much she’s changed. The two were already close, but it was obvious the second she saw him, the feelings of adoration and something much more seemed to arouse within her. But beneath the smile on his face was the trauma of his tenure as a Navy SEAL, and soon, Sally learns of the truth. However, instead of running away, she embraces it.

  As her lustful feelings for her stepbrother grow, Sally knows that she can’t hold this back. When a night of passion finally erupts between them, Sally knows she must make a choice. Will she let her feelings for her stepbrother in? Or will she continue to hold these back in favor of protecting herself and the friendship that the two of them have, and struggled to maintain for a long time? Find out in this hot, stepbrother military romance!

  Chapter 1

  Today was the day.

  A feeling of excitement loomed through my body as I thought about what today might bring. I sat in the airport terminal, watching the flight times. My stepbrother, Noel, was coming back after about three years in the military away from us, and I immediately felt excited. The two of us hadn’t really spoken a lot lately. Mostly because of how busy his time was there and because he was engaged in combat for a long time.

  Noel and I were stepsiblings. Our parents got together when I was 10 and he was 13. Even with the three-year age difference, we were always relatively close. I imagined that was probably because we were typically left to our own devices, so I rarely got to spend time with anyone but him. But I imagined my stepbrother grew up to be a fine man.

  When he left for the military at 18, I was still only 15. I didn’t really see the point in this, mostly because he was up and leaving us for a couple of years at a time. Now he was 21 and I was 18. Time did change a person for the better, and I’ve learned to really get my shit together.

  This meant that I really didn’t have time for relationships. I never thought of one, meaning that I usually spent most of my time alone. I was always studying it seemed, and it was part of the reason why I never really got in touch with Noel. Every time I did, he was busy. At one point, it was simply phone tag between the two of us, something that we didn’t really feel like doing with one another.

  But now, now everything changed. I had some free time, I was picking him up, and I had a couple of weeks off until I had to hit the ground running. I wanted to spend time with him, to see how everything changed.

  Finally, there was a sign that the flight finally got in, and when I saw the men coming out of the terminal, I immediately stepped out. I looked high and low for him, hoping that he wouldn’t take too long.

  Then, he showed up.

  For a moment, I felt like my heart stopped. Holy crap he got hot. I began to flush, realizing I shouldn’t be having these feelings for him, but here I was, ogling him like it was nothing. He then looked at me, a bit unsure of what to say.

  “Hello Sally,” he said.

  “Hey Noel,” I replied, trying to figure out where to look. His sandy blonde hair was now short, but he still had the most gorgeous blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light. His larger frame was now toned instead of flabby like how it was before. In truth, he got pretty fucking gorgeous, and it was hard not to stare.

  “Sorry for the delay. Flight was a bit late,” he said.

  “It’s fine. It happens. Are you okay?” I asked.

  “I guess,” he told her.

  It was obvious something was wrong. He didn’t seem to want to talk about it though.

  “Well I’m sure my mom and your dad will be happy to see you. I mean, I’m off for break for another couple of weeks, so I’m excited to spend some time with you,” I said.

  “Yeah,” he replied, his face staring off into the distance.

  I wanted to ask what was wrong. I’ve never seen him like this before. Typically, Noel was always at the center of the conversation, trying his hardest to pay attention and listen to everyone. Right now, it seemed that something bothered him, and it was obvious that he wasn’t going to tell me.

  “How long are you off duty?” I asked, starting the car and heading on back home.

  “Depends. I don’t really know when I’ll be going back, but I guess I’ll have to,” he said.

  Something did happen. I mean, he was always so lively, so happy, but he seemed like a completely different person.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.

  “Nope,” he replied, shutting me up.

  “Well, that’s understandable. I’ve just been in school,” I said.

  “Must be nice. Having the family pay for your stuff like that,” he said, a bit of annoyance obvious in his voice. I scoffed, looking at him for a moment and then ahead.

  “Actually, I’m on scholarship, so I’m not paying for jack shit. It’s nice,” I said.

  “Great,” he said. He seemed so distant that I didn’t know what to do about this. The tension in the air was so thick that you could cut a knife. I decided to just let it go. Hopefully he’d open up the second we got back.

  When we got home, he got out. He grabbed his bags, but I stepped forward.

  “I’ll grab them for you,” I said.

  “No it’s fine. I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” he said.

  “You don’t have to treat me like a child. I mean, I’m eighteen now,” I said.

  “Really? Wow, time has flown by fast,” he said.

  “Yeah, and you’re acting pretty distant. What’s the matter?” I asked.

  He looked at me and then sighed.

  “I honestly don’t want to talk about it yet. I mean, there are some things you shouldn’t really know just yet. I mean, maybe once I’m settled in I’ll tell you,” he replied.

  I wanted to respond, but then, he headed inside. It was obvious that he didn’t want to tell me, but I wanted to know the truth. I’ve never seen him act so aloof and it seemed like he’s become a different person. Did the military change him? Or did something else happen? I decided to wait until he came to me, and I hoped that he would tell me eventually.

  Chapter 2

  The second Noel came home, everything changed. My parents were both there and they immediately embraced him, holding him. He hugged them back, but he seemed to still be off kilter. I shrugged, wondering what it was that he was hiding, but I guess it could wait. We went out for dinner, and even the servers congratulated him and thanked him for his service. He said it was nothing. However, I didn’t think it was just a little thing. I mean, the military was a pretty huge ordeal, and the fact that he was just brushing this off was weird as all hell. I wanted to ask him further about it, but when we got back, he went to his room.

  I spent the next day or so working on some of the homework I was given. Thankfully, I was close enough to the college I could come home every single day, so I’d get to hang with Noel whenever. However, he still seemed to ignore me, holing himself up in his room. I wanted to find out what was eating him, what caused this madness in him. I couldn’t just sit there and watch him suffer.

  I went to the room, knocking at the door. At first, there was no sound, and then, I saw him open up. He looked haggard, like he hadn’t slept in the few days he’d been home. I smiled weakly, looking at him with a grin.

  “Hey Noel, you doing okay?” I asked.

  He paused, looking at me with a glance.

  “What are you doing here? Why do you ask?” he asked.

  “I’m just wondering. You don’t look so great,” I said.

  “If you’ve been through what I have, you wouldn’t look the same way either,” he said.

  “Can we talk about it? It’s obvious whatever is eating at you is going to keep bothering you until you tell someone,” I said.

  He hesitated, looking at me for but a moment, but then, he shook his head.

  “You wouldn’t understand,” he said.

  “I want to understand Noel. Just tell me. We can talk about this. I’m your sister. Remember, we used to talk about everything. I don
’t want you to think that I’m going to hate you after what you tell me,” I said. I began to flush as I looked at him. I’ve never felt so nervous around him before, but this changes people, and now that we’re both adults, with different experiences, it was obvious things would change.

  He hesitated, looking at me with a glance before shaking his head.

  “I don’t want to tell you yet,” he said.

  “Why not?” I asked.

  “Because I don’t want to scare you away. It’s just… I’m scared,” he said.

  “I get it. You can tell me when you’re ready,” I said to him, giving him a touching hand on his shoulder. He stiffened, and soon, I pulled away.

  “Sorry,” I said with a blush.

  “It’s fine. You wouldn’t know,” he said.

  “Well, I want to be there for you. I mean, we’ve always told each other everything. I know that the military kind of separated us from each other, but I’ll say right now, there hasn’t been a day where I haven’t thought of you,” I said. I know that sounded really sentimental, but it was the truth. I always thought about Noel, and I always wanted make sure he was okay, but he never seemed to call, so I never got a chance to.

  He shuddered, looking at me and then sighing.

  “It’s fine. You didn’t know. I’ll tell you when I’m ready. Just please… stop asking,” he said.

  “Okay.”

  The door was closed, leaving me to try to figure out what the hell just happened. On the one hand, I was excited to finally get him to open up, but at the same time, I could tell this was going to be harder than I thought. I guess I’ll talk to him when he’s ready.

  The next few days were weird. He would come out of his room, say a few words and then head on back. He wasn’t too comfortable with saying much else other than that, and it seemed like he was hiding his true feelings. I wanted to know more, and I wanted to find out what it was that he was holding back. Finally, one day, while I was working on the last of my homework, I heard a knock at the door.

  “Come in,” I said.

  The door opened and there he was. Noel looked at me with an awkward shuffle, glancing around.