Gorgeous Bastard

by Stella Blaze

  Squeeze my left thumb… got it.

  “Okay Yolanda and friend, I’ve gotta go.”

  And with that he hung up on us.

  Yolanda’s face took over the screen of my iPhone and she sighed, fanning herself.

  “I’d never change a hair on that boy’s head… but if he ever decided to go straight for a day, I’d do my best to keep him that way!”

  I giggled.

  “Me too,” a woman’s voice joined in from right beside me.

  I jumped when I looked up and to the left and a saw a raven haired vixen in a matching black spandex sports bra and shorts. She had a heart monitor thingy strapped to her arm, and an iPod with earbuds running up to her ears. She had a light sheen of sweat on her.

  She looked like a sports model for Reebok.

  “Who the hell is that?” Yolanda piped up.

  The woman leaned in, her make up free face also free of any blemishes, her thick, perfect lips pursed and then turning into a smile.

  “I’m Willomena Landis, and that man was gorgeous.”

  “But he’s gay!” I said the same time Yolanda did.

  Willomena looked me over, then looked at Yolanda.

  “I don’t think that will be a problem.”

  My mouth fell open as Willomena Landis turned and leisurely started to run into the sunset. I could just imagine “Revolution” playing as she faded into the sunset.

  Holy shit, the sun was beginning to set.

  I didn’t even know if Joshua would be there.

  I’d left without a word—I’d been late for work.

  But he didn’t know that.

  What had he thought when he’d woken up, alone?

  “That bitch really thinks she’s something, don’t she?”

  I did a double take. I’d forgotten I wasn’t really alone.

  I picked up my phone. “Yolanda, thanks so much, Roger was… very informative. But I have to go.”

  She smiled wickedly into the camera. “To put some of his information into practice?”

  I felt my face warm.

  “Bye.” And I hung up.

  Oh. My. God.

  But, as I turned my car’s engine over and put it in gear, I thought…

  Yes, that’s exactly what I’m planning.

  Chapter 32

  Joshua

  It was harder to find than I had thought.

  I knew it was on the west side of the city, down a two-lane highway, and on a corner.

  Well, I found the two-lane highway fast enough, but there was nothing on any of the twenty-six corners that were along its ten mile stretch.

  But on the way back one road turn off stuck out more than all the rest.

  Morebrooke Blvd.

  I turned off on it, and about a mile down the road I found what I was looking for. I pulled in and asked about one of their products. Turned out it was exactly what I’d been looking for, so I ordered a gallon… and some waffle cones.

  Chapter 33

  Cali

  Joshua’s shiny car wasn’t in the garage when I came home.

  I felt disappointed and a little nervous.

  Nervous in a bad way.

  What if he’d gotten pissed off and left.

  What if he didn’t come back?

  But just then he roared into the driveway behind me and stopped.

  I opened my car door and practically ran to him.

  I stopped about three feet away. I wanted to jump up into his arms and kiss the ever loving shit out of him. But something told me to hold off on that until we were inside.

  That was, if he still wanted to kiss me.

  Joshua got out of the car, a large white paper bag in his hand.

  “What’s in the bag?” I asked, having nothing else to say.

  He turned it and showed me the logo of two polar bears with red bibs on. The name of the ice cream shop was emblazoned in red above the polar bears.

  “You went to Janie’s Polar Dip?”

  He nodded. “I know you only like the strawberry ice cream without chunks.”

  I smiled. He’d gotten me Satin Strawberry ice cream. Was there anything about me he didn’t remember? I love everything strawberry… but frozen strawberries were just nasty little bits of ice. They ruined ice cream. The Satin Strawberry from Janie’s Polar Dip was the smoothest chunk free strawberry ice cream ever.

  Did that mean this was more to him than just a strings-free romp in the hay?

  I followed him into the house, and he pulled out a couple dishes and spooned out some of the creamy, delicious ice cream.

  I grabbed a couple spoons and waited, falling on it like a ravenous wolf the instant it was in front of me.

  Mmmm…

  So freaking good.

  It really was satiny smooth, and by far my favorite ice cream, ever.

  I was scraping my bowl for the last melty spoonful when I noticed that Joshua had barely touched his ice cream.

  “Don’t you like strawberry ice cream?” I asked, getting up and putting my bowl in the sink.

  He shrugged. “Guess I’m more of a mint chocolate chip kind of guy.”

  Mint chocolate chip… I filed that away for later.

  I picked up his bowl—it was about half melted.

  I took a spoonful and held it up in the air.

  “I bet I know how to make this your new favorite flavor.”

  I let it drip down on my exposed décolletage. Melty or not, it was cold and made my skin go all goose flesh.

  “Oh no, I’ve made a mess.” I looked Joshua in the eye and saw a predator getting ready to pounce. “Can you help me clean it up?

  He reached out and pulled me to him, his face inches from my breasts. I felt his breath, hot compared to the melting ice cream. He lowered his face and slowly licked the ice cream from my flesh.

  I shivered all over, my nipples hardening, my heart racing, my breathing coming in ragged gasps.

  But I had other plans for Joshua.

  And they involved advanced homework assignments.

  I pushed him back against the back of the kitchen stool he sat upon and pulled up his shirt, revealing his fabulous six pack… actually, counting it now, it was an eight pack.

  Meow.

  I looked at him and a purr emanated from my lips. “Take that pesky thing off.”

  His faded green eyes were totally mesmerized. I think, if I’d asked him to take off all his clothes and go outside and play in traffic, he might just have done it.

  He pulled his t-shirt up over his head and tossed it on the counter by the sink.

  I licked my lips. My stepbrother was probably the best looking, fittest man I’d ever seen.

  And right now he was all mine.

  All…

  Mine…

  The thought made my head a little dizzy.

  I took the bowl and leaned in and kissed him on the lips, short and chaste. Then I fed him a spoonful. Letting it drip down over his bare torso as I did so.

  He jerked from the cold ice cream on his skin, but smiled as I fed him the melted ice cream.

  I set the bowl down on the counter again.

  “I made a mess again,” I said playfully, and then leaned down to slowly lick the spilt ice cream from his chest, and where it dripped onto his stomach, and then even lower.

  Joshua took a sharp inhalation as I licked slowly down his eight pack, and then, when I got to the waist band of his jeans, he chuckled.

  “There isn’t any ice cream down there.”

  I smiled up at him as I started to unbuckle his pants, pulling them apart and peeling the denim back.

  He was naked beneath the denim. “Do you always go commando?”

  “Only when I’m anticipating being with you,” he said breathlessly.

  That was so… romantic. In a kind of sick way.

  Sick or romantic, it drove me right over the edge.

  I.

  Had.

  To.

  Have.

  Him.

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  I grabbed the waist of his jeans and pulled down as hard I could.

  “Whoa,” Joshua said, tipping over toward me, but catching himself. “Let me help you.”

  He stood up and pushed his jeans down around his ankles, then sat back on the stool, leaning back to give me better access.

  Good god, he was beautiful. His body was put together with an artist’s eye, but with sin and physical power the ultimate goal. Broad shoulders, a tight, sculpted core, and arms and legs so well defined you’d think Michelangelo had carved them.

  Okay, here I was, standing at the precipice of… of…

  Good god, I only wanted to blow my sexy stepbrother! Why did it seem so…

  Complicated!

  But it was more than that, and I damn well knew it.

  I didn’t simply want to suck his cock… I wanted him to fall in love with me.

  Like I was in love with him.

  I closed my eyes and pushed all that back into a corner.

  When I opened them Joshua was staring at me with the most beautiful expression on his face.

  Was it love?

  Maybe.

  But it was also longing, and lust, and probably a laundry list of other words.

  I took hold of his cock at the base, right over the balls. I worked up some saliva in my mouth in preparation, licking my lips. And then I clenched my left hand into a fist, thumb in, and squeezed.

  I opened my mouth, sheathing my teeth, and…

  And he tasted so good on my tongue… and felt so good sliding back across the roof of my mouth… and thrilling and dangerous as he pulsed along the back of my throat, and then on past, where I had to swallow to allow him to go any farther.

  Yes, that was it.

  Right where I wanted him.

  No, I had a few more inches.

  God, he was big.

  Joshua groaned, his body flexing as I sucked the top two thirds of his cock with my mouth, letting myself drool freely, and stroking the other third of his shaft with my drool slicked hand.

  I bobbed my head up and down a few times, testing that my gag reflex was actually under control.

  It was.

  So I squeezed my thumb tighter, and went down on him further, pushing him further back into my throat, pushing down, pushing toward his balls.

  Okay, I couldn’t breathe…

  That was good, right?

  Meant his cock was so far back in my throat that it was cutting off the air supply.

  Air supply?

  I pulled up and off him, gasping for air, my eyes blurry with tears.

  “Jesus fucking Christ!” Joshua exclaimed in a gruff, explosive voice.

  I looked up at him and saw he was covered in sweat, and was breathing as hard as I was.

  Oooo… I liked that.

  It was uncomfortable and more than a little scary, but the thought of being able to control him in that way, being able to reduce him to a panting, sweating mound of muscle and flesh was quite intoxicating.

  I wasted no time, diving for his cock again and taking him in as far as I could, and then further, until I actually felt my nose scratching against his pubes.

  “Oh fuck, yeah Cali… oh yeah…”

  I liked him calling me Cali instead of princess. I liked it a lot.

  I popped him out of my mouth, stroking him with my hands as I licked down his shaft until I was presented with his balls.

  Joshua’s entire body tightened when my tongue made contact with his scrotum.

  “Cali…”

  I licked up the fleshy sack of his left testicle, lingered for a beat or two on the flesh between the balls, and then ran my tongue down the right ball.

  His cock jerked in my hands, and I felt his hands on mine, trying to hold them still.

  I took the right ball in my mouth and gently sucked on it.

  Joshua moaned, his hands clenching on my wrists almost painfully.

  I flicked my tongue at the full, ripe flesh of his ball sack, and then let it slip from my mouth. I came up and took his cock in my mouth again, this time not wanting to deep throat him. This time I wanted to try something tongue oriented.

  I found the piss slit Roger had showed me on the purple dildo earlier, and I traced it with my tongue. I dug my tongue into that little slit and felt Joshua’s cock pulse hard.

  Joshua let go of my wrists and grabbed hold of my head.

  “Cali, stop… I’m going to…”

  He was close.

  My mind cleared of everything else. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to taste all of him.

  I opened my mouth and pushed him back in my throat again.

  His cock throbbed and his hips jerked upward, pushing his cock even further into my mouth.

  “Shiiit…” Joshua growled, and I felt the warmth of his cum spurt into the back of my throat. There was a lot, but since his cock was so far back in my throat, it just went right down my throat without me having to swallow it.

  Joshua’s body bucked beneath me, but I held on, keeping his cock in my mouth, keeping him from escaping. Making sure every drop of his seed was mine.

  As he stopped moving, and fell back, spent, I slowly moved my head upward, milking his cock with every inch my lips slid up it, until I was licking once more at the tender slit at the top of his tapered cockhead.

  His hands were still on either side of my head, so he finally pulled me off his cock, drawing me up to his face until our lips locked and he kissed me ever so deeply.

  “You know,” he said, throwing his head back after he broke off our kiss. “That little stunt will keep me from fucking you again for a whole ten minutes.”

  I laughed. “A whole ten minutes. That’s terrible.”

  He laughed too, a ragged, satisfied rasp. “It is terrible. I had such plans.”

  “I meant,” I continued, “that it’s terrible, as young and fit as you are, and you need a whole ten minutes to recover?”

  He scowled at me.

  “I guess you are older than me. I’ll have to make compensations for your advanced age.”

  He stood up, yanked his jeans up and buttoned them, and then pulled me to my feet and then threw me over his shoulder.

  “I’ll show you compensations, princess!” He smacked my ass hard as we left the kitchen and headed for the upstairs.

  Chapter 34

  Joshua had me flat on my back on my bed, my ankles pushed back until they were up by the sides of my head, my pussy spread wide as he slammed himself in and out of me.

  I’d said he couldn’t possibly go inside me any deeper… he’d proved me wrong.

  I moaned with every downward thrust, and groaned with every upward pull out.

  It had hurt at first, but, as he was pounding into me, first slowly, and then faster and faster, his cock had hit my cervix.

  I had no idea a man’s cock could do that.

  But his had.

  And it had hurt.

  God, had it hurt.

  For a few moments.

  And then it became like an electrical shock every time he hit it.

  Soon it was intoxicating, the feeling of not only being full to bursting with Joshua’s manhood, but to have it be so deep inside me that it was literally knocking on my cervix.

  I stared up into his beautiful faded green eyes and couldn’t get over the reality that this was actually happening. Joshua Blake was fucking me, my tool of a stepbrother had metamorphosed into the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful man in my world.

  Sexier than Zac Efron, Brad Pitt, and Nick Jonas put together.

  And hello, he was right here, his sexy, tight, bulging body on top of me.

  Joshua was staring into my eyes, really staring into my eyes.

  And then he leaned down and kissed me.

  One of those deep, soft, slow kisses.

  My mind, my heart and soul were under a blissful, peaceful spell.

  My body, though, was pulsing, vibrating, shuddering like I had a live electrical
wire in my hand.

  Joshua’s breaths came hard and ragged, his hips pumping down into me with desperate abandon.

  “God… fuck, Cali… fuck!”

  I felt myself diving head first into the waves of glorious, swirling pleasure. I was going to drown in it, happily drifting further and further towards the bottom of a sea of bliss, or rapture… or blow the back of my head out with the almightiest of all orgasms.

  I swear I heard Ain’t No Mountain High Enough as I clutched onto Joshua with my arms, my legs, my wet, quivering sex. The chorus played not just once while we were mattress bouncing our way to the promised land, but three times in a row.

  Was I have auditory delusions, or were we having such great sex God was playing a 1960s soul/pop hit directly into my brain.

  “Cali,” Joshua said, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. “Do you hear that?”

  I looked up at him in surprise. “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough?”

  He nodded. “Yeah. It’s creepy.”

  It wasn’t creepy, but if he could hear it, then it wasn’t just in my head, and it had to be coming from somewhere.

  And then it hit me.

  My phone.

  That was mom’s personal ringtone.

  In my orgasmic state of grace, I’d lost all control of my body and mind, and had forgotten that that was mom’s ringtone.

  I reached over and snagged my iPhone from my bedside table, clicked on my missed calls and found three of the suckers, and they were all from mom.

  She’d left one message.

  So I clicked on it. I also clicked to put it on speakerphone.

  “Cali, why aren’t you picking up? Are you in bed again?” Okay, that made me feel all kinds of guilty. Joshua’s cock throbbed inside me, making me groan.

  “Well, I just called because your father and I decided we’re missing you and your brother, and since you only get a few weeks break before you have to go back to school, and we’ll have months to honeymoon while you’re gone… we’re cutting our honeymoon short.”

  What?

  “We’ll be home tomorrow.”

  Joshua stared into my eyes in disbelief.

  “Shit,” we said in chorus.