Stepbrother Desires (Billionaire Contemporary Romance)

by James, Bianca

  I was confused, too. I had no idea what I wanted. That’s why I ran. Because it was wrong. Because I was afraid of what people would say. Because I was confused.

  “I don’t know.” I lowered my head. I couldn’t look him in the eyes. Those enticing eyes. They were all but irresistible. I couldn’t look at them.

  His fingers gently curled under my chin and tilted my head back so my gaze met his. I could see the longing and underlying hurt in his eyes. He was afraid, too. Afraid of being hurt. Afraid of starting something we might never be allowed to finish.

  I wanted to run. I wanted to get out of there and run far away and start over. Somewhere safe. Somewhere he couldn’t find me again.

  My bottom lip quivered. I could barely force the words out.

  “I don’t want to be just another one of your conquests … another one of your fuck and dump girls.”

  He looked at me seriously. His eyes bore into me, right into my heart and soul.

  “I can see that I’ve got some explaining to do. I really think you’ve got the wrong idea, which is all my fault. If I’d known how you felt …”

  Chapter 22

  Tyler

  I’d made a rod for my own back. All the hard work I’d put in building up a reputation as guy who always got lucky with the ‘ladies’ was coming back to bite me fair and square on the ass. Working so hard to fit in with the guys in high school and college just so I could live a normal life instead of always being heir to the ‘Reynolds fortune’ and treated like I was, somehow, special or different was bringing me some real bad karma.

  “Do you have any idea what it’s like to grow up as the only child in one of the wealthiest families in the state? The pressure. The loneliness. Being watched and monitored all the time and constantly being compared to my father when he was my age. You can’t imagine.”

  “What’s that got to do with not being able to keep your dick in your pants?”

  Fair question, I guess.

  “I just wanted to fit in. I grew up being the ‘entitled kid’ and treated like a pariah by my classmates. It was lonely and I hated it. Being an only child at home was bad enough, but I always hoped I’d have more fun in school than I did.

  “So, in high school and college I worked harder to blend in with the other guys and become more like them. But I needed an edge and using my charm with the ‘ladies’ made me appealing not only to them, but to the guys who wanted to make moves on their friends as well. The better I appeared to do with the girls, the more popular I became with the guys.” I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about how smart the idea seemed. At the time, anyway.

  “So you became like a college pimp or something?”

  “Hell no! Come on, give me a break. I was just trying to be popular with the guys so I could be part of a peer group for once instead of the rich kid who nobody wanted to hang out with. Those girls were just for show. I hardly dated any of them, but I had to make it look convincing.”

  “You had me convinced alright. I’m still convinced.”

  “Remember how I told you that I had a thing for you, but didn’t want anyone to know, so I made fun of you a bit?”

  “A lot,” she threw in quickly.

  “OK, a lot. Anyway, I thought that being seen with a few other girls might stop the folks and my buddies from working how I really felt.”

  “Why couldn’t you say anything to me?” she asked. Her voice wavered with raw emotion.

  “You mean apart from the fact that you were too young to deal with it at the time, or the fact that you were my legal stepsister or have you forgotten who my father is and how he’d react if he found out I was doing something that might disgrace his precious family name? Have I left anything out?”

  “So why are you here now? What’s changed? Our folks are still married. Your father is still who he is. What’s different now?”

  “You, for one thing. When I saw you at the club, I saw a beautiful, confident, fit and motivated woman. Not my younger stepsister. I saw you for the person you really are and when I realized you were my stepsister, I simply didn’t care. I decided my heart was more important than keeping other people happy.”

  “But you were disgusted by me. I could see it on your face,” she whimpered while trying to hold back the tears that threatened to flood her eyes.

  “No. You couldn’t be more wrong. I was in shock. I had no idea who you were. I didn’t recognize you with the hair and the … well … hot body.”

  “You think I’m hot?” she asked, her eyes pleaded for my approval.

  “Well, yeah, but it’s not just that. I can’t explain it, it’s just a feeling. Like I’m drawn to you and you fill a need that’s been festering inside of me for a long time.”

  Chapter 23

  Anna

  Was he telling the truth? Had I really been fooled by the tissue of deceit my stepbrother had surrounded himself with? Or was he the womanizing man-whore I’d always thought he was?

  One look into his sincere blue eyes and I was won over. The truth was written all over his arrestingly handsome face.

  Before I could over analyze the bizarre situation any more, I made a decision and threw caution to the wind. I hooked my hand over Tyler’s belt buckle and walked backward to my bedroom, pulling him along with me. I felt no resistance from him at all as another expression became apparent on his face.

  “You can wipe that big shit eating grin off your face, mister.” I joked as I continued to draw him into my bedroom.

  His eyes smoldered with lust and yearning as we approached the bed. We’d come too far. There was no turning back now, even if either of us had any doubts. The heat between my thighs and the way his face darkened with primal desire told me quite clearly that doubt had long since left the building. We were both hungry for each other and our ravenous appetites had been frustrated far too long.

  Everything was happening at once. My fingers traced the outline of his bulging pecs through his silky shirt as his hardened erection brushed against my thigh, further igniting the heat rising up from down there. At the same time, his hands urgently cupped and squeezed my breasts, forcing my nipples to erupt in exquisite ecstasy. My breathing was ragged and shallow. The warmth of his breath against the nape of my neck made me shudder with anticipation. I wanted that feeling to last. I wanted it to be over. Every nerve in my body screamed to be touched and kissed by him. Everywhere. All at once.

  “Do you want me to slow down?” he whispered gently into my ear before swirling his tongue inside the sensitive, shell like cavity.

  I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t waste a precious moment speaking. Purring, I shook my head slightly. That was all he needed.

  Before I knew it, he had my blouse off and thrown into a corner of the room. My bra quickly followed. Now it was that delicious sensation of skin on skin as his hands massaged my breasts before working their way around to my back and down to my butt.

  As he pulled me closer, I felt his hardness threaten to burst out of his pants. Undoing his belt, I began to unzip him. Slowly. Carefully. You couldn’t be too careful down there, after all. I stroked his full length through the fabric of his pants to get my bearings before going any further. It felt like it went on forever and it pulsed as I caressed its head with my fingertips. I couldn’t wait to see it and touch it properly, so I pulled the waistband of his boxers and pants over his hips and removed them in a single, swift movement as I squatted down to untangle his feet from them.

  Suddenly, I was eye level with the most magnificent specimen of a cock I’d ever laid eyes on. Not that I’d laid eyes on that many, mind you. But still, I knew a good one when I saw one and this was a mighty fine one, for sure. Crowned with a bulbous, flared head, it just about screamed at me to take it in my mouth. But I’d never done that before, not that a few of my college boyfriends hadn’t tried to make me. Now I wanted it. I wanted that special intimacy. Opening as wide as I could, I took the head of his cock in my mouth and tried my best not to gag.

/>   “What are you doing?” I heard him ask from above me.

  Releasing him from my mouth, carefully avoiding catching the rim of his head on my teeth, I looked up and smiled.

  “And I thought I was the inexperienced one here.”

  “No, I mean … well … you don’t have to do that.”

  “Maybe I want to,” I said as I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, ending with a flicker with the tip on the tender underside of his head.

  “Oh, shit.”

  “Did I do something wrong?” I was worried I’d done something to ruin the moment.

  “Hell no! I feel like I’m going to explode.”

  I couldn’t help myself. I gave him another suck, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could without choking on his girth and wrapped my hand around his pulsing shaft. I loved how it felt and how it responded to my touch.

  Chapter 24

  Tyler

  She was wet. Seriously wet. My fingers grazed the outside of her panties and they were moist to my touch. I loved the warmth I felt there and knew the heat rising inside her was because of me.

  “Mmmmm,” she purred. “Don’t tease ...”

  Knowing an invitation when I heard one, I plunged my hand inside her panties and took a moment to enjoy her tender, velvety folds before parting them with my fingers and plunging into the moist, hot channel that begged for attention. Her hips thrust toward me, forcing me deeper. She felt so tight. My cock twitched as I imagined how it would feel to bury myself deep inside her.

  Steering her back toward the bed, I guided her to the edge, then gently pushing her so she lay on the bed covers with her butt right on the edge. She raised her pert little ass to give me room to help her wiggle out of her tight shorts, leaving her wearing nothing but a pair of damp, silky panties. She looked stunning and the scent of her arousal was making me heady with desire and the overpowering need to devour her.

  Trailing kisses up the inside of her smooth, toned thighs she moaned and writhed as I got closer. I wanted to savor the moment before I savored her, so I paused. She whimpered impatiently, arching her back to close the gap between her waiting folds and my lips.

  Not yet, sweetheart.

  My tongue traced a path from the edge of her panties down to the backs of her knees, along her shapely calf, all the way down to her ankle. I slipped her shoes off and threw them aside. She crossed both feet behind my head and drew me closer, close enough that I could slip my fingers inside her panties and pull them down, exposing her splendid, shaved pussy.

  Threading her feet through her underwear, I worked my way back up toward her warm, waiting sex. Again, she locked her legs over my shoulders and used her heels against my back to pull me toward her. I loved the feeling of having her want me down there, eager to be feasted upon. And I was just as eager to oblige.

  As soon as my tongue swept across her silky outer folds, I felt her entire body tremble before she used her feet to pull my head closer. As I licked and sucked, she kept a tight grip with her feet, showing no sign of letting me go, so I continued gently sucking each fold deeper into my mouth. Anna mewled with pleasure as I moved from one side of her pussy to the other.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned as I felt her body convulse.

  Teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue caused her smoldering arousal to flare wildly. She seized handfuls of my hair and pulled me hard against her, crushing her sex charged mound hard against my face, grinding her hips rhythmically. I tried to be gentle, but she wasn’t having any of that, so I sucked and licked her in time with her thrusts.

  “Oh God! Oh God! Oh my fucking …”

  She damn near pulled my hair out and hammered her heels into my back as she convulsed and cried out. I don’t think I’d ever seen, or heard, anyone come quite like that before.

  Chapter 25

  Anna

  I lost control. Totally. Wave after wave of pure euphoria ripped through me from head to toe and everywhere in between. I’d never felt anything like it and had no idea it could be like that. It was absolutely amazing and left me satisfied all over.

  But there was no time to rest. I looked down and saw that Tyler’s massive boner was still eagerly awaiting attention and looking at it made me want it all the more. I needed him inside me, filling me with every delightful inch of his generous, impressive cock.

  As I scooched back on the bed, I gestured for him to kneel between my splayed legs.

  “Fuck me, Tyler. I want you inside me.” I looked into his eyes as I spoke. I needed to know he really wanted this and I knew, immediately that he did. I saw the lust and desire in his eyes, but I also saw a lot of love in the way he looked at me. I wanted him so badly.

  “Are you sure you’re —”

  “Fuck me already, Tyler. Now!”

  With the tip of his cock poised at my slick entrance; he paused before continuing a little further. I sensed his hesitation and wondered if he’d figured it out yet.

  “Be gentle, but don’t stop, even if you think you’re hurting me. I want this and I want my first time to be with you.”

  “Wait … you’re really a —”

  “Don’t say it. Please don’t.” I shook my head. “Just do it. Take me and let me share this with you. Please?” I pleaded.

  And with that, he entered me. Slowly but forcefully, not stopping even when my face betrayed the discomfort I felt momentarily. When he was buried to the hilt, he remained still.

  “Let me feel your arms around me. Hold me tight,” I asked him.

  He lay gently on top of me, forcing himself even deeper in the process and it felt perfect. Like I was made for him. Every long, enjoyable inch of him gave me pleasure and I felt muscles relax to accommodate his girth, allowing me to really enjoy being filled by him.

  “You feel amazing,” I whispered into his ear, before nibbling at his earlobe, then his neck.

  “You feel pretty bloody good yourself. My God, it’s like you were made for me down there.”

  “I was thinking the same thing myself. I’m glad I waited. I wouldn’t want to share this moment with anyone else but you. This is perfect.”

  “I hate to spoil the moment, but I can’t hold off much longer. I need you. I want you,” he whispered with his lips lightly pressed against mine.

  “I want you, too. Give it to me. Let me feel you properly.”

  Tyler kissed me hard and deep, his tongue frantically seeking mine as he withdrew his cock until he was close to my entrance, then he rammed it hard and deep inside me. It all felt wonderful and again I lost control as I explored his mouth with mine, raked my nails down his back, clawed at his muscular butt each time he slammed himself into me like a man consumed with unbridled lust.

  This is what I wanted to share with him. I wanted to give myself to him fully and let him enjoy me in the most primal way possible. I wanted him to just let himself go.

  And he did.

  “Come for me Tyler. Show me you want me. Show me how much,” I gasped at him in between moans of pleasure and desire.

  My mouth clamped onto his neck as my legs wrapped around him, pulling him into me harder and deeper with each almighty thrust of his hips.

  “That’s it. Give it to me. Let me come with you. I want to come when I feel you come inside me.”

  His thrust became more hectic and I looked into his sparkling blue eyes. I wanted to look at him as he came.

  “Look at me when you come,” I demanded as I raked his back desperately and crossed my legs over his delightfully tight ass.

  My own pleasure was mounting, as much from what he was doing to me as watching him give in to his carnal instincts. I was close now and fought to keep my eyes locked onto his as he buried himself one final time and filled me with liquid heat as his eyes rolled back and his entire body shuddered out of control.

  As his cock pulsed inside me, pumping me full of his warm seed, I allowed myself to let go and succumb to the wave of climax that I couldn’t control, even if I’d wanted to.


  “Yes! Yes! Fill me. Empty yourself in me. I can feel it. It’s beautiful,” I heard myself scream.

  My muscles contracted over and over, squeezing his cock, milking it of every precious drop. Each time I squeezed him, he’d shudder slightly and smile at me. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. The look on his face said it all.

  We lay entwined. I’d lost count of how many times it had been, but it was enough that we were both spent. Tyler’s rhythmic breathing hinted at him having dozed off. I think I had, too, but woke to the wonderfully secure sensation of being wrapped in his powerful, protective arms and feeling his warm breath lightly against the back of my neck as he spooned me.

  I was in heaven.

  Epilogue

  The Wall Street Journal

  Exclusive Interview with

  T.J. Reynolds III

  Tyler Reynolds III has shared, exclusively with The Wall Street Journal, the story behind his dramatic split from the family owned Reynolds Oil & Gas Company and his reasons behind walking away from the family fortune.

  Firstly Tyler, thank you for agreeing to share your story with us today and I believe congratulations are in order?

  Yes, it’s official, my beautiful wife, Anna, is expecting our first child at Christmas. I can’t wait to be a dad!

  There was a lot of speculation when you walked away from Reynolds Oil & Gas. There were no official press releases and none of the family members, your father in particular, were available to comment.

  My father and I had what you might call, differences of opinion. My grandfather, who practically raised me while my father built the company to what it is today, always believed in working with local residents and contributing to the communities that were impacted by our oil and gas interests.

  Sadly, my father took a different stand, his widespread use of hydraulic fracturing or ‘fracking’ as it’s known, being just one example. I couldn’t, in all good conscience continue to work for a company that earned its revenue in that way. So I walked out.