by Andrea Niles
She raised an eyebrow at him.
"With Chinese food? That seems a little messy."
He huffed a laugh.
"That isn’t what I meant. I just thought it might be nice to sit in the quiet a while."
Andrea couldn't argue with that. Sometimes it was nice to shut everything off and just enjoy the peace of the apartment with only the two of them in it. At least when it was peaceful. Things had a tendency to become a little less than calm in the later part of the evening. Andrea settled in with her food, eating quietly. She could hear Darren breathing next to her, the occasional muffled sounds of chewing. It was a nice way to be.
A while later, she set her empty boxes of food aside. Darren was just finishing his too, and she got up to throw them all away, answering his thanks with a nod. When she walked back in, he was still lounging where she’d left him, socked feet resting on the coffee table and arms thrown over the back of the couch, his head leaned back, but there was a shift in his manner. She felt his eyes following her across the room and she glanced at him from under her lashes, lips curving up. It seemed he wasn't in the mood to waste any time. When she settled back on the couch beside him, she made sure to snuggle in close, her head resting against his shoulder, her arm over his chest.
"I believe," he said, lifting his head and stroking the backs of his bent fingers against her cheek to make her look up at him. "That I promised to make it up to you."
He had. The memory of it, and the promise in his voice, made her start to warm, and she shifted a little next to him, knowing he would feel the anticipation in the movement.
"Why don't you get up and go to the bedroom, and I'll meet you there in a few minutes?"
She moved to rise and he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, leaned up to steal a kiss. It was a long kiss, slow and tender and the kind they didn’t have the time or the privacy for at work. Andrea let herself sink into it with a sigh, his hand on her cheek steadying her. When they broke apart, she licked the taste of him from her lips, and saw his eyes darken. She smiled.
In his bedroom, she didn't bother wasting any time. She knew what he wanted when he sent her back ahead of him. With a glance toward the door that opened on the hallway, she stripped out of her scrubs and pulled her hair free from its tight ponytail, loosing the heavy dark fall of it to spill over her shoulders and well down her back.
Under the scrubs she was wearing practical underwear, but she had something nicer with her, had brought it on purpose, knowing what tonight would bring. It would be convenient, and pleasant, she thought as she changed, to keep some of those nicer things here, where they would always be ready for her, but of course she couldn't. It was too much of a risk that someone would find something out. Everything they did was careful, quiet, sneaking around in the shadows where no one would see. Sometimes she wished it didn't have to be that way. Most of the time, she didn't care so long as she could be with him. He was hers, no matter what anyone else thought, and that was enough.
Andrea knew the black lace looked good on her, setting off her blue eyes and dark against skin tanned golden by the California sun she made a point of lounging in on her days off. Darren liked the cut of this particular bra – the way it made her already full breasts look even more ample. She stretched out on the bed, resting on her side with one hand on her hip and her chin resting in the other hand. He would be in any moment.
Chapter 4 – Together
Andrea heard Daren's footsteps in the hall before she saw him, silhouetted against the brighter light from the other room. She saw him pause in the doorway, lingering to look her over from that vantage, his wine glass in his hand. As he stepped into the bedroom, she saw that he was smiling.
"Have I told you," he inquired as he settled down on the edge of the bed, setting both the wine glasses on the night stand. "That you are a goddess?"
She was pretty sure he had, but that didn't mean she didn't want to hear it a few times more. She smiled.
"Not enough."
"No?" He looked down at her with a grin that said he knew exactly what she was up to and didn't mind in the least. "Then I'll have to remedy that."
One of his hands - strong, careful doctor's hands - settled against her side and traced the curves there, lingering over the lacy waistband of her underwear, though he did not yet make any attempt to have them off. He shifted, turning so he lay the same way she did, pressing her onto her back on the bed and settling over her, still fully-clothed.
She liked the contrast, the slightly rough rub of his jeans against her bare skin. Sliding her legs apart to let him lay between them, Andrea looked up at him with her lower lip pulled between her teeth, and he braced himself on one arm, the fingers of his free hand tangling in her hair.
"You," he said, his hand slowly but firmly pulling her head back so that he could press his mouth to her neck. "Are a goddess."
He bit her, just short of hard enough to mark, and Andrea gasped.
"Absolutely beautiful."
Another kiss, another bite. Andrea started to squirm a little beneath him, wanting more. He shifted so that his leg was pressed between her thighs, up against the place she most wanted to be touched, and she rocked her hips against the steady pressure of it, feeling the friction through the thin fabric of her underwear.
"And," he continued. "Absolutely mine."
The last word came out low and possessive, and the hunger in it send a little shudder down Andrea's spine. Her hips hitched against his thigh, her fingers curling a little tighter. He bit down on her collarbone hard enough to leave a faint purple stain where his teeth had been, sure the mark would be covered by her uniform, and she swallowed a moan. His answer was another sharp nip.
"I want to hear you," he ordered.
He knew it wasn't always easy for her to be vocal, knew that the sound of her own noises filling the room made her cheeks heat with embarrassment, but there was pleasure in her for it too, and he knew that. He knew all of her. Andrea let the moan slip out then, and he soothed the sting of the bite with his tongue.
"Good," he purred against her throat.
Reaching up over her, he opened one of the drawers in the nightstand and pulled out a long strip of soft black fabric, followed by a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs. Andrea swallowed around the sudden tightness in her throat, new heat flushing her cheeks and sparking through her blood.
"Arms above your head."
Andrea complied, reaching up toward the wrought iron of the headboard. She hand asked him once if he’d chosen the headboard for how easy it was to tie people to, and he had laughed and informed her that was exactly the reason for his choice. He buckled one wrist into its cuff, checking to make sure it was not too tight before he hooked the chain around one of the rails of the headboard and buckled the other one shut, leaving her caught in them. Andrea pulled a little to test them, the way she always did. They held firm, and she whimpered softly with new need. Darren smiled above her.
"Don't worry," he said, settling the blindfold over her eyes and fastening that too. "I know exactly what you need."
Unable to see him, Andrea concentrated on other sensations, on the sounds he made as he moved, the way bed dipped under him. She could tell he was taking off his shirt, his jeans. It was a little cruel of him to deny her the view, but she had seen it before. When his leg moved away, Andrea rocked her hips against nothing, making a soft, pleading sound she knew he liked to hear.
"Patience," his voice said above her. "You'll get everything you want."
Andrea tugged against the restraints again, hearing the rattle of the chain that linked them.
A moment later, he settled over her once more, and this time his bare skin was pressed to her own. He reached up and unfastened the front catch of her bra, letting it fall out to her sides. She felt his breath against her skin as he bent down toward her, and writhed a little in disobedient impatience. He chuckled.
His teeth caught one of her nipples gently between them, his tongue flicking over
the taut little bud. Andrea took a sharp breath, fingers curling around the rungs of the bed. The gentle nip became a slightly harder one, and then he was moving across to her other nipple, repeating the teasing. Andrea was breathing fast and a little uneven, writhing already. Darren stroked a palm down between her breasts and over the curves of her stomach, down to the waistband of her underwear, then back up again, making her plead with little moans and rolls of her hips.
"You look so good like this," he told her, sounding almost smug. "You'd look even better without these, though, I think."
She hated the way he could stay so self-possessed when she was falling apart underneath him. Hated and loved it, both, because it was really kind of hot.
His fingers curled in the elastic, and he pulled her underwear down off her legs, his hands pushing her thighs open wide as he settled between them once more.
"Tell me what you want."
He knew what she wanted. Andrea strained up toward him as his fingers caught her nipple between them, tugging just enough to give an edge of pain to the pleasure. It only made it better. Only made her want more.
"Touch me, Darren. Please."
"Touch you?"
His nail flicked against her other nipple.
"I am touching you."
She made a frustrated, wanting sound low in her throat.
"You know where I want you, Darren. Please."
"Hmm." She could feel his eyes on her, sliding the length of her body and back up again. "I do," he admitted. "I happen to know exactly where you want me to touch you."
His fingers slid up the lips of her sex, and she arched, legs sliding even wider apart of their own accord, and his answering sound was pleased. Another stroke of his fingers, sliding down to where she's wet, and when they moved back up he stroked her clit with them. Slow, firm strokes, until she was bucking under his hand, clutching the headboard, her head tossing against the pillow. She knew he liked that view: her hair spilling out around her, her fingers white-knuckled and her legs open wide. He'd told her before, in detail, just how he felt about it.
"Tell me how you want it," he said, sliding his fingers into her now, pressing them against the spot inside her that made stars sparkle across the backs of her eyelids.
"Fast," she said. "Hard. Darren. Please."
Sometimes he liked to tease her, liked to drag it out until she was begging. But this time he seemed happy to oblige. She felt him moving, lifting her legs up over his own thighs so that her hips were tipped up, so that she could feel the head of his length against her entrance. He lingered there a moment, teasing, sliding his cock in between her labia, making her breath catch.
"Come on. Please."
He pressed all the way in then, and the familiar stretch of him opening her was as perfect as it always was. Andrea moaned his name as he drew out, and when he thrust back in it was hard and fast, the way she had asked for. Another thrust, and she rose to meet him as well as she could bound to the headboard, rocked into every new slide of his cock. God.
"Darren. Darren."
The word dropped from her lips like it was the only word she could remember, and he leaned down over her so that the base of his cock rubbed against her clit as he moved, so that her hard nipples rubbed against his chest as he claimed her mouth with his own, his tongue taking her as deep as his cock was. The sounds she made were caught and muffled between them.
One of his hands tangled again in her hair, holding her head in place. He was moving faster, harder, the sound of skin against skin and the little moans and groans that escaped the lock of their lips filling the room. It was good. It was exactly what she wanted.
He pulled back from her lips and kissed down her neck again, tugged at the lobe of her ear gently with his teeth. She whimpered and bucked beneath him. With every stroke his cock rubbed against that place inside her, against her clit, and she knew that she wouldn't last long. Hoped he would let her come. It went on and on, the heat tightening inside her, winding itself up until every nerve was trembling with the need to let go.
"Please. Darren."
"Yes," he said, generous. "Yes. Come for me."
She came, sobbing his name, clenching around him, and she felt him still and shudder against her, following her over the edge. For a moment, they lay stay, breathing together. Then Andrea moved, and the chain on the cuffs jingled.
She couldn’t see Darren’s smile, but she could hear it when he spoke.
“Uh-uh.” His hand reached down, fingers stroking gentle over her over-sensitive clit, making her shudder with the overload of sensation. “You’ll be staying there for a while, my love. Round two starts now.”
Andrea slumped back against the mattress with a gasp.
It was going to be a long night.
She was looking forward to it.
STEPBROTHER ROMANCE
My Hot Extravagant Stepbrother
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – The Unexpressed Feelings
Chapter 2 – Gideon’s Secret
Chapter 3 – A New Unleashed Desire
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Chapter 1 – The Unexpressed Feelings
Rita sighed. This would be her first weekend alone in a long time. Her hot stepbrother Gideon would be here with her, and it would be their first weekend alone together. Of course, it would be the first since her new feelings started to bubble up, and she knew that her extravagant stepbrother would probably end up finding out sooner or later about the feelings that she had for him. Of course, she didn’t know how to go about telling him that, so Rita watched him from afar.
She had a crush on her stepbrother for a very long time. The two of them were close for a while, that is until Gideon moved out and went to college. Rita was still 16 at the time, and in four years the two of them were together again. Of course, puberty happened to both and things changed, and since he came back and started living with them again, everything had changed between them. Rita had a small schoolgirl crush before, but now that their true feelings have been revealed, it was obvious that they would have to figure things out sooner or later, or at least Rita had to. She was practically infatuated with her, and she didn’t know what to do about it.
For one, her parents would probably kill her. Her mother remarried after the divorce, but she was still in contact with
her father. Rita did visit them, and if her dad found but he would probably cuss out his ex for being so stupid with her choices in men, and then he would proceed to probably skin Gideon alive. That is, if he felt the same way about her. Her mother was kind of cool about that sort of thing, but her new husband wasn’t. He didn’t want Rita dating anyone period, much less a man that was his son. It was taboo, but that only made the desires that Rita had for the other man stronger.
She scampered downstairs to the kitchen, where Gideon was. He was shirtless, and he gave her a warm smile in greeting. She froze, the blood rushing to her head, as she looked at her stepbrother, the man who was two years her senior.
“Hey there Rita. What you up to?” Gideon asked.
“Oh nothing. Just getting breakfast and then saying goodbye to mom and Thomas,” she replied. She didn’t like calling her stepbrother by the name dad or anything. It felt strange to her, and she didn’t like it.
“Okay. Well I guess it’ll be just the two of us this weekend. That will be fun, it’ll kind of be like old times in a way,” he said.
Sure, except for the fact that she had the biggest crush on her stepbrother and would rather tell him that than anything else.
“I guess,” she said in a nonchalant manner.
“What, you not excited?” he teased
The truth was, she was very excited, very very excited, but she wasn’t going to give Gideon the satisfaction of knowing that.
“I guess, but I would rather not talk about that. For now, I’m just going to get my breakfast and sit at the table. I’ll have fun later on,” she said. She just wanted to get away, because the way Gideon was looking at her made her blush.
“Fine Rita. But don’t tell me you’re not excited. That’s bullshit if so,” he said.
