Risk: A Military Stepbrother Bad Boy Romance

by Lucas, Helen

  “Now, where were we?” he asked as he set aside his guitar. I flung myself into his arms, sitting on his lap and wrapping my legs around him, feeling my sex press against his belly—really, his hard abs pressed against my sex, tensing as he held me, as his hands slid under my t-shirt to find my naked back. I gasped, feeling his strong hands on my bare naked skin for the first time in weeks.

  “Oh, god, Damien… Bro…” I murmured, pressing myself into him, pressing my lips against his, our mouths melding together, tongues dueling. “God, Damien… I’ve needed this…”

  “You only had to ask…” he grunted in between our kisses as his hands slid down to my lower back. His nails dragged along my skin, leaving shallow scratches in my pale flesh. I gasped in pleasurable pain, arching my back and pressing myself harder and harder into him.

  Now, his powerful hands were on my lower back. Now, they held me tight, held my hips and pulled me against him hard. I murmured, groaning as my most tender parts were crushed against the muscles barely contained by his shirt.

  “Damien…” I murmured again, his name like wine on my lips. I hooked my fingers underneath his wife beater and dragged it over his head, mussing up his hair in the process and leaving him shirtless—his well-muscled chest practically gleaming in the late evening sunshine streaming in through my window, casting shadows along his muscles, lighting up his tattoos, his nipples hard against his well-formed pecs.

  I leaned down and caught one of his nipples in my mouth and bit him. He gasped and I liked that.

  “Jesus, Sarah… Gentle…”

  “You’re never gentle with me,” I teased back, biting him again and trailing my tongue around the hard flesh of his nipple. “Why should I be gentle with you?”

  He didn’t reply. He just grabbed my ass hard through my pajama pants and then forced my own shirt over my head, revealing my naked chest. I giggled as I pressed my breasts against his chest, feeling my nipples crush against his, gasping as he picked me up by my hips, my legs still wrapped around him, and carried me over to my bed.

  He laid me down on the bed, and began to slide my pajama pants down my legs. I reached out half-heartedly, as if to stop him.

  “Wait, I’m gross. I haven’t shaved in such a long time.”

  “Do I look like I care?” he asked, rolling his eyes with a smile. I bit my lip.

  “You’re still beautiful, dummy,” he whispered as he finished working them down my legs. “You’re still the same person, even if you haven’t shaved. Don’t forget that.”

  “God, I know you’re right…” I whimpered as he drew his finger tips up over my legs. I gasped in delight as his fingers found their way behind my knees, tickling the soft, sensitive flesh. I writhed beneath him, totally naked, knowing that it was only a matter of time before he attacked me, before his sex was inside of mine, inside of my body, as I held onto his cock tightly with my insides…

  But his finger tips for now were so intoxicating, there was nothing I could do to resist them. I gasped, writhing for him as he scratched me, as he dragged his fingers over my body, as he tortured me, as he made me his—all without fucking me.

  Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted his cock.

  I sat up, my fingers flying to his belt buckle, starting to unbuckle him as fast as I possibly could. He laughed as my fingers fumbled over the buckle.

  “Wow, antsy much?”

  “I haven’t gotten any in two weeks,” I murmured as I finally finished undoing his pants. “I’ve been craving this cock…”

  “All you had to do was ask.”

  “I was too catatonic to know that’s what I needed,” I whispered as I unzipped his jeans, slid his underwear down, and wrapped my fingers around his thick, enormous shaft. “I was too sad to realize you were what I needed all along.”

  His hand found its way to my cheek. We looked into one another’s ours, my blue eyes eating up his dark brown orbs and vice-versa.

  “I’m here for you, babe,” he whispered. “Don’t you forget that.”

  “I won’t,” I whispered. “I promise. I…”

  I was about to say those three most dangerous of words but I stopped myself. I wasn’t about to ruin a good thing with… emotions. We already had enough of that and I didn’t want to scare him off. Not after everything that had happened.

  I held his cock tight and pressed my lips to the tip, tasting his salty precum, tasting my meatiness of his flesh as I worked my tongue all around the tip, savoring it, washing it, lavishing attention on it and worshipping it. I worked my way down, as if scrubbing or polishing an ancient relic in a museum or a temple, my tongue dancing along the ridges of his cock, tracing his veins and finding the secret spots that made him gasp in delight.

  “Oh, fuck, I’ve missed this…” Damien murmured. “You’re a natural, you know that?”

  “I remember you saying something about that…” I whispered in between the tender licks and nibbles I lavished on his engorged member. I loved the way it throbbed beneath my tongue, the way his blood flowed in his flesh. I loved feeling him hard, and feeling him want me—and I loved the way he only seemed to harden the more I licked him, the more I sucked him, the more love and attention I gave his cock.

  Now, I took him into my mouth, placing my hands on his hips. More accurately, I slid my hands down the back of his pants, the back of my step-brother’s pants, and grabbed his ass cheeks, delighting in the firm flesh that my fingers found, ready for my to tease and squeeze as I eased his cock into my mouth.

  “Oh, goddamn…” Damien gasped as I massaged his ass and as I engulfed his member with my wet, hungry mouth, leaning his head back and seemingly involuntarily pressing his hips forward, driving his cock into my waiting mouth. I gagged ever so slightly as it slid down my throat, but my skills, apparently, were intact as, I learned by the time Damien had embedded his length up to the hilt in my eager throat.

  “Jesus Christ, you’ve only gotten better at this,” he whispered as I pulled off his cock slowly, dragging my lips agonizingly across his cock, my lips squeezing him, as if ready to milk his member.

  “Just think how good I’ll be with some practice,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire, and husky from having his length driven down my throat, hoarse in the best way possible. “I’ll have to wake you up before school with one of these.”

  Fat chance. There was no way I could get up before Damien. I didn’t have that kind of discipline. Still. It was nice to pretend, if only for the sake of a fantasy that might distract me from reality for a little bit…

  “Fuck yes, you will,” he growled, his fingers finding their way to the back of my head and running through my unwashed hair. I felt embarrassed by that, even as I slid my lips down his cock. I knew I shouldn’t—here I was sucking him off—why should he care what I looked like?

  But I wanted to look good for him. I wanted to impress him. I wanted to be more than just a blowjob to him.

  I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. Not because I didn’t want to think about them eventually, but because I knew that now was not the right time to worry about my relationship with my step-brother—the military badboy who I was now ravishing…

  I began to bob my head faster and faster, Damien grunting and guiding the back of my head, bearing down on me and even thrusting his hips into my face. I gagged a little bit, but it wasn’t bad—mostly, I loved the feeling of him being in control, of doing these nasty things to my lips—things that people at school would never imagine that I would be doing, that I would like.

  Not such a good girl now, huh?

  Harder and harder, I sucked him, worked his cock, savoring the way it throbbed and pulsed beneath my lips, dragging my teeth over his throbbing, prominent vein and savoring the way he gasped and twitched in response. He was getting close, I could tell, and I stepped up my game, pulling practically the entire way off of him and then impaling my face on him once more, letting his cock hit the back of my throat, then slide down, before pulling off him onc
e more, and then repeating the cycle over again, as my fingers drove my nails into his ass, practically drawing blood.

  “Shit!” he growled. “Sarah, fucking shit…”

  I felt his cock expand impossibly large in my throat and then, he cumming, filling my waiting mouth with his salty, delicious seed. I closed my eyes as I sucked down my brother’s cum, savoring the way it filled my cheeks and slid down my throat. Finally, he was done, and he sighed as he slid his limp cock out of my mouth.

  It took me another moment to swallow the rest of his seed, but I did, not wasting a single drop. The entire time, I played with his limp, slick cock, jacking it slowly and eliciting soft, half-pained, half-pleasured moans from my step-brother’s lips.

  “You don’t think you’re done, are you?” I whispered. “We need to get this thing hard again so you can fuck the shit out of me.”

  “Well, you know what to do.”

  And oh, boy. I did. My brother’s tattooed arms guided me to his cock once more and I took his flaccid member in my mouth, sucking on it hard, running my tongue around his limp dick. In moments, he was hardening, expanding in my mouth, getting bigger and bigger as it swelled to its previous size.

  “Shit, sis…” Damien groaned as I worked on his expanding cock, teasing his balls with my finger tips as I licked and teased his newly-invigorated tool.

  I lay back and spread my legs, holding them open wide and revealing to Damien my wet, pink parts. Without another word, he pressed his cock to my hole, rubbing the tip gently against my wetness. I gasped, his fingers finally on my pussy, finally touching me, the tip of his cock rubbing deliciously against my clit.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…” I whimpered as he rubbed himself against me, not once letting himself slide in, though several times he came close. I gasped with delight as my body tightened up in delicious anticipation of the meaty invasion that awaited me, his shaft all the while crushing itself into my throbbing clit and bringing me closer and closer with each moment…

  Meanwhile, his hands crushed and squeezed my breasts, but my skin was on fire with desire and I loved it, pressing my chest forward, pressing my hard little nipples into his palms, my desire hot and hungry for him and loving the way he tweaked my nubs, the delicious lightning bolts of pleasure ricocheting through my nerves, forming a triangle of pleasure, capped off at the bottom by his slick cock, always on the verge of impaling me.

  “Damien, please…” I moaned. “I’m going to cum…”

  He kept up his slow, deep rubbing and in moments, I was arching my back, pressing my chest forward shamelessly into his hands, into my big brother’s hands, as his cock brought me to orgasm just by rubbing against me! I gasped and groaned and writhed beneath him, wiggling like a little hussy, my pussy vibrating, shaking, squeezing, my entire being shuddering in delightful release.

  It was a cathartic moment—all of the grief, the anxiety, and pain of the last two weeks seemed to evacuate my body with that climax. It wasn’t that I was no longer sad about Mitch’s death, of course—I can say now that that wasn’t the issue. That’s not what happened. But Damien had shown me that there was still pleasure to be had. That there was still love to be shared.

  And I think that’s what Mitch would have wanted. In fact, I’m positive he would be overjoyed to know that I had cum from my brother’s cock rubbing against my clit, my lips still moist with his cum. Mitch would be over the moon delighted. Well, this one was for you, Mitchell.

  I was still shaking and vibrating in delight as Damien slid his hardness into my wetness, my body opening up easily for him. I was so wet and so sensitive that he slid it with no problem, my pussy practically sucking him in, while the mere sensation of his flesh on mine was enough to send me back into the stratospheres of pleasure all over again.

  “Oh, god, Damien…” I gasped, pressing my hips forward desperately, in a gloriously depraved attempt to take more of my brother’s cock into me, driving to gobble his flesh all up. “Please, baby, please… Fuck me. Fuck your little sister.”

  “You’re bad,” he growled, leaning over me and wrapping a hand around behind my head, taking hold of my hair and pulling hard. I gasped, arching my back, my body tightening around Damien’s cock, my flesh melding with his, demanding his, trying to devour his and force his seed out of his cock once more.

  I was like an animal in heat beneath my brother’s skilled hands as he flicked my nipples, stroked my belly, and kissed my lips, our passion knowing no limits, no bounds as he pistoned his cock in and out of me, pumping me harder and harder, faster and faster, our hips colliding in a constant explosion of desire and passion as my pussy opened up for him and as he speared me over and over again—a wild animal, hunted and killed for dinner…

  I wanted to be his dinner, and I wanted him to eat me all up. I wrapped my legs around him, shifting my hips and pulling him in deeper as I wrapped my arms around his broad, muscled shoulders, savoring the way he rode me, the way he fucked me, that way my body accepted his cock, sucked it in and consumed it. I loved the way his flesh embedded itself in mine, the way I wrapped around him and the way he stretched me.

  “Harder, baby. Harder. Fuck your little sister harder,” I whispered, pulling his head close and biting his neck, his ears, biting him all over as I pressed my hips forward to collide with his, taking him deeper and deeper, fucking myself on his cock as I felt his throbbing, swollen flesh start to expand inside of me.

  “Fuck,” Damien groaned. “Fucking hell…”

  I knew what those moans meant. And I knew what I would be rewarded with in moments. I arched my back in delight, let out a long, low moan, and whimpered as I received my prize—my brother’s hot seed, filling my tightness, rushing into my womb and filling me up. I felt so warm, so happy, so satisfied with his seed inside of me—I loved the way it stuck to my walls, the way it filled every nook and cranny of my insides… The way it made me feel loved.

  He collapsed on top of me, a deep sigh escaping his lips. He was still inside of me and I felt him start to grow soft, even as his seed flowed around his cock inside of me, even as his essence still escaped him, still leaked into me…

  “God, Damien, that was incredible…” I found myself whispering quietly, absentmindedly. I ran my fingers through his hair, through his dark, sweaty hair, savoring the smell of his body on top of me, savoring his weight, everything about him that there was to savor, to desire and to appreciate—all of it, I wanted all of it, I wanted to conquer him, just as he had conquered me…

  “Yeah, not too bad,” he said with a grin.

  “Not too bad? C’mon, that was great. I was great,” I said, hitting him playfully. He warded off my gentle strikes and held my hands down, pinning my arms to the bed. I gasped, giggling in surprise and also in titillation, especially as his lips joined with mine again. I felt him grow hard inside of me once more and I groaned into the kiss, his cock coming to life in my sore pussy.

  And then, he was moving in me again, holding me down, going slow and deep, each powerful thrust seeming to plumb my depths deeper than the last. This sex was agonizingly slow, even painful because he had already fucked me so hard, but I loved every second of it—loved the way he drove himself into me, loved the way my wet depths held onto him oh so tight, and I especially loved the way his lips never seemed to escape mine—not for one instant…

  He finished inside of me once more after I don’t know how long. We were both drunk on pleasure, intoxicated with love, and there was nothing else to do, nothing else to say. We had lost track of time, lost track of ourselves—here we were, ourselves alone, lost in a dark pleasure, the moon coming out by the time we were done.

  He pulled out of me finally, my body leaking his seed onto my bed. I’d have to clean that up later, I told myself, making a mental check list. It was time to reclaim my life.

  It was time to return to the world of the living. That’s what Mitch would want me to do, I know. That’s what I had to do—not just for myself, but for Damien.

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sp; For Dakota, even—hell, she could have run away from home in the last few weeks and I wouldn’t even have noticed.

  “Yeah, I’ll come to your show,” I whispered, as Damien was standing up, putting his pants back on, buckling his belt. I watched his gorgeous body move as he put his wife beater back on, watched his muscles dance beneath the tight fabric.

  “Yeah? Good.”

  “You’re welcome,” I said, a smirk on my lips. Lips that hadn’t smiled in weeks.

  “Fine, thank you,” he said, kicking my naked foot playfully. “There’s a school dance that night too.”

  “God, another one?”

  “A fall formal? Fall fling? Something like that. I don’t know. Something with alliteration.”

  “Are you going to go?”

  “I thought you might want to go.”

  I rolled onto my belly, arching my back and sticking my naked ass up in the air, stretching like a cat. I felt like a sex kitten, and I wondered if he would take the bait—would mount me like a wild animal all over again.