SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)

by Mia Carson

  I felt as if I was falling and started to panic before wave after wave of excruciating pleasure lifted me up and crashed through me. And it didn’t stop. He kept forcing himself urgently deep inside me and every firm plunge prolonged my orgasm. I couldn’t stop coming. He wouldn’t stop fucking me, and my loins wouldn’t stop exploding in rapture.

  “Oh…fuck. Oh…fuck.” I barely managed to breathe the words. “Won’t…you…ever…come? Please…I…can’t…take…much…more…”

  He pushed himself inside, deeper than he had ever gone before, and an uncontrolled scream ripped from my throat. I thought I could feel him pulsing there as my orgasm finally began to slip slowly away.

  We stayed like that for a long minute, panting against each other, his cock still firmly imbedded within me.

  “I… oh my. What just happened?” I stammered, my body vibrating. He smiled at me and, without a word, pulled out and lowered me to the ground. His cock was still rock hard, and after a quick check, I found he hadn’t come. “What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling inadequate. I mean, how difficult was it to make a man come?

  “Absolutely nothing.” He smiled. He led me this time, across the courtyard, holding his pants up with his free hand. “If I’m only going to get one shot with you, I’m damn well going to make the most of it.”

  He almost dragged me to the low wall that overlooked the parking lot, and with a force I was not used to, turned me and bent me over it. My heart was in my mouth. This felt dangerous, and I was not entirely comfortable. I had no chance to object, though, before he pushed my skirt up, exposing my ass and waiting, wet pussy, and shoved his dick back into me, hard.

  I cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure, as his tip hit something deep inside me. He pulled back out, slipping deliciously along my inside walls. I felt every vein and ridge as he glided across my most intimate areas. He stopped, a single, throbbing inch of him still poised exasperatingly at my slick entrance.

  “You want me inside you?” he whispered from behind me.

  “Yes,” I breathed, still trembling from my first orgasm. The sensations had not yet died, and every twitch of him or small movement sent exciting pulses though my body, edging me closer towards oblivion.

  “Beg,” he ordered.

  “Please.”

  “What was that? Please what?”

  “Please, fuck, put your big cock back inside me… Oh fuck!” I screamed as he penetrated me again, driving himself so deep I couldn’t take it. He slammed himself into me, over and over. Small yelps of pleasure erupted from me as he continued to thrust. I saw people crossing the parking lot below us. James leaned forward, still fucking me, and clamped his hand over my mouth. I was turned on even more, my cries changing to muffled gasps under his strong hand.

  He increased his pace. I swear his cock was growing. Those waves of ecstasy started lapping at the shores of my full pussy once more, bringing me closer and closer to coming again. I had lost control of myself again, and as I felt him shove so hard, one last time, I banged the wall beside me with my fist, then punched his arm, forcing his hand away from my mouth, and screamed in orgasm once more. My legs weakened, my knees trembled, and only his amazing dick, practically spearing me to the wall, stopped me from falling. My pussy felt like it was on fire as, finally, his cock released its hot load inside me. Pulse after pulse shot jet after jet of cum deep into my grateful pussy.

  A couple in the parking lot looked up at the noise, but we were hidden in the half-light. My body began to come back to itself, and I felt the final spasms of his orgasm fade, his iron bar of a dick softening. Both still panting, he dropped to the ground, and we scooted around until we were sitting side by side, our backs against the wall.

  “Well,” he muttered between breaths, “that was…”

  “I know…”

  My head was still spinning, and I couldn’t keep the stupid smile off my face as my body started to relax. A blissful feeling of quiet, stress-free euphoria exuded from my sore but satisfied pussy, flowing through every muscle and fiber of my body.

  “Now what?” I asked him.

  “I thought that was it.” He laughed as he stood and pulled up his pants. “But, if you like, I’d be honored if you let me buy you a drink.”

  “That’s a bit backwards,” I smiled. “But sure.”

  I let him help me up and wriggled my dress down so I was decent. Soon enough, we looked presentable, if a little sloppy.

  “By the way,” he said as we headed back into the hotel, “going commando? Nice!”

  James

  Fuck. What a fuck. That was the only way I could describe it. One world-class fuck. I figured that would be it, and I also figured we’d be up in my suite, not against a wall outside the hotel. I just couldn’t get enough of her, though. Summer. She was even more stunning close up than from across the hall. And so sexy. That hot mouth, those sultry, mischievous, pure-green eyes, that firm, beautiful butt. Man, that exquisite, smooth, and welcoming pussy.

  And the noises she made, the lack of kissing, the fact that she deliberately came to this dinner without any underwear. Everything about her was sheer sex. I was sure she would be gone as soon as I came. When she agreed to stick around, I felt my heart flip. We opted to make use of my suite over her regular room. I let her in, and she ran through to the bedroom immediately.

  “I’m starving. Can you order me a burger or something?” she called as she disappeared. I phoned room service for a couple of burgers and some fries. I had them add a bottle of champagne as well, for a touch of class. I heard the shower running as I hung up, and the bedroom door opened.

  “Summer…” I managed as I turned around, but the rest of the words disappeared from my brain altogether. She stood in the doorway that linked my suite’s lounge to its bedroom, piling her glorious hair up onto her head, completely naked. Despite the last ten minutes’ exertions, my cock began to stiffen again. Her skin was flawless, toned, and tanned. Her long neck drew down to her slender shoulders, which then filled out into the most perfect, pert, full pair of breasts I had ever seen, each pointed with a small, beautiful pink nipple. My dick grew larger as my eyes traveled down her luscious body, over her trim waist with a single silver bar piercing to highlight her naval, down her slim hips, and onto the bare mound between her supple, shapely legs. “Oh my god…” I realized it was me talking as her face showed an amused and contented smiled.

  “I think we need a shower, James,” she purred at me. “Follow me in your own time.”

  I stripped off my clothes and chased after her. The luxurious bathroom was finished in white and beige, with twin sinks on the marble countertop, a separate, claw-footed tub, and a shower big enough for six people. The screen door was open and steam quickly filled the room, but all I saw was Summer’s naked form in the cubicle. She faced away from me. My mind pictured the warm water cascading down her chin, pooling into small rivulets and running seductively down her bare breasts.

  I stole in behind her and ran my hands over her shoulders and down her arms to finally caress those stunning, stunning tits. My dick twitched as I touched her, throbbing gently against her equally sexy ass. I heard an appreciative moan as she reached back and wrapped her fingers softly around my engorged shaft. The light contact made me shudder, which seemed to please her more, causing her to tighten her grip on me.

  I slid my hands further down her body, across her flat stomach, down to the delicate skin over her smooth pussy. I brushed my finger over her clit, searching for entry to her warm, wet hole. She moaned again, pushed her hips out, and started to slowly pump my dick in her small fist. I rubbed my fingers gently and quickly between the light folds of her lips, over her sweet spot, and before long, her breathing grew more rapid as she ground herself against my hand. I felt her slick wetness against my fingers, despite the water falling down on us. Her moans became louder and more intense. My free hand roamed across her breasts, playing with her hard nipples, while she pushed her pussy further onto my fingertips. She
dropped my erection and placed both her hands on mine, forcing me harder onto her and deeper into her, guiding my touches just where she wanted them until, with a deep groan, her knees buckled and she came on my hand.

  We heard a tentative “Room service?” from the other room. I tried to let her go so I could take care of the waiter, but she grabbed my shaft again, breathing hard, and I could go nowhere.

  “Wallet’s on the dresser!” I shouted above the running water. Summer turned around, an impish grin on her face. “Just help yourself and close the door behind you!” was all I could yell as she dropped to her knees in front of me.

  I tried to remember how much cash was in my wallet and calculated that this little escapade may have just cost me an extra three hundred dollars when she banished all such thoughts from my head. Tantalizingly slowly, she wrapped her lips around the head of my dick. Those stunning green eyes were fixed on mine as she held me in her mouth, gently sucking on me like a popsicle before she took in as much of me as she could fit.

  She giggled softly as she felt me throb against the roof of her mouth, then took me in hand again and jerked the thick shaft of my cock, hard. I hissed as she pleasured my stiff member with so many different and ecstatic sensations, pausing every so often to prolong my agony as I pulsed against her. I was getting close, and she could sense it. Without a word, she stood and led me by the dick out of the shower and into the bedroom.

  “Lay down,” she breathed into my ear.

  Even freshly showered, I could still smell her, warm and sweet, like fresh cotton candy. She forced me gently down onto the thick, white, sheepskin rug. She stood over me as I lay on my back, my erection pointing straight up in the air, and slowly lowered herself. She guided me carefully towards her pussy, and as I slipped easily inside her, I let out a long breath that I didn’t know I was holding. Her eyes closed as she sunk down on me, a low, silent moan emanating from her mouth as my full length was enclosed in her warmth. Staying on her feet, pushing her pussy down onto me as far as she could, she stopped.

  Her hand appeared from behind her where it was steadying her against my thigh, and she slid it down between her open legs. Her eyes still shut, she rubbed her clit. Small, high groans escaped her lips, and she made slight bucking movements with me still deep inside her. Each tiny jolt worked the smallest friction against my sensitive cock, which felt amazing, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she touched herself on top of me. Within seconds, she was shaking her head violently from side to side.

  “Oh, oh, fuck!” she squealed and stopped touching herself. “Woo, a little mini one.” She smiled and curled each leg until she was kneeling over me instead of crouching. The movement pushed me even deeper inside her, which caused us to sigh simultaneously.

  She loved this power over me. She was perched above me like a cat toying with a doomed mouse. I reached up to fondle those fantastic titties. My fingers managed one gentle caress of her bullet-hard nipples before she seized my wrists, leaned forward, and pushed my hands to the floor above my head. Our faces were so close, our mouths mere inches apart, and I was sorely tempted to kiss those vaguely unforgiving lips.

  As if reading my mind, she smiled and ground herself on my dick, groaning as she pushed. I gasped instinctively. Still holding my wrists, she rocked back and forth on me, causing the sweetest sensations as the soft, velvet walls of her pussy surrounded, enclosed, and completely embraced my throbbing erection. I thrust my hips up, hitting her deeper inside, and she responded by bouncing on me, slowly at first, then steadily increasing her pace. Soft, guttural moans escaped her throat every time she drove herself down on me, while I kept pushing further, desperate to reach as far inside her as I could.

  Summer closed those amazing green eyes and started screwing herself down on me even more urgently. She let go of my wrists and sat back up. Our thrusting speed increased to a frenzied pace, every muscle in our bodies focused on the sexual points fused together, straining to reach just a fraction closer. My cock felt swollen, bigger and harder than it ever had been.

  Summer threw her head back, her beautiful breasts bouncing, shining with sweat in the low light. She was screaming now, swearing and shaking as my thrusts pushed her closer and closer to the edge until, with a long, drawn-out, ‘Ohhhh fuuuck!’ I felt her pussy explode over me. She let her body fall onto my chest, limp, her pussy still grinding as a reflex, and cried out with each stab of my dick penetrating her.

  “Oh…my…fuck…!” she moaned. “Can’t…stop…coming. Feels so…good…”

  The noises she made, the things she said, the delightful feel of her orgasming on top of me…It was all too much, and I lost control. Each movement of us joined together became another step nearer to my point of no return. Then, finally, I gave a mighty thrust and spilled my hot seed inside her.

  My head was dizzy and my body numbed as my cock burst, shooting a volley of thick jizz deep into her pussy. We yelled, screamed, and thrashed ourselves calm, then lay still, sweat slowly cooling on our worn out bodies, my softening erection still firmly clutched by her exquisite sex muscles.

  Eventually, she rolled onto her back and lay beside me, luxuriating in the soft, thick rug. She twisted and stretched, enjoying the furry feel against her skin. I swear I heard her purring.

  “If you’re fast, the burgers might not be too cold,” I told her.

  “Hmm? Oh, yeah.” She laughed. “Guess you took my mind off the hunger.”

  We managed to pull ourselves up, and I wheeled the cart in from the living room. She was in bed when I got back, a white hotel robe wrapped around her. She handed me a matching one, and I sat on the bed as well. I passed her a tray. She took it and bit furiously into her burger as I opened the champagne.

  “I’ve never had champagne and burgers before,” she mused with her mouth full.

  “Really? It’s a delicacy where I come from,” I quipped.

  “Where was that again?” she asked.

  “Uh-uh, we said no more information, remember?” I reminded her, passing her a full flute.

  “Good boy. I was just testing.” She flung back the drink and handed me the empty glass. I refilled it.

  It’s strange how hard it is to make small talk when you’re not allowed to discuss your past, your immediate acquaintances, or your job, which is kind of sad. So, after eating, drinking, and a little more flirty conversation, we had sex three more times. She finally finished me in her mouth, swallowing everything I had left.

  This girl was amazing. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a night like this. Each time we finished, spent beyond exhaustion, it was never long before we were both aroused again. When we eventually succumbed to sleep, I imagined spending more time with her. I’d always resisted the idea of a relationship, knowing that anyone who spent any real time with me was going to get hurt. Any girl I committed to was going to want to change me, which I would resent, and want me to quit my dangerous hobby, which I would refuse to do. I’d react by becoming insensitive to her needs, and most likely, sleeping with someone else. Or she would.

  However, something told me that none of that would matter with Summer. So I was really starting to wonder.

  Summer

  Waking up at six sucked. Waking at six when you didn’t get to sleep until four really sucked. James slumbered peacefully next to me. Or I may have killed him; I wasn’t sure. I crept into the bathroom, found my clothes and shoes where I left them, and borrowed his toothbrush. When I emerged, fully dressed, he was still unconscious. This made everything easier. I scribbled a note for him, took another look at his firm jaw, his broad chest, and strong arms, and felt my poor, aching pussy moisten again. Enough! I resisted the urge to take him in his sleep and left.

  It was better this way. We may have clicked sexually, but I had no interest in committing to another man. Especially a rich, bad-boy racer who was going to be absolutely no good for me at all. Plus, I didn’t want any more to do with the racing scene, which he clearly loved. Nothing about us havin
g a relationship would work outside the bedroom.

  Speaking of which—wow. I had no idea what came over me. Well, apart from when he actually did come over me. I’ve always prided myself on my sexual expertise, but I can’t remember when I was last so hungry. I couldn’t get enough of his amazing dick. And it just wouldn’t stay down. I completely lost count of how many orgasms I had, several of which were the longest and most intense of my life. If sex was ever the primary reason to stay together, we would have it made. In the real world, however, we had to look beyond that. I felt like he didn’t want any more than one night, and I know damn well that I didn’t.

  I grabbed my Mustang from the valet park and hauled ass home to change into something more businesslike. Around eight, I heard the phone ring while I was in the shower; I’d missed a call from Dunlop Tires. Donald wanted to meet today at the racetrack. I really wanted to avoid going there, but I’d have to bite the bullet and take a trip. How bad could it be?

  I selected a far more business-like and appropriate outfit for today. Light gray suit jacket, matching above-the-knee pencil skirt, black blouse, and some underwear this time—a black thong that matched my bra. It was going to be a scorcher today, so no pantyhose. I’d just have to suffer in my two-inch Jimmy Choo pumps.

  As I approached the circuit, the long, wide road that turned off the highway, I saw the billboards advertising tires, oils, and expensive watches. The gateway with its huge rising shapes of the spectator stands in the distance beyond it all set my mind flashing back. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that grew larger the nearer I got.

  My mind thought of my father, smiling at me as he disappeared for another month. I saw my mother weeping the first two nights he wasn’t with us. I remembered the shouting and the fighting as I got older. I recalled the look on my mom’s face as she received the call telling us he had been killed.