Taboo Step Surrender (Steamy Twenty Book Box Set)

by Steply, Virginia

  The lift finally reached the top of the run, and I pushed away vigorously as Luca swore and called for me to wait. I turned my head just long enough to see him skiing thirty feet behind me, bent over so he could close his boot buckles on the fly.

  I flew into the tight trees between two of the harder runs that dropped directly from the top of the main lift. The slope plunged downwards at a 50 degree angle, and there were only a few lines through the trees, and since it hadn’t snowed in over a week, it was guaranteed to be icy and terrifying. I’d been skiing here for six years, and I knew the shape of every mogul and exposed branch sticking out from the snow. There was no way Luca could follow me down; at least not without killing himself.

  I exploded through a secret pocket of powder near the bottom, then turned quickly in the heavy chop that followed, finding the little gap between two trees that marked the end of the trees...and the top of the cliff. It was a heart-pounding fifteen-foot drop from there to the groomed run underneath. I flew between the trees, my poles clicking against them, before sailing off the edge and into the air above the groomer.

  I touched down, hitting the compacted snow with a loud 'slap,' then carved my way between two gaping tourists with inches to spare.

  Sick, I thought smiling. Sorry about that cliff, Luca. Hope you didn’t break your neck.

  I skied fast all the way back to the base, pushing my new skis to the limit so I could get a feel for them.

  Finally, after ten leg-burning minutes, I pulled up to the mess of tourists at the base of the run, throwing my skis sideways and coming to a stop in a cloud of cold snow. I leaned on my poles, almost collapsing into the snow as I caught my breath.

  “You ski so fast.”

  I looked up in surprise. Luca was standing in front of me, his mouth plastered with a huge grin.

  I’d been skiing fast mainly to get away from him, but of course, he didn’t get the hint.

  I didn’t know what to say, so I just poled away into the lift line with Luca right at my heels. We stood under the lift together, waiting for the chair to come around, when two fat tourists scooted in beside us.

  “Y’all don’t mind if we jump on with ya'?” one of them asked in a heavy Texas accent that sounded just like mine.

  “Not at all,” I replied, trying not to groan. The four-person lift came around and Luca and I sat down, mashed up against each other.

  “It’s like my airplane ride from Italy to America,” Luca chortled. I ignored him and reached down to flip open the buckles of my new, painfully tight boots. Luca did the same as I tried to think of a run I could possibly lose him on. If he could follow me through the trees there wasn’t much on the mountain I could use to get rid of him.

  “I will just follow, you, okay?” Luca shouted as we began another run down. I found another opening in the trees, one that led to another double-black-diamond run and scary enough to still have some relatively untouched powder left on it.

  Ugh, I thought, as I maneuvered into a steep, horrifyingly narrow chute full of nasty rocks. All of this was probably just making him like me more. I made it to the bottom miraculously in one piece, and watched with annoyance as Luca bounced off a mogul and landed in the powder next to me.

  “Madonna mia,” Luca gushed. “That was awesome!” He held his hand out for a high-five, which I grimly accepted. “You know all the best runs on the mountain! Like a local! This is fantastic.”

  ****

  The day ended in a corner booth at the local bakery. We had skied a few runs with Victoria and Robert, but they both skied so much slower than us they had let us go after only a couple of runs. My legs felt like Jell-O and my head was spinning with exhaustion. Luca was an inexhaustible skier, but I didn’t wanted to admit that I was tired so I pushed until I could barely stand.

  The bakery had espresso, which Luca was thrilled about. He arrived grinning with two cups and slid into the booth next to me.

  Then he leaned over and kissed me, taking me totally by surprise. I kissed him back before I could stop myself. Our lips moved together for what seemed like an eternity before I pulled away.

  Luca pulled me close again. “I wanted to, ever since I see you in the airport,” he said. It felt so good being pressed against him, feeling the heat of his body. I forced myself to pull away.

  “We can’t,” I finally said.

  “Why not?” Luca asked. His hand was still resting on my waist, making a forest of tingles bloom through my skin.

  “Because,” I said, pushing his arm down. “We’re brother and sister now. So we can’t.”

  “Amelia,” he said. “You try to control everything, but you can’t live that way. It’s like you don’t even let yourself like me.”

  “Yes I can,” I said. “I like it when things are under control.”

  ****

  Our argument continued later on into the evening. I had excused myself to get more wine for Victoria, but instead I walked outside to try and make sense of things. Luca appeared after a minute, tapping an Italian cigarette out of the carton and into his hand.

  “Don’t smoke around me,” I said.

  “You seemed so different before,” he said, in a biting voice, lighting up anyway and blowing a cloud of smoke.

  “That’s because I was trying to be fun. Just to see what it was like. But that’s not who I am.”

  “That’s not true. You are fun--I had the most fun skiing today.”

  “Just leave me alone,” I said archly.

  “Is this all because of Carrie? Ever since I start to see her, you are totally cold to me.”

  “I know how this works. You’re one of the popular kids now. You’re never going to talk to me again. But you’ll still try to fuck me, because you’re a guy.”

  “Jesus Christ--I was enjoying being with you, and you help me out a lot--”

  “Helped, not help.”

  “Merda, whatever. You are so goddamn touchy, Amelia. I see a girl once, and now you think I am an asshole.”

  “I’m sorry. I’ll be a lot more agreeable than I really am, just for you.” I put every drop of sarcasm I could manage into my voice. Luca kept raving, waving his hands around in a fury.

  “I was so happy to come to the USA, and now everything is shitty. And Carrie is stupid, by the way. Everything she talks about is stupid.”

  That sounded like Carrie, I thought.

  “She fucks real good though,” Luca said before turning and storming back into the house.

  I followed him in, fuming.

  “I’m not hungry anymore,” I said, heading upstairs to my room.

  “Honey, are you feel--” Robert said, but I was already walking up the stairs. I slammed the door to my room and laid down on my bed. Luca stomped up the stairs a few minutes later.

  “Leave me alone,” I snapped at him.

  “You are so difficult. First you are sending me naked pictures when I don’t even know you, now you don’t even want to talk to me.”

  “I never sent you a naked picture. Get out of my room.”

  “No? It’s right here,” he said. He showed me his phone. I practically screamed when I saw the picture he told me he had never received, the one where I was sprawled out naked on my bed.

  “Give me that,” I hissed. I surprised myself by snatching the phone out of his hands before he could move it away. I threw it as hard as I could against the wall. It bounced off and slid across the floor, the screen totally cracked.

  Luca swore in Italian. I kicked the phone towards him. I couldn’t believe how angry I was. “Get out!”

  “Why the fuck are you so angry? You’re jealous because I go out with Carrie? Who cares? I’m not a couple with her.”

  I was on the verge of tears.

  “Get out,” I choked. I balled up my hands into fists and started to hit his chest. Luca finally grabbed my wrists and held them.

  “Let go of me,” I snarled, trying to pull away from him.

  “Stop this, Amelia. You are being ridiculo
us.”

  “Fine. Just let go of me.”

  Luca let go of my wrists and I hit him again before turning my back to him.

  “Why are you still here?” I asked.

  “Amelia, I am sorry. I know I shouldn’t have going out with Carrie. But I’m not going to start ignoring you.”

  I kept my back turned, glowering at the wall.

  “Amelia, did you hear what I just say?”

  I obstinately stared at the wall. But it felt good to hear Luca finally apologize. My heart started to beat faster as I heard him stepping closer to me, and then I felt his hands on my waist.

  “Amelia,” he said, kissing me softly behind my ear. I felt my chest rise involuntarily as I sucked in a ragged breath. I still felt emotionally raw, with hot, angry blood still coursing through my veins.

  “Please,” Luca begged, “let me kiss you. You are so beautiful, Amelia.”

  His strong arms closed around me. Between my anger and the pounding my legs had received skiing, I felt totally drained. I let myself collapse into Luca’s strong body, finally surrendering. He cupped my breasts, and his lips grazed the soft skin of my neck again. The feeling of his breath against my neck sent a river of electricity running down my skin. I had never felt this way before: totally consumed.

  A boy had never touched my breasts before, and feeling Luca’s strong hands press against them, his fingers kneading my hungry flesh, made me practically faint with lust.

  “Amelia,” Luca breathed. His fingers left my breasts and ran down my sides, riding the curves of my body until they arrived at my rear. His hands cupped me again, and when he took my ample flesh in both of his hands, I could feel his lust in the way he touched and squeezed me.

  “Damn,” he breathed. His hands ran up my body again, exploring me. He kissed my neck, and I moaned. His body pressed into mine again, forcing a little gasp from my lips. I could feel his cock pressing against the cleft of my ass. I could feel his heat pulsing against my body, and I felt my sex twinge. I whined involuntarily as he ground his hot cock into my body, his hands still on my breasts. I’d never been touched this way before, and it was making every nerve in my body run wild with electricity.

  Luca put his hands on my hips and ground his cock into me harder, making me squirm. I realized I was panting like an animal. His breath, hot and ragged, was cascading against my neck and back. I didn't think I would ever feel like this--I wanted him to fuck me, right now. The way his hot cock was pressing against the back of my jeans was just too much.

  With one smooth move Luca undid the clasp of my bra. I moaned again, louder and sharper, as his hands found the bare skin of my breasts. Each flick of his rough fingertips against my nipples made me ache, until they were hard, little pebbles. Luca consumed my breasts with his hands, kneading my aching flesh, practically making me drip with pleasure.

  “Yes,” I heard Luca groan. The pleasure he was getting from my body was clearly more than he could handle. I could sense it in every aching twitch of his fingertips, the way he pressed his body into mine like he wanted to lose himself in my flesh, like he wanted to... "Fuck me,” I whimpered. I surprised myself when I said it, but I wanted him to, so badly.

  “Okay,” he whispered. He turned me around, and we finally kissed each other fully on the lips. The moment the tips of our tongues flicked together I remembered how good it felt when he kissed me at the bakery. It sent a sheet of tingles washing over my body. I kissed him back, hard, every cell in my body yearning for his touch.

  Luca’s strong hands cupped my ass as he easily lifted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his body and he took me over to the bed. He held me as we made out, too absorbed in the sensations to do anything else. I finally pulled away. Our foreheads and noses were pressed together, and we stood there for a moment, just breathing.

  Then Luca set me down on the bed. He laid on top of me, and I could feel his stiff cock, straining against his jeans and pressing into the sensitive flesh between my legs.

  We kept kissing as his hands opened my jeans. I panted and helped him wriggle them down a couple of inches. Then I stopped him. Anxiety suddenly rose inside of me. I barely knew Luca, and there was no way I was ready to have sex with him.

  Luca’s desperate fingers plunged down the front of my white cotton panties, finding the hot wetness against my legs. I writhed as his fingers took me, rubbing my pulsing flesh through the wet cotton. He found my throbbing clit, and his touch suddenly made my hips and back arch upwards. His fingers danced over my swollen pearl, pushing it every which way. It felt just as good as when I touched myself, and I gave in to the pleasure. I liked having Luca’s big hand buried in my little panties, torturing me with these ecstatic sensations.

  Luca whispered something in Italian and his fingers pushed aside the crotch of my panties. His fingers raked across my bare flesh, sending a wave of exquisite agony over me. I let him violate my flesh, where no one but me had ever touched before, and then, without warning, two fingers plunged deep inside me, raking against the sensitive spot where I liked to please myself with one little finger. I moaned as my body bucked, consumed with hot pleasure.

  Luca’s fingers started to plunder me, pushing over and over against that same spot, which all this time I thought was my secret.

  I started to moan. I knew that the floor was thin, and that Robert and Victoria were downstairs, but I couldn’t help it. I could feel Luca standing over me, his eyes drinking up the vision of my body writhing in my bed as he violated me.

  A hot explosion consumed my body, and I bucked wildly, my hands squeezing his strong forearm. My mouth opened in a silent scream as my body clenched hard. Then my orgasm subsided and I collapsed into the bed. Luca’s wet fingers found my mouth, and I sucked my own lust off of them. Then he kissed me. But it wasn’t tender like before. This time, I could feel his raging desire in every little movement of his lips. He kissed me hard and then pushed me away, back down into the bed.

  His hands reached for his belt buckle as I stared, transfixed. His jeans dropped to his ankles and his boxers soon followed. My fingers trembled as I reached out and touched his raging cock.

  What was I supposed to do? I definitely wasn’t ready for him to fuck me, at least not yet. He guided my hand as I closed it around his throbbing shaft, helping me stroke it.

  “Look up at me when you do it,” he commanded. I kept stroking him using both of my hands, looking up at his pleasure-wracked face as I did it. My eyes ran over his tightly muscled body, then back to his face. He buried one of his hands in my hair and pressed my head forward. My lips were inches from the head of his cock. His head brushed against my lips, smearing them with lust.

  Should I? Should I suck the tip? It was red and swollen, dripping precum. What would it be like? I didn’t have a clue how to give a blowjob, and the idea made me nervous.

  “Let me use your breasts,” Luca groaned. His whole body seemed to be pulsing with lust, his thick muscles clenching and unclenching. I took off my shirt. Luca took my breasts and squeezed them around his cock.

  “Oh yeah,” he breathed. They were barely big enough, but one look at his face was enough to tell me that fucking my tits was stoking his lust in a way I couldn’t imagine.

  “I like fucking your little tits,” Luca said, his voice strangled with pleasure. I grabbed my breasts with both hands and let Luca thrust between them. This was so nasty, I thought. And so hot. I sucked his fingers as he violated my chest. Luca groaned with agony, then guided one of my hands to his cock again. I stroked him until his body spasmed, and I watched as his hot cum spurted over my chest.

  “Oh my God,” I squeaked. There was so much of it. Luca collapsed on the bed beside me.

  “Oh God,” Luca moaned. "Yeah, that felt good."

  “You’re dirty,” I reprimanded. But secretly, I was hot and throbbing, wanting to feel his fingers inside me again. “Wipe me off.”

  “Yes, little sister,” he said lightly. He wiped his cum off my flushed chest with
his shirt and threw it in the hamper.

  “Don’t call me sister,” I scolded. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand down to my pussy, where I wanted to feel him again.

  I closed my eyes and lost myself to the sensations of Luca’s fingers moving inside me.

  “You’ve never been touched like this, have you?”

  “No,” I panted.

  “I can feel it.” His fingers barely fit through my opening. “You’re so tight.”

  Luca’s fingers brought me higher and higher, and then I came again. I could feel his hungry eyes on my body as it spasmed.