Douche: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance

by Chloe Plume

  “Thanks for dinner,” I said, changing the direction of the conversation. “I had a great day today.”

  He nodded and looked out over the water. In the breezy, open night air, I wanted nothing more than the feeling I had earlier that day, of his body pressed against me and the warmth that coursed through me as he touched me.

  That might have been partly due to the wine. I felt less inhibited than my usual self. I was more inclined to acknowledge what I wanted and not come up with every excuse in the book as to why I shouldn’t have it.

  Zayde shuffled a little closer. “So, listen…earlier today.”

  I remembered the feeling of his hands running over my body and the way his lips traced the arc of my breasts above my bra. I pressed my shoulder, still shrouded in his blazer, against his chest and leaned in to whisper into his ear. “Zayde. That’s what I wanted.”

  His lips found mine in the dark. He brought me closer with his arm wrapped around my lower back and his fingers reaching under the waistband of my jeans. My heart beat faster. But then, he pulled away.

  “Zayde…”

  He looked out at the water again. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

  “What do you mean?”

  Zayde looked back at me. “You’re a virgin.”

  I winced like it was a condemnation. “No…I mean, yes, but—”

  “You can tell me. I mean, why’d you make up that crap about the guy in high school?”

  I pulled Zayde’s blazer up higher over my shoulders. “Because I thought…well, I thought you’d think I was no good, you know, inexperienced and all that.”

  Zayde stood up. “That’s bullshit. But we can’t do this now.”

  I got up off the sand. “Wait. So, that’s it? Because you think I won’t be any good?” I kicked at the sand with my bare feet, covering the heels I’d slipped out of. “That’s great.”

  Zayde put his hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, right. Just look at you.” He ran his eyes over me. “You’re fucking perfect. Your legs, your breasts, your beautiful ass. What I wouldn’t give to have you Maddy…It’s not that.”

  “Then what?” I demanded. “Tell me.”

  Zayde swept his arms out over the beach. “This. It isn’t the right place for that. Your first time. The sand, the waves, out here in the open night.”

  “Sounds pretty good to me,” I said, reaching my hand up over his hard chest and leaning against him. “I want this. I want this now, Zayde.”

  He pulled me close with his arms wrapped around my waist. “Fuck it then. I want you right here, right now.”

  He kissed down the length of my neck all the way to my breasts. Gently, he unhooked my bra and lifted my top up and over my head. I tugged his shirt up and he obliged, lifting it up over his head and throwing it into the sand. His tan skin glowed in the delicate light of the moon, stretched tightly over rippling muscles. My heart skipped at the sight of his naked chest and abs. His body engulfed my own, warming me from the cool ocean breeze and lowering me down into the sand.

  This is really happening.

  I shuddered as Zayde reached down the center of my stomach and undid my jeans.

  Fuck…

  I squirmed, embarrassed by the wetness soaking my panties as Zayde slid my jeans off.

  “You’re so wet already Madison. I love it.”

  Zayde rubbed between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, but I couldn’t stop the stream of moistness that completely soaked my panties. Zayde hooked them with his thumbs and pulled them down, caressing the length of my legs with his palms as he finished removing every bit of clothing on me.

  His fingers began to probe between my thighs, moving in circles as they pressed into me.

  Zayde whispered in my ear. “You’re wet and ready. But this is going to hurt the first time.”

  I nodded. My hips began to move in rhythm with his hands. His fingers teased my entrance and slipped past the moist slit of my pussy. As he probed deeper, my body gave more. I stretched to receive a second and third finger. I could feel my wetness dripping down and across my ass. I was ready for him.

  Or so I thought. Zayde stood up to remove his jeans and boxer-briefs. As he pulled the waistband of his underwear down past his thighs, his cock sprung up, straight, long, hard, and ready. It was easily thicker than the three fingers he’d teased me with. A strong blue vein ran across its length and it pulsed, every bit eager to get inside me. I gulped. I knew it would hurt at first.

  Zayde reached into his back pocket, removing a square packet from his wallet, tearing it, and slipping the clear, thin condom over his shaft. He positioned himself at my entrance and began to circle the wide head of his cock around the slit of my pussy. He grunted, eager to drive it home, but holding back just long enough for me to adjust. Little by little he inched it into the opening.

  I felt a burning tension as he crossed the barrier. It gave, and then I felt the stinging pain. He kept moving his long length into me. As it slid in and filled me more and more, the pain turned into soreness and then a throbbing tension. I began to feel pleasure and he began to stroke his cock in and out of me, slowly, then faster.

  My ass pushed into the grainy sand and my back arched to meet his thrusts. I leaned back until my chin pointed and my head looked back at the crashing waves behind me. I reached back across the tensing muscles of his back and ran my fingers over his hard butt. He drove harder into me, and my hips bucked to meet him every time he buried his thick shaft inside of me.

  Oh fuck. Holy fuck.

  I couldn’t remember anything or think anything at all. Just the pulse and exquisite stretching of his cock inside of me. I began to shudder and seize and grind against him. I knew what this was and I finally I experienced it. I had to let go. I moaned, whimpered, tried to hush noises I couldn’t help but make as my body exhaled every ounce of energy in one prolonged act of rapture.

  “Fuck, I’m coming.” Zayde drove deep, so far into me I thought he’d split me open with that cock of his. I felt him throb inside me, his hips pressing tightly against me, and then he slumped, exhausted and expended. He slid out of me and I saw him pull of the condom, the tip overflowing with his cum, before he fell into the sand next to me.

  “Maddy…” he whispered.

  I was too tired to say anything. I turned to press against his muscular body for warmth in the cool night air.

  “You have an amazing pussy.” He closed his eyes and took a deep, satisfied breath. “I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

  Chapter 24

  Zayde

  The fucking asshole paparazzi were still swarming around my apartment. And we didn’t want anyone finding out.

  That’s for sure.

  I mean, I knew it wasn’t a good idea. It wasn’t the smart thing to do, running around with Madison. But every time I did the “smart” thing, made the choices everyone else advised me to make, I became more and more miserable. Finally I was doing something because it made me feel good. Not just good for a second, like a high or a buzz. Every moment I spent with Madison felt like an infinitely longer duration of agonizing pleasure. She slowed down time for me, pulled me right out of everything and into some strange world where all I needed was her.

  And the fucking…

  The way her body grabbed hold of my cock, squeezed it, took it all into her tight pussy. It only let go when I felt my head would explode, and then I pumped into her, I throbbed so hard I forgot who I was and where I was—everything but her.

  We’d stopped using condoms since Madison was on the pill and I’d always had regular testing. And, holy fuck, that first time, when Duncan and my mom were out for the night and we met in her bedroom and she whispered in my ear “Zayde, I want to feel you,” and I eased myself inside her with nothing between—I never wanted it to end.

  But I had to.

  The way her legs wrapped around me and locked at her ankles, the way she moaned and sighed like she was trying to hold it back but couldn’t, and those small sh
udders of her body, which started where I was buried in her and began to make her twist and bite her lips like she was embarrassed. It was so real, so genuine and honest in the most erotic way. I could never hold back. She was so soft, so warm, and so tight, and somehow the best fuck I’ve ever had. I’d tighten and drive myself to the end of her, so deep but it was never deep enough. And then I’d cum like I’ve never cum before. I climaxed like a man possessed, my cock exploding, each spasm so strong and excruciating it was almost painful. And I wanted more. Always more.

  There was no stopping me. I had to have her. I knew it would be hard to keep it a secret forever, and most likely the risks outweighed the rewards, but I didn’t care. I could list off reasons why I was so obsessed with her, try to analyze the inner workings of me and my dick, but in the end there was no rational explanation. Something just happened as she came into my life at that one moment where there was no resisting. This had to happen. I had to have her, to fuck her, to be inside of her and make her mine. Nothing was ever going to stand in my way.

  Chapter 25

  Madison

  Two things surprised me more than anything. First, he really was as big as his reputation. I always thought he was compensating for something, but it certainly wasn’t that.

  Isn’t that what people always say though?

  The asshole, the dick, the prick, the douche.

  They’re supposed to come up short.

  Zayde, the big ego—he was huge.

  I also thought it was crazy that anyone would ever have sex with him without a condom. I mean this was Zayde. I knew he was thoroughly tested though. Still, there was an element of trust there, trust I never would have thought possible between Zayde and someone else. And now that someone was me.

  But the way he absolutely captivated my mind and body, I had no choice. He’d opened up and shown me something behind the façade. Not like I didn’t love the façade, that muscled, tattooed, ridiculously chiseled façade. But now, as much as my body wanted him, I wanted even more to give myself to him. I hoped he’d know more of me and I would, in turn, have even just another glimpse of what lay beneath that gorgeous surface.

  That first night, it hurt at first, but then I just wanted more. The way he filled me up more than I thought I could take. He stretched me, somehow fitting himself all the way inside of me. And the way he moved himself across my entrance brought shudders and then spasms across my body. It brought me chills just remembering.

  My only regret was the condom between us. So I trusted him. I couldn’t help but give myself fully, and even when he asked “are you sure,” I had to say “yes.” I had to believe I was more than a fun lay, a sport fuck while he sorted his issues out.

  What I didn’t want to admit was that it made no difference. I needed him inside me. I needed him to run his fingers between my legs, teasing me until I dripped onto my sheets, and then push the massive head of his cock into me until I couldn’t think of anything but the sensation of our two bodies together. He was gentle while he eased it into me. He had to be since I stretched so much to fit him. But then he pounded me like he was possessed. His strong muscles tensed and I gripped his back, wrapped my legs around him, holding on as we fucked wildly.

  He’d tell me to rub my clit as he pumped harder. I’d begin to pulse and then shake and I couldn’t control any of it. I’d bite my lips, embarrassed, but it just made him pump faster. I could feel his raw cock inside of me and his balls tighten against me when he buried himself deep to finish. I would grasp around his base as he climaxed, gripping his thick shaft and enjoying the feeling of it throbbing madly in my hands as he emptied himself into me.

  I can’t help it. I need more.

  Chapter 26

  Zayde

  I’d delayed my PR circuit trip. Of course my mom was flipping out about it, but I had no choice. I needed to see Madison, and more specifically I needed I fuck her as soon as she came back from that internship bull shit she was doing.

  Everything was set. I’d casually mentioned to Duncan that my mom was dying to see some show downtown and she was pissed about how much time he spent at work, blah, blah…the usual. It worked. They’d be gone for a long time after she got back.

  Perfect.

  Thing is, I wanted her to wear something special for tonight, something a little out of her comfort zone. That’s why I was snooping around her closet. And honestly, except for that tight little dress from my party last week and those ass hugging jeans she wore when were at the Masque—well, it’s not too hard to imagine there wasn’t much to choose from.

  I mean, come on, I’d expect this many loose pants, baggy dresses, and boxy tops in the maternity section of a low end department store. But in the wardrobe of a tall 18-year-old girl with those plump breasts and an ass that demanded to be enjoyed?

  Unbelievable.

  I thumbed through a few boner killing work outfits, a few preppy argyle printed sweaters and skirts, and then—then it dawned on me.

  In the far corner of the closet, I found something that would work just fine. Of course, it needed a few tweaks to reach its full potential, but didn’t everything? I had just enough time to bring it to my tailor and then there was that express courier I always used with the endless barrage of paperwork thrown at me daily.

  What a nice surprise…

  Chapter 27

  Madison

  Just as I got back from a late lunch, Zayde texted me:

  Can’t wait to see you naked

  I deleted the text immediately. Last thing I needed was a nosey co-worker looking over my shoulder and making some pretty obvious assumptions.

  My phone vibrated again:

  There’s a package coming for you (one now, one later)

  Haha. Real funny Zayde.

  Well, in any case there might be a small chance he was sending an anonymous bouquet of roses.

  Yeah, right.

  Suddenly, just as I deleted the second text, I was aware of someone hovering over me, someone wearing way too much perfume.

  “Hey, so, how was your weekend? Give me the whole scoop.”

  Of course it was Nicole.

  “Yeah, good,” I said, “You?”

  Nicole smiled. “Nice try. Last I heard, you were led out of Zayde Knight’s apartment in handcuffs.”

  I shrugged. “Yeah, well, I texted you, everything’s fine, remember?”

  Nicole plopped down on the side of my small desk. “It was his, wasn’t it? Zayde’s?”

  I paused for a second. “I don’t really know, but it would have been a huge problem for him. My dad appreciated it since we’re all looking out for Zayde right now. He took care of things and it’s all good. That’s that.”

  Nicole smiled in her pixie-like way that suggested she was thinking all sorts of things and making all sorts of connections I didn’t want to know about. “Yeah, but you did him a real solid there. Sounds to me like he owes you…Big time.”

  “Well, it’s all fine, all good. We should probably get back to—“

  “Delivery, Madison Pierce.”

  Someone dropped a box over the low partition of my workspace. “Thanks, whose it—“

  “Yeah, sign here,” the deliveryman abruptly continued.

  The box was flat, wide, and thin. It certainly wasn’t anything work related and I hadn’t ordered anything. The sender was anonymous and I kind of expected it was Zayde. Maybe he’d gotten me some kind of dress to wear out tonight, which was kind of sweet. No one had ever bought me something like that before.

  “Ohhh. I wonder what it is. Open it!”

  Of course, Nicole was still there, her hands stretched out like she was going to dig into the box and pry it open herself, her eyes gleaming as usual with her particular brand of perpetual excitement.

  “Ms. Delgado, you are aware that we do work at least some of the time.”

  I was saved by Mrs. Kingsley’s timely intervention. Nicole scurried off to the conference room where she was supposed to be shadowing a crisi
s meeting that most likely centered on Zayde’s refusal to leave for New York today. I tucked the box under my desk and continued to compile a list of Zayde’s meetings next week.

  How did I get to this point? Zayde at work, Zayde at home, Zayde on my mind… 24/7 Zayde.

  Of course, curiosity got the better of me and I reached down to take a peek.

  Wait, what?

  I hauled the box onto my desk, scanning right and left for Mrs. Kingsley, and slipped the cover to the side to double check.

  Yup. My school uniform.

  What on earth would Zayde want with that?

  Of course, there was a card:

  School’s out. It’s time for some fun.

  I ran my hands over the skirt of my uniform. It seemed…

  Wait! That sneaky bastard!

  It was shorter, a lot shorter. Good thing I didn’t need it anymore. I inspected the blouse and could tell it was much tighter just by looking at it.

  How the hell did he get this done so quickly?

  The ribbon tie and a pair of long white stockings were also in the box. I slammed the lid and shook my head.

  Looks like we’re staying in tonight.

  I stood in front of the mirror, wearing a plaid skirt so short my butt peeked out from behind. The white blouse hugged my breasts tightly and several buttons remained by necessity undone. The ribbon tie we wore at school over a completely buttoned up shirt now hung against my bare skin, grazing the top of my cleavage. I rolled the white stockings up my calves and slipped into a pair of my tallest black heels.

  Well, I’d certainly never wear that to school.

  I’d never guess I’d be wearing something like that, well, ever. At first, I felt almost trashy, like something conjured up for a low budget porno.

  But then, thinking about how much I wanted to drive Zayde crazy, thinking that he must have been imagining me all day in this, thinking about how long my legs looked in the short skirt and stockings, and the way the material of the uniform fit so snugly against my curves, I felt kind of sexy. I was definitely… Well, I was turned on.