Douche: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance

by Chloe Plume

  I did my face with some basic makeup techniques Nicole had taught me on our lunch break, though I could never hope to replicate what she did for me last week. Red lips, a touch of dark shadow, a dab of blush her and there—I swirled, brushed, and blended like she’d shown me.

  There. Not bad.

  I went back to the mirror. Zayde was at the door.

  “Holy Shit Maddy,” he exhaled, flicking the door closed behind him. “I’m really glad you didn’t dress like that back in prep school.”

  Chapter 28

  Zayde

  She turned to face me as I made some dumb comment to fill the silence.

  Holy Shit!

  It was enough to see her from the back, juicy ass peeking out at me from beneath that dark red plaid. But when I saw her there, fully facing me, I didn’t even know what to say next. For the first time I could remember, I was lost for words.

  I don’t believe it. I can’t. I mean…

  Damn! Her breasts, so soft, so perfect, were hanging out of that tight white shirt. Her flat little stomach was exposed just a hint below the short hem of her shirt. Her legs…her fucking legs. They ran for miles, stopping only at the border of stocking and bare silky skin before disappearing into the curve of her hips.

  “Why Zayde?” Maddy answered, pulling me out of my lust-filled trance for just a moment. “I thought you said those guys wouldn’t know what to do with it?”

  I smiled, though people tell me it always looks like a smirk, so maybe I smirked. Damn, I liked it when she started getting sassy. Quiet Maddy turned sassy. No better way to get me going.

  “Well, they would have learned real quick if they saw you like this.” I walked over to her and ran my hands down the arch of her back to her just barely covered ass. “But, I’m extremely thankful they didn’t. I want all of this to myself.”

  “Greedy bastard,” she whispered.

  “You have no idea.”

  I kissed those pillowy red lips and dug my hands under her skirt, enjoying the soft, silky feeling of her skin. She gave out a little sigh and it drove me wild. I grabbed her ass, squeezing hard. My other hand rushed to her breasts, fondling them under the thin material of her blouse. “Fuck Maddy. Your body is the most delicious thing I’ve ever seen.” I cupped one of the rounded cheeks of her ass. “Who knew this was under all those clothes…”

  She kissed me back and our tongues ran into each other’s mouths.

  That fucking soft mouth…

  I knew what I wanted. I had to have it. “Maddy, I want you to suck on it. Right now.”

  She pulled back slighty. “I don’t even know how…”

  “What? That too…Shit, you weren’t kidding.”

  “I wouldn’t even know…I don’t want to mess up. I don’t know…”

  “Madison.” I raised her chin with my hand. “Look, whatever you do will feel amazing. It’s you. Those lips, that pretty, beautiful mouth. I want you to suck on me.”

  “Okay…” She dropped down and began to undo my pants. I was rock hard just from watching her. She licked the tip of my cock carefully, too gently, and then put the head in her mouth. After two or three pumps, she stopped and looked up. “Like that?”

  “You can be rougher with it. Get it wet, suck it hard.”

  I grunted as she did just that.

  Quick study, that Maddy.

  Her soft lips formed the perfect ring of pleasure around my shaft and the back of her tongue ran across the underside of my cock with every stroke into her mouth. I watched her big, green eyes staring back up at me as she sucked as much of me as she could fit inside.

  Shit…fuck…that’s so damn good.

  I had to stop or I’d cum right there before I had a chance to fuck her in that outfit.

  “I want to take you against the wall, Madison.”

  I lifted her up and pushed her against the wall, until her breasts and hands spread out and she arched her back as she balanced on tall heels. With one hand I pulled down her panties. They were average and plain looking.

  Her ass was not. My dick throbbed as I pushed her skirt up and my hands grabbed hold of the soft, firm cheeks of her ass. I rubbed my fingers up and down the lips of her pussy to make sure she was wet and ready. She was more than moist, dripping and warm and—I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I drove in with a firm motion of my hips, going deep on the first stroke. She gasped and I got even harder. Hands gripping right above her ass, I pounded into her furiously.

  That pussy…Holy fuck…so tight, so soft and tight…

  I watched her breasts fall out of the constricting confines of her blouse. They bounced with every slap of my balls against her ass. I fucked her harder. I was going to explode…

  “Zayde, I want to taste you,” Madison moaned softly.

  “What?” My mind was shutting down, my balls tightening. I was going to cum, exquisitely erupt, like I did every time I fucked that perfect pussy.

  “I want it in my mouth Zayde.”

  The idea drove me insane. I wanted nothing more than to finish inside that beautiful mouth of hers. I pulled her around and down. She fell to her knees and took my pulsing dick inside her mouth again. I felt her pillowy lips run up and down my shaft. My balls were agonizingly tight now, ready to shoot…Her eyes looked up. Green, big, deep eyes. I closed mine.

  “Oh, Fuck, Madison!”

  I unloaded in her mouth. Spurt after spurt of my cum—she struggled to take it all until it ran from the sides of her lips. She swallowed. I was the happiest man on earth.

  Oh…wow. Maddy…

  We slumped to the ground. I pulled her head to my chest. We didn’t have that much more time, but we had now.

  Chapter 29

  Madison

  “We should probably—“

  “Yeah.” I noted the time. My dad and Zayde’s mom would probably be back soon. We’d fallen half-asleep on the floor, exhausted from the wild sex that left our bodies numb and satisfied until we longed for more.

  I still had the taste of him in my mouth. While Zayde pulled his pants back on and slipped out of the room, I went to wash up and change into my pajamas. Looking in the mirror, I smiled. It’s really true what they say. The glow.

  And that just-fucked hair.

  I grabbed my brush.

  Before going to sleep, I decided it was a good idea to grab some Advil from downstairs. Zayde filled me up so deliciously, but he left me sore for days.

  Just as I opened the door, Charlene passed through the hall. “Oh, hey Madison.”

  “Uh, hi, how was it,” I blurted out, surprised to see her roaming around this side of the house so late.

  “Good. So, what were you two up to there?”

  My heart froze and my stomach twisted. I scanned Charlene’s face for any sign of what she knew.

  She couldn’t have been eavesdropping, could she? Not the whole time. They wouldn’t have been back that soon.

  But she couldn’t have just now been casually passing through the hallway if she saw Zayde leave or heard us or knew we were together, something to prompt her comment.

  A flurry of questions and assumptions flooded my head. I forced myself to calm down. “Going over some PR stuff. That’s all.”

  “You know,” Charlene continued, “Zayde was supposed to be in New York today.”

  “That’s why we were going over some KR Group stuff. It’ll get done. The agency is as worried as you are.”

  Charlene frowned. “Don’t underestimate a mother’s worry,” she said, before turning around and walking down the spiral staircase.

  She can’t possibly know, can she?

  Chapter 30

  Zayde

  The phone vibrated again. A text from Madison:

  I better not hear about some new conquests of yours in NY

  I smiled. Madison was really coming out of her shell. And I loved it. I texted back:

  Wait, who is this again?

  Sitting in the lounge before my segment, I had some time
to kill. John Randall, some up and coming TV actor I met last year at the Chateau Marmont and immediately disliked, had a segment after mine and had invited about half-a-dozen girls into the lounge.

  Fuck, the old me would tear it up.

  But Maddy had me under her spell, some enchantment woven from boxy clothing and bookish introversion.

  To be fair, what counts is what’s underneath.

  And underneath her dismal work clothes and demure preppy ensembles was the body of a sex goddess.

  My phone buzzed. Maddy again:

  Haha, very funny. Remember, I could always fly back to MA. for the summer, in my upgraded uniform of course

  I immediately texted back:

  Just remember, naughty girls get their pretty little bottoms spanked

  They called me into the prep room. Five minutes. The phone buzzed:

  Yes please

  Damn, she was driving me wild.

  Chapter 31

  Madison

  Zayde and I had been texting back and forth during the few days he spent in New York. I was excited to see him later that night since he was touching down in LAX in just a few hours, so I was surprised when he texted:

  Sorry. Can’t make it. Some dumb event tnight. See u tmorrow

  It was the first time he truncated his wording and his texts seemed rushed.

  Weird…

  But I had no reason to believe he was up to anything else. After all, the past week had been one PR appearance or stunt after another. Before he left for New York, they even had him “sleeping rough” on the streets in downtown to bring attention to the plight of homelessness in L.A. That was kind of stupid since he had a security detail that arranged a comfortable stack of cardboard and covered it with a blanket so he could sleep safe and sound.

  “Hey, so you coming tonight?”

  Nicole appeared out of nowhere, as she always did.

  Right. That Starla thing.

  I’d forgotten about some top 40 launch party KR Group was hosting for one of its star clients. I wasn’t required to attend, so I ignored it, hoping Zayde and I could spend some time alone. My father was going, given his association with KR Group (it was no secret he was also interested in adding it to the Pierce Media portfolio) and of course Charlene would accompany him. It sounded like a great opportunity for Zayde and me to reunite after our time apart. I even bought a sexy little red dress to surprise him with. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist ripping it right off of me.

  Except now we’ll have to wait...

  “What’s this about? The Starla thing, right?”

  “Yeah, big break,” a fratty voice shouted out behind Nicole and me. “Now we got the two biggest popstars on the charts.”

  It was David, Zayde’s friend who’d run out after the crying girl at the party. He put his arms on our shoulders and we both shrugged him off.

  “Ew, David.” Nicole grimaced. “We don’t know where those hands have been.”

  David smiled. “Alright, alright. Just making sure you two beautiful girls are coming.”

  “Yeah, right,” Nicole exclaimed. “Though don’t worry, I’m sure there’ll be something easy there for the boss’s son.”

  “Lovely talking to you as always Nicole.” David backed off, raising his dark eyebrows in my direction. “And of course, always a pleasure to see you, Zayde’s lovely step-sister.”

  “Uh, thanks.” I wasn’t sure what to say.

  “You looked absolutely—what’s the word?”

  “The word is get lost,” Nicole interjected.

  “Astonishing. Absolutely astonishing.”

  Again Nicole cut-in. “She’s not interested David. There’s easier options out there for you.”

  “Well,” David began, squinting his eyes in an attempt to look more intense, “greatness means never taking the easier option.”

  “Literally none of that has like anything to do with you David.” Nicole turned to me. “Let’s swing by my house before we head over there.”

  “See you soon Madison,” David said, waving.

  As we walked to the elevator, Nicole shook her head. “That guy is one of the main drawbacks of working here. So gross.”

  “Yeah,” I concurred. “So, whose this Starla? I mean, she’s been all over the radio the past couple weeks, but I’d never heard of her before.”

  “Oh, really?” Nicole questioned, surprised. “She used to go by Devlin Soutter. She was on that kids show with Zayde like seven or eight years ago.”

  “Oh. That’s Starla.”

  Nicole and I were standing in the lobby of the Beverly Hills hotel where the KR Group was holding the event. There was a crowd of people (I’m sure KR Group orchestrated the phenomenal looking attendance) and we could hardly see anything from the back. Except for the stage, where Mrs. Kingsley and an older man whom I assumed was David’s father were introducing a tall, perfectly tanned, platinum blonde girl wearing the most beautiful dress I’d ever seen.

  “Do you not watch TMZ or the news or something?” Nicole asked. “How do you not know who she is?”

  “Well, I don’t read that kind of news.”

  Nicole rolled her eyes. “Well, guess what? You’re in publicity Madison. Better start.”

  Starla was easily the ideal Los Angeles sex symbol. Her hair was perfectly straight with an almost ethereal blonde color. Her skin was absolutely flawless and sun-kissed, but better than that. She glowed gold, like she was french-kissed by the sun. And I could tell her eyes were blue from all the way over here. They were blue like the water in the Greek Islands is blue. No mistaking it. She was so drop-dead-gorgeous, I imagined it really didn’t matter if she could sing or not. She could be an actress, a model, whatever she wanted just by walking into the room and announcing it.

  Problem is, she could sing. According to Nicole, her latest album not only had a top of the billboards hit, but also received a good bit of critical acclaim.

  Crap… And this the girl Zayde worked with for years on that stupid show…

  I’d say a certain mix of jealousy and worry was percolating in my mind. I usually wasn’t the type. But of course, I would have said that about a lot of the things I’d been up recently.

  “Hey guys, how’s it going?”

  Oh great. David.

  “David, get lost,” Nicole shot back. “Plus, aren’t you supposed to be with your Dad up at the front?”

  David turned his unwanted attention to me. “Well, I could say the same for Madison over here.”

  “I’m just here as an intern working at KR Group.”

  “Yeah right,” David said. “Well, soon it’ll all be the same thing. My dad says he almost worked out the sale to Pierce Media. Soon, we’ll both be working for our dads, eh?”

  “Yeah, right,” I murmured.

  “Anyway,” David began looking out at the stage where Starla was thanking a laundry list of people, “she’s a real piece of something. What a dime.”

  “No one says that anymore David,” Nicole informed him, shaking her head. “Besides, she’s way, waaay”—Nicole reached her hand out as far as she could above her head—“out of your league.”

  David frowned. “Well, maybe.” He turned to me, leaning in so I could hear him over Starla’s loud microphone voice. “But you know—behind the scenes stuff here—she doesn’t even write her own songs, not to mention the auto tune. I’d thank the guy we hired to write her songs for the success.”

  I couldn’t help but smile.

  What’s wrong with me!

  I’d never gotten satisfaction out of hearing negative things about someone else. Yet here I was with a textbook case of schadenfreude.

  David leaned in again, maybe encouraged by my sporadic smile. “So, you know I’m having a little after-party…”

  Chapter 32

  Zayde

  Jet-lagged, I wandered over to the catering table at the side of the stage.

  “You have any coffee?”

  Starla, putting on her best imitat
ion of gratitude, a sort of feigned recognition of the importance of someone other than herself, was finishing up her speech.

  Thanks be for that.

  I chugged some artisanal coffee. It tasted like shit. I was hoping they’d let me off the hook and I could leave early. Madison would be home by now.

  Unless…Wait, was that her?

  I couldn’t really see anything over the crowd, so I weaved closer towards the back of the lobby. It was entirely possible she was here. I’d spaced out earlier and forgotten this was a KR Group event.

  No, it’s some girl David’s hitting on.

  I could spot David’s tell-tale invasion of personal space a mile away.

  Wait, no, it can’t be!

  There was no denying it. Dressed in her frumpy box-cut suit and flats, Madison was standing there with David… And, as he leaned in and whispered something in her ear, she smiled.

  That fucker!

  Figures. He must have been moving in on her since she started working at KR Group. And of course, as some form of cosmic irony, the one time I’d remained faithful, passing my time in NY like a celibate monk, Madison had found someone else to fulfill her needs.

  Man am I pissed!

  It’s like I opened a can of worms. That little bit of sexual playfulness she’d started to show with me had multiplied into some sort of latent promiscuity.

  Or maybe she was fooling me the entire time?

  I shook my head. I wanted so badly to punch David right in that spoiled-since-birth smug face of his. Of course, then the jig would be up. Everyone would put two and two together. Everything would be exposed.

  Eh, I’ll do it anyway.

  But just as I moved in, I heard Starla’s voice on the mic calling me to the stage:

  “And, I just want to call Zayde Knight up here, and personally thank him, because he’s been, really, such an inspiration.”

  Oh, yeah right.

  I could just imagine some asshole publicist a KR scripting this shit.

  Duty calls.

  I weaved back through the crowd and stepped on stage. Starla gave me a fake hug.