Mason cast a look upwards. “I don’t think so. Any reason you want to know?”
She just smiled. He took the hint and stepped close to her. She ran her hands over his jacket and up to his cheeks. He bent and touched his lips to hers. A light, quick kiss, and he backed away to see if she was all right. “Now,” she said, “kiss me like you would if you weren’t worried about my reaction.”
In one hot second, she was pressed against the wall and being given a forcible kiss. Instantly, she melted into her panties. The elevator crept up past the second floor and continued its slow crawl to the third. Mason pinned her hands up over her head and pressed his thigh into hers as they kissed, his tongue coming to her lips and hers parting.
Then he let go of her and moved away. “That’s how I would do it if I wasn’t worried.”
To have it stopped so suddenly made her body ache. She wanted him to come back and do that some more. But the elevator had halted and the doors were sliding open. There were two people waiting on the other side to go down. Skirting them, Sasha took out the key to her room. Every cell of her body was acutely attuned to Mason at her side.
Swiping the key card down the lock, she opened the door. He came in behind her and closed it. “Sasha-”
She didn’t want to hear his reassurances. Dropping the key to the floor, she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him while she kicked off her shoes. He needed no more encouragement and kissed her back fervently. His tongue was in her mouth and she liked that. Moaning a little, she did not break the kiss as he took off his jacket. His shirt was silky and warm against her arms, but the warmth was coming from his chest beneath and she wanted to feel him. She tugged at each button from his collar to his belt, pulled out his shirt from his trousers and undid the last button there. He broke away to rid himself of it. The second it was gone, she ran her hands over his torso. Smooth skin over hard muscles, a little hair on his chest, he made her mouth water. She wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him and felt her nipples tingle from the raw heat coming through her dress.
That turned her on. It was the sheer heat of him, the power in his muscles, the possessive way he was kissing her. His hands ran over her back, cupped her ass and slid up to the zipper of her dress.
Did she want that? Yes. She was self-conscious about being naked with him, but not so anxious that she stopped him from pulling down the zipper. Then her dress was on the carpet and she was in his arms. He kissed down her neck to her collarbone and gave a kiss to her breasts through the bra. She jerked from the electric sensations, her hips tilting to him all on their own.
Her panties were soaked. She wanted his thigh between hers again, but she didn’t know if he would care for the wet fabric on his trousers. Sensing her hesitation, Mason whispered, “Do you need me to stop?”
Fuck, no. “I want your leg between mine.”
He didn’t balk. Bracing her against the wall in the entryway, he nudged his thigh between hers and pushed upwards. The pressure was pleasing. She rocked on his leg and liked that even more. He pumped his thigh into her and that was the best feeling of all, her pussy clamoring when the pressure was withdrawn and rejoicing when it returned. She gripped his shoulders, gasping as he unhooked her bra and removed it. Then his hands came to her breasts and squeezed them, pulsing her nipples the same way his thigh was pulsing against her pussy. She shivered.
All she had on were her panties now. Her heart was racing so fast that it was making her dizzy. She looked up to him and whispered, “Stop.”
He stopped, bracing his hands against the wall around her head and his thigh dropping from her. His chest was heaving. She locked eyes with him as her hands went to his belt. Neither broke the gaze as she loosened it and undid his button and zipper. Then she slipped into his trousers.
He was hard. She ran her fingers along his underwear to feel his erection. They were still looking deeply into one another’s eyes as she stroked him. This was the point where she’d bowed out with her last boyfriend, thinking she was the worst sort of cock-tease.
She didn’t want to bow out now. His hazel eyes were darkening, his breath changing, and she felt like the only person in his world. Perhaps she was, seeing as she was down his pants. She lifted away, but only to push her hand into his underwear and touch him bare.
Without his thigh, it was aching so much between her legs that it was painful. She felt hollow without him there. He broke their gaze first, closing his eyes and taking a raspy breath.
She was still more excited than she was nervous. “Mason?”
“Yes, Sasha?”
“Take me to bed,” she said, and he did.
When he lowered himself on top of her, his weight pressed her into the bed. It was an intoxicating sensation, headier than a night of drinks and much more pleasurable. He’d relieved her of her panties before letting her lay down, and stepped out of his clothes as well. There was nothing between them anymore, their body heat combining to fire wherever they touched. She was exquisitely sensitive, his tongue coming to her nipple and making her writhe as a shock went through her. If she had thought her pussy was in agony before, it was nothing compared to how it was now. She wanted him to touch her there, to do anything to quell the ache. Licking and sucking at her nipples was only making it more intense, so intense that she could not stay still beneath him. She grasped his head and held him close, thrust her hips, felt new wetness seep from her lips to her thighs.
He played with her breasts and kissed down her belly to her pubic hair. A flash of insecurity went through her as he kissed her there: she kept her hair trimmed, but she didn’t shave it off.
The hair didn’t appear to bother him. No, it was making him more excited. His tongue touched the very top of her cleft and she jerked. He spread her legs wider, settled down between them, and began to lick her.
She’d expected him to go right in. But he wanted to taste her first. His tongue sated some of the demands that her pussy was making. Every soft swipe made her groan.
A finger nudged at her entrance but didn’t advance. She had put her finger inside herself over the years to see what it was like. Sometimes it was nice, other times it was irritating, but a finger had never hurt. “Go in,” she whispered.
He went in and she arched her back from how good it was. He licked at her clitoris and thrust his finger in and out of her, all of her thoughts and feelings giving way to mindless pleasure. He added a second finger, which went in easily. His tongue danced all around her clitoris, and when she responded to some movements more than others, he repeated them until she was thrusting her hips hard into his face and whimpering as the tension built and built. He lapped as a small contraction went through her, and then another and another, her muscles clenching as he brought her close to a climax. When he took her over the edge, she cried out as the orgasm shook her.
Light streamed in through the windows, illuminating lighter brown strands in his dark hair. She weaved her fingers into it, her heart still galloping. He kissed her one last time on her mound and slid up her body. Wrapping her arms around him, she knew that she was ready to go all the way. It hadn’t been right before because her boyfriends weren’t right. They hadn’t been Mason. She had been saving herself for him and not even known it.
“We don’t have to go any farther,” Mason said, so aroused that he trembled when she ran her hands over his buttocks. It reminded her of how he had trembled when that kid fell off the greased bars and onto his back, Sasha safe beneath him.
She wanted nothing else in the world but to share her body with him. “I want everything,” she whispered. She had come but didn’t feel fully sated yet.
He touched his forehead to hers. “I’ll go slow.”
He positioned himself, the tip of his cock touching her lips. Very, very slowly, he eased into her. She dug her fingers into his back. His cock had more girth than his two fingers, and it was stretching her further. He let her get used to the sensation, gradually going deeper and deeper until he was fully
inside her. Instead of pulling out to thrust, he rested chest to chest atop her and gave her a lingering kiss.
Then he started to move. It was a strange sensation but not a bad one, and the more he pumped into her, the more she liked it. She folded her legs over his lower back. Stroking his skin, she looked up to his handsome face awash with joy and fell in love with him all over again. Then she spread out her legs and he thrust a little harder and faster. She was hungry for these quicker, rougher strokes and he gave them to her, both of them moaning simultaneously.
Sweat broke out on his brow. He lifted into a kneeling position, still within her, and bent to lift her lower torso. His thrusts struck a different angle within her then, one that made her flush with heat. Tingles radiated from her pussy through her abdomen. His cock was hitting her G-spot, she assumed, and the changed position was letting him rub against her clitoris as well with his pelvic bone. His thrusts grew harder and she groaned, overwhelmed and rapturous and adoring his strength that let him hold her this way.
She lost all sense of time. They were just two bodies in motion, both of them giving and taking as the light deepened outside the window. His breath was coming faster and his thrusts grew deeper. He held her more tightly and she sensed that he was getting close. Tension made his muscles taut. Then he pushed in as deeply as he could, his climax making him moan and shudder as he spurted within her.
This was making love. She adored it.
Afterwards, he rested beside her in the bed. They were too hot to touch, except for their hands. Just as she was about to get up and fiddle with the air-conditioning, it went on. Cool air washed over them. Rolling onto his side, Mason slid his fingers between her legs. She parted them for him. All of the penetration had worked her up and his first circle over her clitoris caused her to quake. It didn’t take long before she was climaxing a second time, his fingers going around and around and his mouth on her nipple. After that, she was so oversensitive that even Mason removing his hand made her gasp.
“Are you going to be around for a few days?” Sasha asked. Now it was getting too cold in the room, and she snuggled up to him as she spoke.
Mason laughed. “Only until tomorrow afternoon.”
Shyly, she said, “Don’t feel like you have to get your own room.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I won’t. Don’t feel like you have to get your own hotel room when you come to see me graduate. I’ll have some time off if you’d like to-”
“Have sex?” she asked saucily.
“Go out on a date,” he said, “and have sex. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to.”
She did not give one flying fuck about her mother’s reaction to all of this. If that crazy woman cut Sasha off for being in love, then Sasha didn’t expect that she was going to miss her much. Through a yawn, she said, “I think we’re supposed to be at the reception.”
“Do you want to go?”
“Just for a little while. The one thing Booker and Candace did right was order a truly awesome wedding/not-really-a-wedding cake. Let’s have a piece.”
“Cake is just about the only thing with the power to get me out of this bed,” Mason said.
They got up and readied to return downstairs. Sasha was more relaxed than she had been in years. If that was what sex did, she was going to have sex with Mason every chance they got. This was blissful.
The elevator took them down to the ground floor at its usual contemplative pace. They emerged into the hallway, hearing music pounding from the distant reception room. Hunched over at the counter in the lobby, Fake Elvis was flirting with the woman working check-in.
The doors to the reception were propped open. People were dancing to the music inside, the pool noodle waving from the center of the dance floor. Others chatted and drank at the tables. The cake hadn’t yet been brought in.
“Sasha! Mason! Come dance!” Teddy shouted. A few heads turned. Mom’s lips tightened at the sight of Sasha standing beside Mason.
“I don’t want to make anything uncomfortable for you. You don’t have to dance with me,” Mason said.
She had no intention of dancing with anyone else. Ever. Taking his hand, she proudly led him in.
THE END
STEPBROTHER ROMANCE: IN THEIR ARMS
by Diamond Durango
Copyright 2015 by Diamond Durango
Chapter One
“Something wrong, Ms. Shawe?” the secretary asked with acid sweetness when Aviana paused to look out the office window.
The interview had gone so badly that it was comical. Aviana was desperate to quit the building, but it was her habit to check for Milan. Giving the secretary a polite smile and adjusting the strap of her purse, she said, “No. It’s just a pretty view.” Her attempt at a save was lame. All that the slim window beside the counter showed was the parking lot and a tiny island with wilting flowers.
She hadn’t seen Milan in four months. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still out there. Watching.
The parking lot looked exactly like it had before. The same cars rested in the same spots; no one was hanging about in the aisles or near her father’s car. She opened the door and went out into the California sunshine. It was the middle of September and the heat still hadn’t shown any sign of breaking. With a quick swivel, she ascertained that Milan was nowhere around. Then she headed for the car.
It felt good to have the cast off her leg, and to no longer have the bite of the crutches under her arms. Crutches had always looked like fun to her when she was a child, and then she’d gotten sideswiped by a car in June and learned that they weren’t any fun whatsoever. Walking without them felt like a miracle. If she hadn’t had errands to do first, she would have walked the handful of blocks to her interview just to celebrate. The proximity of the office to her home had been a major draw, but absolutely everything had gone wrong from the moment she stepped in for her afternoon appointment.
Business casual seemed appropriate to her for an entry-level sales position, so she had chosen a nice skirt and blouse with her chunk heels. It was the wrong decision. Everyone there was in plain old casual wear. The youthful secretary had on yoga pants, and the wide neck of her shirt exposed the strap of her sports bra. All of nineteen or twenty years old, she took in Aviana’s outfit with overt scorn in her eyes. Of the three people reading magazines and tapping on their cell phones as they waited to be called in for their interviews, two were in jeans and the third had BONER KILLER printed on his neon red T-shirt. Aviana had no idea why a guy would wear that at all, let alone to a prospective place of employment. Perhaps he thought he had classed it up by tucking it into his khakis and wearing a belt. Snapping gum as he sat there, he played a game on his cell phone with the volume up.
The information she read online the evening before had warned that looking unprofessional was the fastest way to not get the job. She should have done a little more research on this specific company itself. A lot more.
The interviewer was the owner of the company, and he was the most casually dressed of all. Hardly any older than Aviana, he had on a superhero shirt and scruffy sneakers with untied laces trailing behind his every step. Boner Killer had his turn, and emerged with a confident smile that all had gone well. Then Aviana went in to a cramped office with action figures propped up on the sills and desk. She was prepared for the usual questions about where she saw herself in five years and what her weaknesses were, and instead found herself being queried heavily on the fantastical. Who would win in a fight: Mouseman or The Creature? Would she want a dragon for a pet? If she could have one magical power, what would it be?
What did any of this have to do with a company that rented out articulating boom lifts and rivet busters? Stammering on her answers and wishing she had the magical power of being invisible, she could tell that the interviewer was underwhelmed with her. Then again, she was underwhelmed with him and his business. She was punctual. Courteous. A hard worker. Ready to get started on a career and give it everything she had. But all he
wanted to know was if she liked elves more than dwarves and why?
This was not how she imagined life since her college graduation. First the accident, and now this joke of an interview.
Pulling out of the parking lot, she scanned the cars parked alongside the curbs. No Milan. If she was lucky, he was in prison again. That would explain why she hadn’t seen or heard from him lately. But he also tended to stalk her in cycles. Beginning in their last year of high school, he vanished after graduation. She hadn’t spied him once through her freshman year of college, and then he appeared around campus sporadically during her sophomore year. Most of the time, he didn’t approach. He watched her, sitting up on the wall outside the Registrar’s Building with a backpack like he was just another student, following her to class, taking a nearby carrel at the library and reading as she studied. How he got in without a student ID was beyond her. After doing this for a handful of weeks, he would disappear.
The few times they exchanged words, it was invariably when he spotted her talking to a guy. In a mixed group of men and women, he kept his distance. But for her to speak to a male alone made him crazy. Storming over, he unloaded on her in enraged shouts. What the hell was she doing? Cheating on him? Why was she speaking to a strange man? Pretty girls had to be careful! Didn’t she know what men could do?
He was oblivious to the fact that he was the only man around acting like a maniac. A month before the end of spring semester, he sneaked into the dining hall and pulled the same stunt as she sat alone at a table over her meal. He was angrier than ever that time, blood staining his cheeks and forehead as he bellowed about how he’d seen her just that day sitting with a guy under a tree in the quad. Who the fuck was he?
The guy had been a study partner, and even if he had been her boyfriend, none of it was any of Milan’s business. When she told him as much, he insisted that she come with him. She declined and he grabbed her arm to drag her out. Fortunately for Aviana, she was sitting near the swim team. All had been staring at the scene in shock, but the sight of Milan getting physical spurred them to action. A dozen well-muscled male and female students removed him bodily from the room. He screamed whore the whole way. The thirteenth thrust out her cell phone at Aviana and said, “You call the cops or I will. That dude is insane.”
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