My Stepbrother the Dom (Stepbrother Romance)

by Arabella Quinn

  She looked around wildly at first, but then our eyes connected in the mirror. I heard her gasp as she took in the sight. She was splayed out on my lap. My one hand was all over her tits and my fingers were plunging into her pussy.

  “Let me see you come, baby.”

  I’ll never forget that moment. She fell apart, right then - like just the sight of us together had made her come. She cried out and shook as her body squeezed all around my fingers. I held on tight to her until she started coming down.

  I pulled my fingers out of her and smelled her sex in the air. I needed to taste her so badly. I slapped the side of her leg lightly. “Stand up.”

  I got up and adjusted my cock that was throbbing inside my jeans. “Okay, sit on the couch and lean back.”

  “Cole, what are you doing?” She was trying to cover up her body as I helped position her on the couch.

  I knelt in front of the couch. “Put your legs up on my shoulders.”

  She looked scared. “What if … we get caught?”

  “They’re at a comedy show.” I waived off her worries and pulled on her legs until they slid around my neck.

  “But Cole-”

  I said it with a grin, but I couldn’t be more serious. “Close your mouth and open your legs. Right now.”

  “Oh, God.” Her legs slid open.

  I stared at her glistening pussy. “Hold on, baby. I’ve been waiting a long time to do this.”

  Holy fuck, I was so not done with her yet.

  Chapter 22

  AVA

  I had barely gotten over seeing myself in the mirror, sitting naked on Cole’s lap and receiving the most erotic orgasm of my lifetime, when he somehow managed to get my legs up in the air and dove head first into my pussy like it was his last meal.

  I watched him work between my legs for a second and I thought ‘my God, this is my brother’, but what he was doing was so intense and so exquisite that the thought was fleeting. I could no longer think; I was just trying to survive the pleasure.

  Apparently, I was a screamer, because my voice was growing hoarse from calling out his name so much. Cole had gone beyond flicking my clit with his tongue and delicately licking all around my sex. His tongue was no longer rhythmically dipping into my opening. I had already come once more from all of that.

  Now, his lips were involved – even his teeth – and the deep pressure building inside was threatening to tear me apart. He was sucking, licking, maybe even biting and I was falling over the edge fast. I wasn’t positive what exactly happened, but I thought his finger may have found my g-spot, and I exploded - in a pretty loud and dramatic fashion. It was a bit embarrassing.

  I was gasping on the couch, covered in my own juices, trying to recover from the mind-blowing sex. And Cole hadn’t even taken his pants off yet. He was standing over the couch, watching me. I closed my gaping legs and tried to sit up.

  He swooped down and scooped me up in his arms. “You’re fucking loud. Let’s take this into the bedroom.”

  Somehow that struck me as funny, so I was trying to stifle my giggle by laughing into his chest, as he carried me into his room and placed me on the bed. When he started taking off his jeans, all the laughter fled from me.

  I sat up on my elbows, dying to get a look at him. I had seen him many times by now, but I had never allowed myself to look – to really look. He stripped off his jeans and then his boxers. From head to toe, he took my breath away.

  He was one hundred percent masculine – all hard angles and planes, strong muscles, chiseled and athletic. The tattoos only added to his sexiness. I was in awe, and that wasn’t even counting his impressive cock.

  “Let me suck you.” It slipped out.

  He didn’t even pause. “Maybe later. Right now, I’ve got to get inside you.” He had grabbed a condom out of his bag and was ripping it open.

  He looked nearly manic as he rolled it on his hard length; I had a feeling I was going to be sore in the morning. Like the last time – when he took my virginity.

  But when he positioned himself in between my legs and paused at my opening, he looked at me tenderly. “You do things to me. Tell me you want to be with me, Ava.”

  I could only tell him the truth. “I want to be with you, Cole.”

  I was so wet and ready, that he pushed easily inside me. There was no pain this time. There was only pleasure. Always pleasure. His pace was slow. We were face to face; he watched me the whole time. There was no way to hide from him.

  He stopped for a moment, buried deep inside me, and wiped a strand of hair off my face. “I’m not going to be able to last much longer.”

  Even though my body was already starting to writhe in bliss underneath him, I wasn’t sure that it was even possible to wring another orgasm out of me. “Please, Cole. Just keep going. Don’t stop.”

  He grabbed my hands, pinned them above my head, and then leaned down to kiss me. The kiss felt incredibly intimate, even more intimate then his cock sliding in and out of me.

  After he had kissed me very thoroughly, he started thrusting into me, moving faster and faster with every stroke. Suddenly, my hips had a mind of their own, and they started working in coordination with his every move.

  When his fingers started pleasuring the spot right where we were joined, I felt that undeniable sensation building. I was flying higher and higher, begging him to help me reach the top. Seconds later, after he was able to coax an explosive orgasm out of me, he let go too. He thrust one final time into me, his grunt of satisfaction mixing with my moans.

  He stayed inside me, holding me while I came down from my high. I felt boneless and exhausted, finally knowing how it felt to be totally and completely satisfied after days of unrelenting need.

  I felt lost for a moment when he pulled out of me and left to take care of the condom. Crazy doubts started to creep in, but then he was with me again. He wrapped his arms around me, one hand scooting me even closer, and eventually resting on my ass.

  My cheek was resting against his sexy tattoos, my breasts were crushed up against his warm skin and my legs were tangled up in his. I was in a hazy state of pure bliss. I drifted off to sleep within minutes.

  I awoke to the room bathed in sunlight, exceedingly bright sunlight for a winter’s morning. My first thought was to escape the annoying brightness by burrowing underneath the covers. Then I felt the tangle of limbs and the warm skin pressed intimately against my body and I remembered. I had slept with Cole. I stiffened with shock.

  A finger started lazily circling around my nipple. Cole’s voice sounded scratchy with sleep, “Don’t go getting all shy on me now. Not after what we did last night.”

  I felt a tightening in my belly, as my nipple grew taut. I jerked clumsily when Cole tweaked the tight bud. A jolt of pure pleasure sliced through me and settled in my pussy demanding attention.

  “Hmm. A little jumpy this morning… Maybe-”

  I never found out what he was going to say, because suddenly we both froze. Marissa was calling out to us. I’m not sure my blood could have run colder with fear.

  Cole jumped out of bed and yelled, “Hold on, Mom. I’ll be right there.”

  He started sliding on his jeans – with nothing underneath – and searching around for a shirt. He seemed so calm.

  “Oh my God, Cole. What if she knows? Ohmygod!” Panic had my voice raising a few pitches.

  Cole leaned over and kissed my forehead. “I’ll take care of my mother. You, don’t move a muscle. I’ll be right back –”

  “But, Cole-”

  He picked up a t-shirt off the ground. “Don’t go anywhere and don’t put on a stitch of clothing. I’m warning you, Ava… Or I’ll have to discipline you.”

  My mouth opened in shock, but no words came out. He walked out of the bedroom, slipping his shirt on at the same time.

  It was about 15 excruciating minutes before Cole returned. He came into the room carrying a plate and a mug of coffee. “Mom says hi.”

  “What?” My ey
es must have bulged out of my head, because he laughed at my expression.

  “Relax. She made breakfast. It was delicious. I told her that I thought you were still sleeping, so she left a plate for you in our kitchen. And now you can have it, as long as you obeyed my orders.”

  My eyes narrowed. “Really, Cole? Obey your orders?”

  I could tell he was joking around because he was trying hard not to laugh. “Really. So lift up those covers. I want to make sure you’re still naked. Like I ordered.”

  My chin lifted slightly. “I don’t take orders from you.”

  “Oh yeah? Then you don’t get any breakfast. Or coffee.” He began backing out of the room.

  “Wait!” Screw the breakfast; I really didn’t want him to leave. “Fine. I need my coffee. I’ll do it.”

  I held my breath and then threw the covers aside. Cole certainly felt no shame in ogling my body. I pulled the covers back. “There. Are you satisfied now?”

  He tilted his head. “I don’t know. I think I may have seen some socks. I know you have a thing for wearing socks in the buff. And that would be a violation. I’ll need to see again.”

  “Are you serious?” I stuck my foot outside the covers. “Look, no socks.”

  He tapped his foot impatiently. “The covers, Ava.”

  I swept the covers aside and squirmed while he got a good long look. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he nodded and I covered myself up again.

  He sat down on the bed next to me and handed me the plate of food. He held onto the mug for me while I ate. “Hurry up and eat, because I’m starving.”

  “Didn’t you just eat?” I asked between mouthfuls.

  “I’m not talking about food.”

  Oh.

  Chapter 23

  COLE

  Waking up with Ava draped all over my body put a smile on my face. Remembering how she responded to me the night before, how fucking sexy she was when she climaxed over and over again, made my body ache for more.

  It was hard to wrap my head around what was happening. This was Ava. Instead of wanting to escape the situation as fast as humanly possible, I wanted to spend every single moment with her - but every time I thought of the future, I got nervous.

  I knew that I wanted more than just sneaking around having sex, but how was it possible? How could I convince her that we had something that was worth it? Being together was worth whatever garbage people tried to use to bring it down and make it seem trashy. It was worth whatever stigma people attached to us.

  But, did she feel the same way? I would have to figure it all out later, right now I didn’t want to think about it. Somehow I just had to make this thing continue - keep her happy and satisfied, and maybe she wouldn’t realize that I wasn’t good enough for her.

  “Let’s get moving; the lifts are going to open soon.”

  Ava groaned. “I don’t think my muscles can take it after last night.”

  I couldn’t help but egg her on. “What? Are you afraid you can’t keep up with me?”

  Her chin tilted upward and her eyes glittered. “I can always keep up with you.”

  “That’s what I like to hear. So, get your ass moving and get in the shower.” I took her empty breakfast plate and hopped off the bed.

  “Oh, how thoughtful,” she replied sarcastically, “I get to shower this morning.”

  I chuckled to myself. If she only knew… I put her dirty dishes in the kitchen sink and listened for a moment at the connecting door to my parent’s room. I didn’t hear anything, but I didn’t want to take any chances. I turned the lock until it clicked in place.

  “Let’s go, Ava,” I called out as I headed to the bathroom.

  The shower water was warm and the bathroom was steamy when she tentatively stepped into the room. She had slipped on a t-shirt and panties in the few minutes that I was gone.

  The t-shirt was very form fitting and she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra – I could see the dark outline of her areolas through the thin fabric. Fuck, that was so hot.

  Still, I had to tease her about covering up. “What the fuck? You’re about to shower, so you get dressed?”

  She blushed. “I feel weird walking around naked with you - especially with our parents right next door. Besides, you’re not naked.”

  I pulled off my t-shirt and stripped off my jeans. “Your turn, take off your panties.”

  Even though she was nervous, I loved how she stole little peeks at my body as she slid the panties down her long legs.

  Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her tight against me. “That t-shirt is so fucking thin it’s going to be invisible in a few seconds.”

  I opened the shower door and then lifted her up, her feet inches from the ground. Before she could protest, I walked her backwards into the shower and under the hot stream of water.

  She sputtered for a few seconds and then finally settled in my arms. Even in the short time that we’d been here, Ava had filled the shower with so much stuff, that it took me a few seconds to locate some shampoo.

  “Coconut milk shampoo? Are you sure you’re supposed to put this stuff in your hair?”

  She loosened her death grip on me slightly. “It’s organic. And it keeps my hair healthy and shiny.”

  I opened the cap and squirted some shampoo into my hands, immediately recognizing the subtle scent. “Close your eyes.”

  I began massaging the shampoo into her hair, taking my time because I had never washed someone else’s hair before, but mainly because I was getting a terrific look at her tits. Her eyes were closed so she wouldn’t get all self-conscious as I memorized the image of her tits, underneath the very see-through and clingy fabric of her t-shirt, outlined in stunning detail.

  “Time to rinse.” I pulled her under the full spray of the showerhead until all the shampoo was rinsed from her hair. “Now I’m going to wash every single inch of that sexy body of yours.”

  She trembled in my arms. This time I wondered if it was more from anticipation than nervousness. “Um, Ava, you can move your hands around a little bit…”

  My words unleashed her inhibitions. Her hands began sliding all over me. First she explored mostly my chest and abs, but almost shyly, her hand began sliding downward before wrapping sweetly around my cock.

  I didn’t waste any time. While she was exploring my body, I was soaping her up all over. I pulled her wet t-shirt up just over her tits, so that I could explore every inch of them with my mouth while my fingers teased and tortured her below.

  Between her hands all over my body and her soft whimpers of appreciation as I single-mindedly focused on giving her pleasure, it wasn’t long before I lost control of the situation. Suddenly, her pleas turned more insistent. She was practically trying to climb onto my cock with her pussy.

  I spoke thru gritted teeth, “no condoms in here.”

  “I don’t care.” She looked crazy with need.

  Ignoring her protests, I shut off the water. “Lift up your arms.”

  I tugged at her sopping t-shirt, watching her tits bounce as it slid over her head. My voice sounded strained, “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”

  Stepping out of the shower, I pulled her with me and wrapped her in a bath towel. In seconds flat, I had her back in the bedroom and flat on her back, while I tore open a condom and slipped it on. I wasn’t able to last long, but at least I was able to hold out until we were both thoroughly satisfied.

  She was snuggled in so tight that I was just content to laze around in bed all day, but when I felt some tension return to her body, I knew she was probably thinking too much. She was doubting us, probably worried that we were doing something so terrible.

  “Do you want to try some snowboarding today?” I played with her nipple while I asked.

  She groaned. “Okay, I admit it. I suck at snowboarding – I’ll stick to skiing. But I’m not even sure I have the energy to stand right now, let alone ski.”

  “Don’t worry, we won’t stay out all day. I’ll need pl
enty of time to get back inside your pants, so that I can make you come over and over, before we have to meet for dinner with Mom and Dad.” I flinched as the words came out.

  It had been surprising to learn that she liked it when I talked dirty to her, she sure wiggled and squirmed enough, but it was probably the wrong thing to remind her of our mutual parents during my efforts.

  Luckily, she just giggled. “Can I get dressed or do I have to ski naked too?”

  I smacked her ass, which had her giggling even more.

  Chapter 24

  AVA

  Cole had made good on his promise. Before dinner, he had given me three more orgasms. The first time he had made love to me slow and sensuously in front of the mirror by the fireplace, another time by just using his tongue and fingers, and he fucked me once from behind as he bent me over the coffee table.

  Dinner was a torturously long affair. I couldn’t concentrate on the meal or the conversation, because of all the naughty promises Cole had whispered to me in the back seat of the car on our way to dinner. It got to the point where I couldn’t even look at Cole without thinking about sex. And from the sexy half-grin on his face every time he caught me staring, he knew it, too.

  When dinner was done, Cole made some excuses and managed to ditch our parents for the night. They dropped us off at our condo, before they headed out to wherever they were going.

  As soon as we were alone, I felt my nerves kick in. There was so much at stake. There were so many obstacles and so many unknowns. And I was hiding so much – from Cole and from myself.

  When he slid his arms around me, I felt a little sad. Was this all just an illusion? Was this just a vacation romp for Cole – when it was all over, would I find myself all alone with nothing but heartbreak and shame for company?

  “What’s wrong?”

  I thought about telling him the truth, but I realized that I was too scared to hear his answer. If this was all just a temporary fantasy, then I didn’t want to ruin it now. There was plenty of time to face reality. Later.