Dirty Stepbrother - A Firefighter Romance (The Maxwell Family)

by Alycia Taylor

  I’d lost any sense of resistance by then, and when his palms ran across the curve of my breasts, I put my arms up and let him push the shirt up off of me. He continued to kiss me, moving his hands across my collarbone and neck, sliding his fingers into my hair and tugging on it as his tongue explored my mouth. I had been a bundle of nerves when he’d pushed me into the office, but as soon as he’d touched me, the tension had released—almost violently.

  I was meeting his kiss with a frantic kind of hunger, pushing in my tongue, nipping at his lips with my teeth, and wrapping my own fingers up in his hair. He let out a little moan as I tugged on it. That only served to fuel the fire that was burning inside of me.

  Tristan reached around and unhooked my bra. As soon as my breasts escaped their binds, he’d broken our kiss and sucked one hard, dark, nipple into his mouth. He rolled it around on his tongue as I felt a forceful, hot rush of liquid gather between my legs. He kept opening his mouth wider, first taking in the whole areola, and then most of the breast. It was the first time in my life that I was happy my tits were somewhat small. It felt so damn good, coupled with the feel of his hot hands still roaming the rest of my body.

  He found the zipper on the side of my skirt and pulled it down while still driving me crazy with his mouth on the other nipple now. He was biting at it, wild, like an animal, and I fucking loved it. It didn’t hurt; instead, it sent waves of ecstasy through my body and straight to my soaking wet, hot pussy. He lifted me under my arms slightly and I knew what he wanted. I pushed the skirt off and I realized later that I should have done the same with the panties. Tristan didn’t have the patience to screw with those. Instead of lifting me up again he grabbed either side of my panties in his hands, flexed and ripped them off my body. I couldn’t help but squeal, and I pushed down on the desk with my arms, lifting my ass up enough for him to pull the shreds that were left down off my legs.

  He stepped back then and I had a chance to catch my breath as he dropped his pants. I tried not to think about what I would look like if someone opened the door right now. My naked ass was sitting on the edge of the desk with my legs splayed open wide for him. He was obviously as turned on as I was, as evidenced by the rock hard cock that came out of his pants. He pulled off his shirt and moved forward, sliding easily into my wetness. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as put his hands on mine and pulled me more fully onto his cock. The feeling that I got when he was inside of me was indescribable. I’d never felt anything like it; it spoke to every fiber in my body. He wasn’t taking it slow at all—he was pounding into me hard with each thrust ending in a slap as our bodies lashed together.

  Tristan slipped his arms underneath my legs then and grabbed my ass in his hands, picking me up off the desk. I tightened my grip around his neck and held on while he moved me up and down, grinding me against him. His cock was buried as deep inside of me as he could get it, and each time he slid me down, most of my own weight landed against him on my engorged clit—the shock waves threatened to cause my head to explode. I knew that I was being too loud, but I couldn’t seem to stop the long, shuddering moans and grunts coming from somewhere deep inside me. About the time I thought it couldn’t possibly feel any better, he proved me wrong. He took a wider stance and instead of up and down, he started moving me in and out. My moans and grunts morphed into gasps and little squeaks. I wished we were anywhere but there so I could scream. I felt like I needed that release. I had my teeth tightly clenched, trying to hold back the screams of passion that were lodged in my throat.

  He slammed against me harder and faster. I held onto his neck, grazing it with my nails like a drowning woman being pulled from the sea. My body began to spasm and I gouged my nails in deeper without thought as to what kind of marks I might be leaving on him or the pain it caused. I was in the throes of an orgasm that was coming from a place deeper inside of me than I’d ever felt before. The sound that finally escaped along with the rush of the orgasm was somewhere between a scream and a groan. It was a deep, throaty noise and it was a lot louder than I’d thought it would be until I heard it. I was enjoying myself too much to wonder if anyone could hear me. As Tristan would say, I didn’t give a fuck.

  He held me tight through my orgasm, keeping the same motion and continuing to dive into me while my whole body clenched up tight. I gasped for air while he man-handled me until I finally came down from my high and he stopped moving, just letting me deflate into him like a rag doll. He took a step forward and sat me back down on the desk. I lay back, still trying to get my strength back. Tristan was far from finished. He grabbed my hips and slid me towards him. Then he held my legs up with his hands on my ankles and slid back into me.

  Now that our passion was somewhat sated, we were able to go a little slower and spend a little more time just taking it all in. He caressed my legs as he slid in and out of me and, surprising me, he said, “God I missed this.” It was unlike him to disclose anything that he was feeling, even that much. Hearing from his own lips that he’d missed me was like an aphrodisiac. As he slid his hands down my legs and cupped my ass cheeks with his hands he said, “Just thinking about this ass makes me hard. Just watching you walk around makes me want to crawl up between your legs and devour you.”

  His words made me moan. I lay back, propped up on my elbows with my breasts out in front of me, and I wanted his lips on them again. Before I’d finished that thought, he slid out of me, suddenly dropping down to his knees in front of the desk, holding onto my thighs and shoving his tongue deep into my pussy. I whimpered and twisted my fingers into his hair.

  “Oh my god, Tristan, oh fuck! Oh my god!” His tongue was doing a masterful job of enticing and delighting me all at the same time. He let it run around my clit and through my lips, over and over, stopping only to wiggle it inside of me and let it move in and out before moving back to my swollen clit. I crossed my legs behind his head and held him tightly between them as he worked me over. He started flicking against my clit faster and faster and then he slipped two fingers in between my folds. My mouth was making noises that even I didn’t understand.

  I could feel my body tensing again and I knew another orgasm was coming. He knew it too, I think. He kept working his fingers into me and his tongue kept doing all of those divine things to my clit while I wriggled and writhed around on the desk. My fists were clenched hard in his hair and I was coming again—hard. I was riding his face with a frantic passion while my nerves exploded and my blood passed the point of boiling. My breath was coming out in explosive gasps and I wanted to scream so fucking bad!

  When I was finally spent, I let him go. His scalp was probably going to be sore, but I hadn’t thought of that until I relaxed and unlocked him from my grip. He pulled his face up and looked at me. He was grinning and his face was shiny with my juices. He looked so fucking sexy. He grabbed his cock in his right hand and said, “He’s not finished yet.”

  Barely able to speak I finally breathed out, “I’m up for more.”

  He repositioned me and pulled me back down on his cock. I grunted loudly when he hit bottom and I realized he wasn’t any longer in the mood for slow and sensual. He fucked me quickly, holding my hips and slamming his body into mine. I had to hold onto the edge of the desk to keep from flying off, he was fucking me so hard. I could feel all of him tightening as he thrashed into me, over and over, deeper and deeper, until, in a frenzied rush of wild humping, he grunted loudly and came inside of me. For a fraction of a second, I worried that he hadn’t worn a condom. I was on the pill….fuck it; it felt too good to worry about right then. He kept moving, slower as he came down from the high of his orgasm. I didn’t want him to pull out. I didn’t want it to be over.

  He opened his eyes and looked at me and sending another rush through my body he said, “You’re so fucking hot, Elly. So damn sexy!” He leaned forward now and gripped the edges of the desk. I could tell that he was unsteady on his feet. After his breathing slowed, he took a step back, releasing himself
from my hold. I sat up, not knowing if he would just slip his pants on and go or what. With Tristan, it was always a mystery. Instead, he slipped his arms back around me and I wrapped mine around his shoulders. He leaned down and I happily brought my lips up to meet his in a long, deep kiss. In that second, all was right with the world.

  I was covered in sweat and my body was still vibrating. The fire in my belly had been quieted, but not completely quenched. My head was dizzy still from the lack of blood and oxygen as I sat there on the edge of the desk, wrapped up in his arms. I felt his cock twitch against my leg and wondered if he could possibly be getting hard again so soon. I pulled back and looked at his face. He grinned at me again, and said, “I’ve been sober for a day and a half. I think I need a little more rewarding.”

  I reached down and wrapped my hand around his semi-erect cock and began stroking it lightly; just to let him know I was game. I felt it growing again in my hand; he forced his tongue back into my mouth and I felt it probing around. I closed my lips on it and began sucking it in and out. I felt him shudder against me and I felt the big rush of blood fill up his cock once more. It gave me chills.

  I slid down off the desk to my feet and then dropped to my knees in front of him. I smiled up at him before I lowered my mouth down to lick the velvety head of his cock. I could taste and smell myself on him and it was erotic. I moved my tongue slowly in a spiral pattern, licking under the ridge. Then I closed my lips around the head of his stiff cock and let my tongue work its way downward, caressing the shaft while still making eye contact with him. I loved the look of pure ecstasy on his face and I loved the way his hard cock felt as it glided in between my lips and across my tongue, all the way to the back of my throat. I adjusted the angle of my head just a little so that I could take it all the way in. I felt my throat muscles constrict around it as my tongue continued licking and stroking it; he let out the longest, sexiest moan I’d ever heard.

  I raised my head back up and let it slide out until, once again, only the head of it was between my lips. I licked it vigorously and then lowered my head once more, deep throating him again. I realized that this was as arousing as having his cock inside my pussy. I wrapped one hand around his cock as I sucked on it and I was compelled to put the other one on my nipples. They were suddenly crying out for attention. I pulled and tweaked on them as I licked and sucked and even delicately nipped at his cock. Within seconds, I could feel the fluid flowing freely between my already sticky legs once more. It caused me to suck his cock with even more enthusiasm.

  From the look on his face and the noises he was making, he was definitely enjoying it. He held onto my shoulders and twisted us around without breaking the suction I had on his erection. He leaned his ass back against the desk. I was getting off on the fact that I was making his legs shake so hard that he could barely stand on them. He gripped the edge of the desk as my head bobbed up and down and his cock slipped in and out of my warm, wet mouth. I squeezed him with my cheeks as my tongue ran the length of it, licking the head at the end of every stroke. My body took over then, and as I held him once again as deeply as he would go inside of my mouth and down into my throat, my hand slipped down between my legs and my fingers made contact with my clit.

  “Oh fuck yeah, Elly! Oh fuck! Where the fuck did you come from? That’s it baby rub that clit while you suck me…oh god yes!”

  Once again, the sound of his voice urged me on and I took my clit between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it until it had lost some of its blood and was no longer too sensitive to touch. Finally, I was able to start stroking myself again, and I stroked my clit with the same slow steady rhythm that my mouth engulfed his cock. I continued like that for a long time, and then I finally pulled it out to rest my lips. When I did, I rose up higher on my knees and took his cock tightly in my fist and stroked it against my chest. I allowed the head of it to trace around my nipples; Tristan moaned his consent.

  I was still rubbing my clit as I moved his cock back and forth from one breast to the other feeling another orgasm building up inside of me. He was writhing against the desk and moaning and I wanted him to cum before I came again. I increased the pressure of my hand around his cock and began to stroke faster as he thrust his hips in and out more quickly. I felt him stiffen even more and, once again, I engulfed him into my mouth. I started using longer, slower strokes with my tongue as I held my lips tighter around him. My fingers still fondled and caressed my clit, keeping pace with my mouth.

  He suddenly let out a moan that could be called nothing less than blissful and the volcano began to erupt into my mouth. The first gush covered my tongue; I paused my sucking in order to savor it. I swirled it around in my mouth, covering his cock in his own warm, thick liquid. Then I swallowed it and I stroked my clit even harder as I resumed sucking him, not letting even a drop of him dribble out. He let go of another spurt and as that one was sliding down my throat, he let go of another.

  He was moaning loudly by the time he finished cumming, and I could feel the orgasm building higher in my own body as I rubbed my clit harder and faster. I continued sucking on him until there was nothing left and I felt the force of my own orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I let his cock slip out from between my lips. He reached down with shaky hands and pinched my nipples as the orgasm ripped through me. When I finally stopped moaning and shaking, he reached down and drew me up to him, giving me another deep kiss on the lips.

  He turned around and leaned me back against the desk, knowing that I was the one now having a hard time holding myself up on my quivering legs. I stood there with them quaking, trying to catch my breath as I watched him get dressed. He was finished, and I couldn’t help wondering where we were going to go from here. I was beginning to think that I was addicted to him. I couldn’t seem to get enough. Since I’d met him, I’d had sex in a bathroom and a closet and on some random person’s desk. I’d let him fuck me in the ass and I’d let him do me without a condom. I swallowed his cum and I loved it. I wondered if I was turning into some kind of sex freak. No one had ever turned me on the way that he did.

  When he finished dressing, I was still clutching onto the desk, still naked and shivering. He stepped up to me and kissed me again. It was long and sweet and I found myself not wanting it to end. But it did, with a bang….as it always did with Tristan.

  He smiled and said, “You better get going; you wouldn’t want to get caught.” Then he scooped up the rehab papers I’d dropped and tossed them at me, hitting me in the crotch. I let myself think for a fraction of a second that it was over—he was finished with me and rehab. Then, just to prove to me that he was thoroughly unpredictable he said, “Getting clean is definitely going to be worth all that.” He grinned again, unlocked the door and left me in a mild state of shock.

  MY ROCK #4

  Chapter One

  Tristan

  I promised myself before I went to sleep that I was going to clean up the pigsty I was living in. Being that I was semi-sober, it wasn’t as easy to tolerate as it was before. I pulled my tired ass out of bed and, after a quick shower to wake up, I went to work. I started in the kitchen. I didn’t have many dishes, but I realized when I was trying to wash out the bowls I’d used for cereal, I’d have to buy more. The cereal was dried to the sides of it and there was no way it was coming off. I tossed three of them, along with the spoons that were sugar-glued to the sides into the trash. Luckily, most of what else I ate came in foam or cardboard containers that I could throw away.

  After the dishes were taken care of, I found an old rag and wiped down the counters and cleaned off the refrigerator. It was funny when you sober up enough to realize how you’ve actually been living. I opened the refrigerator and saw that there were three beers and two bottles of water in there. Other than some ketchup and hot sauce, that was it.

  I took out the beer and opened all three of them. I was sorely tempted to drink them, but I didn’t. I poured each one down the drain and tossed the bottles in the trash. I realized the
n how nasty the kitchen floor was. It was amazing I ever got girls to come over and have sex with me. Besides Elly, it spoke volumes about the type of girls I was dipping my wick into. Most of them had been too stoned or drunk to notice their surroundings. It took much longer than it should have to scrub the six by three foot kitchen and I was actually winded when I got done. I’d forgotten what the floor even looked like.

  Next, I went to work on the little beat up dining room table. Every piece of mail or paperwork I’d received or brought home with me in the past few months was piled there. I couldn’t even tell you what most of it was. I sat down and started sifting through it all. I found a lot of past due bills that indicated soon I’d be living without heat or lights or water. I also found a nasty letter from my landlord. That month would be three months late. He was pissed and he made insinuations in the letter that he would be looking into eviction proceedings soon if I didn’t get caught up. He was basically a nice guy…thus, the letter. He wouldn’t be one that would enjoy telling me that to my face. I was surprised that he let it go that long. Him being a nice guy was probably all that stood between the street and me.

  I sorted the bills into piles of ones I needed to pay—although I had no fucking money to pay them—and trash. The electric, gas, and water bills were all pink. I knew that was a fucking bad sign. The trash I threw away and the ones I needed to keep, I put into an empty drawer in the kitchen. Then I turned back to the table. There was still a mirror on it, covered with powder of course, and a couple of half straws. The box I kept my weed in was there too.

  I went over and looked at the mirror first. There was enough loose powder there that if I used the blade to scrape it into a pile, I’d almost have a full line. A couple of days before, that and the beer would have thrilled the shit out of me. I had dumped the coke I had in the cabinet a couple days ago; I knew if it was there, I’d be too tempted. As I stared down at the mirror, I wondered if I’d be able to do this, knowing that was all there was.