Dirty Stepbrother - A Firefighter Romance (The Maxwell Family)

by Alycia Taylor

  I groaned behind Tyler’s hard-pressed, evoking mouth as I felt my already heated body begin to sizzle to an even higher temperature. Tyler pressed his hand firmly against my head and began directing me into a deeper, more fulfilling kiss.

  My hands moved over his large, roping muscles, exploring every inch of him. I felt my hands ride easily over the mountainous terrain of his arms, before sliding back up, only to tumble down his washboard abs.

  When I reached his basketball shorts, I slid my hand inside of the drawstring and wrapped my palm around his throbbing manhood.

  We both knew that we didn’t have much time; my father and his mother could be back any moment and with heightening passion this intense, neither one of us wanted to risk having to stop before our explosion of love had reached its climax.

  As I felt his large, warm member, it was now Tyler who groaned before he grasped my wrist and pushed my hand further down, so that I had no other choice but to take him into my hand more fully.

  Feeling him against me, almost completely naked, made my own womanliness begin to heat up, tingle and moisten, but not before Tyler snaked his way up my bare stomach with now both of his hands and freed my breasts from the sports bra I was wearing.

  With one quick motion, barely even taking time to unlock our lips from one another, Tyler tore my bra off of my body and moved his hands down so that they could relieve my lower body of my tight, form-fitting yoga pants.

  Once I was completely naked, I giggled with excitement as I felt my senses heighten. I certainly didn’t want to get caught, but the fact that there was a far higher chance of being caught only added to the allure.

  Instinctually, I covered my breasts, taking my hand off of his enlarged maleness, feeling a bit modest for the moment, while he discarded his shorts completely.

  Yet, he did not allow me to be shy very long, for as soon as he was able, he moved back toward me, ravenously thrust my legs apart, and moved between them. He threw my hands out of the way so that he could begin to massage my breasts, as well as the upper half of my body.

  I groaned with pleasure as the sensation coursed through me, but Tyler was quick to steal my voice with another long, delicious, exploratory kiss.

  With every moment that passed we both became more savage. As he took in the taste of me with the sweet and sultry invasion of his tongue, plunging deep into my throat, my hands scoured over his heated, sweating body ravenously, trying to pull him closer to me from every possible angle.

  The feel of his bare skin slapping up against my own as we moved caused the feeling of ecstasy that was gearing up inside of me to excel at a blossoming, almost overwhelming rate.

  At one time, his hand moved up and even clasped my chin in his palm, turning my head so that he could ease himself deeper into my mouth.

  I writhed with anticipation, but for the moment, he made me wait. I felt my body moan in protest, but he was consuming me too greatly for the sound to break past him into my ears. It was then that I realized he had taken full and complete control over me.

  I supposed that I should have been scared or possibly leery, but I wanted him so badly, that I didn’t care. I knew that he wasn’t going to hurt me and therefore, I continued to ease myself closer to him and enjoyed every moment of him doing the rest for me.

  Then, as his hands slid over my breasts and stopped to fondle my nipples, I felt a tingling sensation flow throughout my entire body, centered throughout my bosom. This feeling caused the rest of my senses to become all the more alert as I noticed an increase in moisture lubricating the apex of my legs, awaiting his aroused virile flesh and my pelvis thrusted towards him, jealous of the attention that my breasts were receiving.

  Suddenly, the memory of his fiery brand was not enough to quench the thirst of my longing. I knew that I needed him inside of me, before it was too late and we lost the opportunity. To speed up the process, I threw my legs up and wrapped them eagerly around his middle, pulling my own sizzling furnace up so that it rubbed against him as our loins began to throb in love and longing as one beautiful intense entity of desire.

  When I did this, he laughed and I felt the vibration of his voice deep within my throat, before he pulled his head back and repositioned himself so that he could easily claim me with a swift, driving, deep thrust of his swollen staff.

  I called out from the force of the passion that consumed me, but had little time to recover before he began plunging his way into a hasty, yet satisfying motion.

  Our lovemaking was quick and hard, almost to the point of being rough, but I loved every moment of it. In addition to the fact that we both felt as though we were in a hurry, because we could easily be discovered at any moment, there was also so much pent up sexual attraction and need inside of us both that we simply could not control ourselves from allowing our bodies and our instincts to take over.

  The two of us wildly thrashed back and forth as our bare skin continued to slap against one another and the emotions inside of us grew into a sense of excitement that neither one of us could completely control.

  By the time we were immersed in our own unique rhythm, we had completely forgotten about the possibility that anyone could walk in on us. In fact, in my mind, by the time we reached our climax, while my back bowed in order to feel him insert deeper and his hands grasped at my shoulders with a force that showcased the amount of emotion he was feeling, there really was no one else in the world besides Tyler and I.

  The feel of his manliness completely filling me, along with the motion of our love, cleared my mind of everything and anything else. We were in a place that was all our own, where there was absolutely no one to bother us.

  My brain felt a sense of clarity and excitement as I reached the pinnacle moment of our sex and I felt the rate of my breathing increase to an extraordinary level. I moaned and forced my body, which I knew would be overworked after we were finished, to keep the pace, in order to please myself, in addition to giving Tyler the pleasure that his own heightened breaths told me I was providing him.

  My moans quickly turned into gasps, which eventually turned into an explosive scream, which I hoped to God no one heard. I tried to mute myself, but as I felt Tyler explode inside of me after a quickened pace, with his warm love lava oozing into every crevice that I had within me, I could not help the cry.

  “Don’t stop…” I begged breathlessly in-between my wails of sexual victory and I saw Tyler sneer in a satisfied way before he began to return to my desired pace. After a few more skillful prods, my body began to quake, which led to a soul-shattering moment of euphoria.

  I let out one more scream of passion before I felt my womanliness begin to convulse around him in a series of spasms which caused my whole body to shudder.

  Once my body calmed a little, I felt my body convulse around his still wildly enlarged erection, while my hurried breath panted loudly in our ears.

  I stared up at Tyler and giggled excitedly, while he smiled down at me and easily curled his hand around the frame of my face, before sweetly tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

  It was then that I realized I was completely right about how exhausted I would be once the allure of our lust began to calm. My arms and legs suddenly felt as though they had acquired a host of invisible weights and were almost impossible to move. Yet, I felt completely content, as though I could fall asleep with Tyler next to me, right then and there.

  However, the feeling of contentment didn’t last long. As soon as Tyler pulled out of me, we both froze, hearing a car door slam.

  “Oh shit!” Tyler muttered.

  “Is that the parents?” I demanded, popping my head up and looking outside at the car that had just pulled up in the driveway.

  Confirming my own question, I parroted, “Oh shit!” and jumped to my feet, beginning the mad dash to get dressed again, even in the most basic way, so that no one would suspect anything.

  All I could think as I pulled my soaking wet sports bra and yoga pants back onto my equally soa
ked body, hurrying to make it all appear normal before my dad and Tyler’s mother walked into the house and saw us there was, Thank God for workout clothes!

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Tyler

  “Come on, Ashley,” I said as she lay carefully on my chest, trying to be convincing later on that night, after my mother and her father had once again gone out for the night. “I really want you to be there.”

  It had been a close call, but we had made it through without arousing any suspicion. However, in all honesty, it wasn’t like they were all that interested in us. They were far too busy sticking their tongues down one another’s damn throats to really care what we were doing there. They had accepted that we were returning from a workout easily and Ashley had brought the explanation home by explaining that I had a competition I was training for and that she had agreed to help.

  My mother, tired of hearing about my competitions, which she never showed very much interest in anyway, brushed it off and moved on. Ashley’s father asked a few basic questions before following his wife, probably to engage in their own fuck session.

  I didn’t give a shit either way.

  Nonetheless, it was nice not having to explain anything to them and since they left soon after that, we were able to continue where we had left off in my room once we knew the coast was clear.

  I heard her sigh in response to my question and I knew, even though I couldn’t see her eyes, that she was rolling them at me. “Why is it so important for me to come?”

  “Because I fucking want you there,” I answered casually, squeezing her into my arms carefully but securely.

  She shook her head and answered, “But there is going to be so many people there and I just don’t know if I can deal with seeing everyone from my past, all at once.”

  “I’ll be there,” I assured her. “And you have to face them sometime.” I let out a cocky grin before I added “And besides, between the two of us, everyone is there to see me, not you. At most you will be uncomfortable for a few minutes, then the show will start, I will steal everyone’s heart and you returning to town will be old news.”

  I could tell that she was thinking about it, which was fucking fine with me. At least I had shifted the tides of her opinion from a solid no to a maybe. Eventually, I would wear her down. After all, how could she say no to me? I couldn’t even say no to myself. I was just too damn irresistible.

  Finally, she answered, “Okay. I guess I’ll come.” She paused and added, “But what if…I run into…you know…that guy?”

  At this, I felt a flair of fury engulf me before I reared back and glowered down at her, while she stared back up at me. “If you have any problems with anyone, I will protect you. You don’t have to worry about anything. I will jump out of the fucking ring, in the middle of my competition and pound anyone who bothers you to the ground without hesitation.”

  She smiled, knowing that I meant it. But what I realized then, and was too afraid to say at the moment, was that she was worth being disqualified, or anything really. I had never felt like that about anyone…and I fucking hated it.

  Still, she seemed satisfied with that as she nodded her head and smiled at me. “Okay.”

  “So, you’ll go?” I asked, far more hopeful than I had intended.

  “Yes, I will go. I think it might be fun.”

  “It will be fun!” I answered excitedly and then I laughed as I added, “I mean, shit! What could be more fun than watching me take home the gold? I know that I certainly enjoy it and I have a sneaking suspicion that you will too.”

  At this, she laughed and snuggled into me. “You’re so modest,” she teased.

  I just smiled back at her, knowing wholly that she was completely full of shit.

  On the day of the competition, I felt like I was ready for anything.

  In the last few days, I had not only improved my carrying, I had also perfected my deadlifting; just as I had assured Ashley I would. Everything else was falling nicely into place.

  I also couldn’t believe how happy I was that Ashley was coming with me. I wasn’t exactly going to spell that out for her, but I was impressed by my level of excitement myself. I honestly hadn’t been completely sure that I would ever be so enthused by the thought of someone coming to watch my competition.

  I had concluded a long time ago that growing up, with no one coming to anything that I had, at school or otherwise, that I had to rely solely on myself. However, now I knew that I was at least capable of feeling excitement over the presence of someone besides myself doing something, and I knew that was improvement.

  Every little bit helps, I told myself, after Ashley had dropped me off in the area for the competitors and left to find a seat.

  She had given me a kiss goodbye this morning, in my room, and although I wanted our relationship to be a little more public, I was beginning to understand, at least for her sake, why she didn’t want that shit to get out.

  I still didn’t give a crap. It was my life I was living. Not my mother’s and certainly not Ashley’s father’s but I found that I had a sense of respect, buried deep inside of me, and I had chosen to show it for Ashley. I wanted her to know, without having to get all sentimental and shit, how I felt about her, even though I wasn’t even sure myself.

  All of this, having a relationship that I cared about, as well as another person to take into consideration when I get all crazy, was something that I wasn’t sure I wanted, but still didn’t want to let go of.

  I had to admit, I was having fucking fun with her and I was curious on where our life would take us. So, I kept the relationship going and stayed faithful, even though I had no guarantees that was what I even wanted.

  I wasn’t the least bit nervous, but the time of registration and all of the other bullshit that needed to take place before the competition could commence went faster than normal.

  I supposed I just wanted to get out there and start showing this little beach town what a real strong man looked like; and when I got a glimpse of the competition, I did my best not to laugh.

  It was actually worse than anything I had imagined. The men in the competition were seriously worthless.

  I’ll be surprised if any of these fuckers could even participate in the competitions, much less actually compete. I thought to myself and remembered what Ashley had said about challenging myself before anyone else. Today, it looks like I am going to be competing with myself after everyone else. These losers are laughable.

  Then, as soon as the competition started, I was assured that things were definitely going to go my way.

  The first competition, squatting, I won by a mile, or rather about a hundred pounds. It was so bad I almost fucking felt sorry for them.

  Then, the next competition was loading, which I also aced, far among the rest of the other contestants.

  Still, it was a hot day and I was breaking a very fluid sweat, but I wasn’t about to let that bring me down, seeing as all I had to do now was beat my own record. The gold in this competition was already mine.

  A few more competitions were battled out, with myself staying in the fucking lead, far ahead of all the other piss-heads and wannabes. Eventually, they knew as well as I did that they were competing for second at the very least, but I didn’t allow the assurance of a win to break my stride.

  I continued to work through the events one at a time, putting the maximum amount of effort into it, while keeping a keen eye on Ashley, who had managed a front row seat and cheered me on constantly.

  Once again, I had to admit that it was pretty fucking awesome to have a woman who was continuously trying to help me to succeed. I definitely didn’t want to lose the shit I had going for me now. I couldn’t imagine the sense of disappointment I would feel if I lost the connection that Ashley and I had now.

  Therefore, I vowed to try my best to continue to make it work.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Ashley

  Even though it felt like I had spent the entirety of my life throu
ghout the last two weeks trying to help Tyler train for the competition, once it actually started, I realized I still had little to no knowledge of what was going on.

  It didn’t take me long to figure out that I had forgotten to ask what I now thought would be some of the most basic questions, such as how the competition was scored and what to look for in people with talent.

  So, instead of trying to figure it out, I just cheered for Tyler and hoped for the best.

  It was clear though, that Tyler knew what he was doing, while everyone else seemed to just be winging it. He was definitely the most toned person there and his understanding of how it all worked was obvious.

  Throughout the whole competition, Tyler didn’t lose his smile, or his cocky showmanship, but I knew that wasn’t really an indication of whether he was doing well or coming in dead last. I was almost positive, even though I had never seen him fail at anything, that to keep up appearances, no matter how badly he might have been doing, he still would never allow that smile to be wiped off of his face.

  After all, if there was one thing I had learned about Tyler through the entirety of the time we had spent together was that he never, under any circumstances took no for an answer.

  In a way I admired that about him, but in another way completely, I found that part of him to be a total pain in the ass.

  When it came to the deadweight competition, I held my breath and hoped that he was winning the competition. Once again, his form was better than anyone else’s, but I did know that there was more to what was going on besides just form. I knew that there was some kind of scoring system, but I realized that no matter what happened with him, others in the crowd continued to cheer him on.

  In a way, even though I wasn’t completely sure what to be proud of, I still felt an immense sense of pride toward his work in general. I knew how hard he had trained for this and therefore, win or lose, I was going to be thrilled.