by Terry Towers
“I’m sorry, it’s just - ” Reed cut her off by lowering his lips to hers. He lifted his lips just long enough from hers to add, “No more I’m sorry.”
For a moment Chloe froze, stunned by his sudden unexpected reaction. Once the realization of what was happening hit her she sighed against his mouth, parting her lips and inviting him in. As his tongue touched hers, and their tongue began to dance her body responded to him. Sliding her hands up his chest, she laced her fingers behind his neck and pressed herself tight to him.
The anxiety of the previous few days slipped from her consciousness and he was hers again, as if nothing had ever happened. The desire within her suddenly flared up - hot and powerful - and she began to move against him the movement gaining the desired reaction and his cock began to thicken under his jeans until it was a rock hard mass, pressing against her stomach.
He pulled away from her, but just enough so he could look her in the eyes. The look he gave her was raw and feral, it sent a shiver down her spine and she inhaled sharply. Placing a hand on her cheek, he traced her lower lip with his thumb. “I’ve had to go four days without kissing you.”
“I’m - ”
She didn’t get a chance to respond, as he spun her around and bent her over the cool, smooth hood of the car. His body covered hers as he brushed her hair to one side and began to run a string of kisses up her neck starting at her shoulder and ending at her earlobe. The sensations his lips provoked shimmied through her and she moaned softly, grinding back against him.
“Days without touching you.” His hands slipped up and under her skirt, caressing her thighs and buttocks. She moaned as his hands moved closer and closer to the apex between her legs as her panties began to dampen from her building desire.
“Or taste you.” Reed stepped between her legs and forced them further apart. Pulling her panties to the side he slipped a finger deep into her, making her cry out. He stroked her inner core a minute, until she was rocking against his hand. Cruelly he removed his fingers, leaving her gasping and feeling empty. Chloe looked over her shoulder curious as to why he stopped to see him slip his finger into his mouth, sucking off her juices. She closed her eyes as another jolt of desire rocked through her.
“Oh God,” she managed to gasp. “What are you doing?”
He smiled, his hands slipping up and under her shirt again. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and tugging them down. “I’m going to fuck you.”
Her eyes widened in surprise as terror rushed through her, for a brief second the fact her body needed him was forgotten. “What is someone comes?” she looked around them at the dark parking lot. No one was around, but anyone could come at any second.
Reed didn’t seem to be fazed by the idea. “I guess that means they’ll get to see me fucking my girlfriend.” Kneeling behind her, he pushed her skirt up and over her hips to bunch at her waist and then tugged her panties down to her knees and urged her to step out of them. Fisting them, he thrust the panties into his jeans pocket. He pulled her hips back slightly and spreading her ass cheeks, clicked the length of her wet slit.
She cried out as she rocked against his mouth. She wanted him to stop, but needed him to keep going. “But, can’t we - ” Home, in a bed. Hell, in the car even would do. But out in the open! However, she couldn’t find her voice as his tongue took a moment to tease her entrance before the warmth of his breath and tongue disappeared and he stood back up behind her.
“No, my love. Now. Here. I’ve waited long enough to have you tight pussy around my cock.”
She closed her eyes and tried to rein in her terror over being caught, but if she were to be honest with herself, there was something insanely hot about the idea of potentially being caught.
“Consider this your punishment for jumping to conclusions.” Reed began to undo his jeans and she let out a ragged breath as her hands fisted over the cool hood of the car. Punishment? She’d hardly consider this punishment. It was just… unnerving. How she could be so turned on, while being so scared was beyond her.
However, when she felt his cock sliding up the inner side of her thigh, her pussy clenched in anticipation and all thought left her except the need to feel him. Abagail and Corey could have been standing there watching and she wouldn’t have given a damn. In fact, the thought actually gave her a perverse thrill.
~*~*~*~
Reed felt her hesitation and fear and had it not been for how hot and wet her pussy was for him when he’d stroked her pussy he would have considered waiting until they were somewhere private. As he slipped his shaft from his pants and slowly ran it up her thigh and heard her gasp and low moan, there was no turning back – not until his cum was shooting deep into her soft core.
As the head of his cock reached her moist pussy lips her body trembled and she softly moaned his name. Spreading her labia, he slipped the head of his dick between her velvety folds, running it back and forth along her slit until she was moaning louder than she really should be considering where they were.
“Please.”
He paused his teasing, lining the tip of his dick up to the entrance of her core. “Please what? Tell me what you want.” When she hesitated to answer, he slipped his free hand around to her front and began to stroke her clit. She groaned and bucked back against him. “Please what? I want to hear you say it.”
“Fuck me Reed. Please fuck me!”
He groaned, unable to hold back a single second longer and slammed himself deep into her – harder than he’d planned, but damn he’d held himself back much longer than he’d planned and his cock was aching, demanding release. The feel of her as she took him in, her pussy stretching and to accommodate his girth was incredible. He took a moment to savour the feel of their bodies united.
“Reed, oh God, Reed!” She moved against him, urging him to begin thrusting. She felt like velvet his pussy constricting around him each time he thrusts, milking his dick. With each thrust she’d whimper or moan; the sweet, sexy sounds she made were almost as arousing as the feel of her – almost.
He leaned over her, his lips tracing the fine line of her neck, nipping at the soft, sweet smelling flesh. “Come on my cock baby. I want to feel it.”
She body trembled under him. “Reed….” His name moaned from her lips sent a chill through him and his cock jerked inside of her and he groaned with her. Determined to feel her cunt tremble for him, he pinched her swollen clit between his fingertips as he began slamming into her deeper and harder with each thrust making sure that each thrust rubbed against her g-spot.
She cried out again, her fingers clawing at the hood of the car as she began to move with him, pushing back and meeting each of his thrust.
“Shhhh.” He nipped at her earlobe. “Don’t make me have to gag you.”
She didn’t quiet, if anything she got louder, but he was beyond the point of caring. If she didn’t come soon, he feared he’d have to either pull out or come without her, the ache in his balls was demanding relief soon. Straightening up, he looked down and watched as his cock slid in and out of her, the mix of their fluids gleaming in the moonlight.
“Close, so close,” she gasped. The words had barely left her lips when her pussy contracted around his shaft a final time and as she screamed out as a gush of her juices flooded his invading rod.
“Oh fuck, I love your pussy baby!” he pulled out and a droplet of her juices dripped onto his balls which was his undoing. Gripping her hips, he slammed into her a final time, showing her into the side of the car and with a low groan gave in. The flood of relief and pleasure that washed over him was so intense he had to grab onto the hood of the car to keep from collapsing over her.
Several spurts of cum rushed into her core, and just when he thought it was cover she moaned once more, her core clenching and her body trembling under his. Another gush of her juices mixed with his cum surrounding his embedded cock. He let out an unsteady breath, as he laid his forehead against the back of her shoulder.
“Are yo
u alright?” he murmured, kissing the back of her neck.
“Uh-huh.” She looked over her shoulder and he brushed his lips across hers.
He was about to deepen the kiss, the feeling of their fluids slowly slipping past his spent dick, reminded him of where they were and that they needed to get dressed. “Mmm, maybe you were right and we should have waited until we got home. I’d dying to see you naked and under me.” With great reluctance he pulled out and slipped her skirt back down over her hips. He was putting himself away when voices could be heard around the corner of the building and getting closer by the second.
She turned her back to the car, adjusting her skirt as he took a step back. “Who says we can’t have an encore performance back at my place?” She stepped up to him, slipping her arms around his neck and pressing her body tight to him.
A grin spread across his lips and while he wasn’t close to being ready at the moment, the thought of indulging in her in a more intimate setting caused a stir within him. Sliding his arms around her waist, her held her tight. “What about your roommate?”
She returned his smile. “What’s the chances that Corey hasn’t told her about us.”
“Zero.”
She stretched up and nipped at his lower lip. “Then she’s a non-issue. Besides, they’re still in there, I have a feeling she won’t be coming home anyhow.”
Reed lowered his forehead to hers. “Is it too soon to tell you I’ll falling for you?”
“Yes.”
Reed frowned.
“But considering I’m falling for you as well who am I to judge.”
Reed pulled back from her and brushed a stray lock of dark hair from her face. Of all the women in all the world he’d never have guessed the woman he’d eventually fall for would be his former step-sister, Chloe Bennett. It just goes to show, sometimes true love can be right in front of you, you just have to open your eyes and see it.
The End
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Her Stepbrother, Her Hero
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Terry Towers
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Prologue
“I had fun.” Mark Gibbons gave Gabriella a smile, but it was strained.
Sitting on the passenger side of the tiny car, Gabriella’s eyes narrowed at her prom date, Mark. Prom was supposed to be fun and exciting. It was supposed to be an all-night party, it was supposed to be the night she lost her V-card. But instead her date, a guy who wasn’t even close to the top of her list for dates, was dropping her home before 11pm. He hadn’t even hinted at wanting to have sex with her, hadn’t even attempted to touch her inappropriately.
“That’s your opinion,” she retorted.
He flinched and his smile faded. “I have to work tomorrow. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? Seriously? Work, huh?”
He shrugged.
“For years now you’ve had a crush on me, you finally get a chance to fuck me and you’re dropping me home? You’re a bag boy at the supermarket! It’s not like you split atoms for a living!” Something wasn’t adding up in this scenario. For the girl prom was about the dress, for the guy it was about sex. Wasn’t it? Sure it was. Every single friend of hers was going to parties and renting hotel rooms.
“I’m sorry. I just –”
Anger boiled up within her. She knew exactly what was going on. Or suspected at least. “What did he say to you, Mark?”
“I ummm. I –” He raked a hand through his hair and averted his gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Gabriella.”
“My damned stepbrother. What did he do? Did he threaten you?” She’d been suspecting he’d been meddling in her personal life, but no one would come clean with her and rat him out. He didn’t even attend their school anymore, he’d graduated the previous year, but still had a hold on everyone in the school. The almighty Anthony King, and the name King had been so well suited to him. He’d ruled their high school – stereotypical jock, prom king, the whole bit. She had no doubt he’d gotten fucked on prom night.
She held her hand up to her date, palm facing him. “You know what? Screw you, Mark.” Angry, she didn’t wait for a reply. Opening the car door, she got out and stormed into the house without looking back. Well, screw him. He was doing her a favour, she would have regretted giving up her virginity to him anyhow – but it was the principle of the matter that was really pissing her off.
“Honey, you’re home early.” Her mother rushed to meet her at the door as she entered and began pulling off her heels, with a wide smile on her face, no doubt eager to hear everything about prom. It would have to wait; Gabriella had bigger fish to fry at the moment.
“Is Anthony home?”
Her mother’s smile faded. “Yes, he’s in his room. What’s going on?”
She forced herself to smile. She didn’t want her mother getting involved; if her mother got involved, so would her stepfather and then her horrible prom would become a family affair. She could handle her meddling stepbrother all on her own thank you very much.
“Nothing, Mother. I just want to speak with him a second.” She shrugged, attempting to hide her anger and appear nonchalant. “No biggie.” Seeing the dubious expression on her mother’s face she gave her a hug. “Honest.”
Stepping back from her mother, she flashed her another smile, turned and raced up the stairs headed for her stepbrother’s room. That little bastard was going to get a mega piece of her mind. She had no doubt he was behind it all, the question was – why? And by god she was going to find out. He’d meddled in her personal affairs for the very last time!
She allowed the anger to resurface, and didn’t bother knocking on his door, but opened the door and stormed in, slamming the door closed behind her. “What did you do!”
“Huh?” Anthony looked up from the book he’d been reading to stare blankly at her.
Planting her hands on her hips she glared at him. “I said, what did you do?”
He huffed and focused his attention back to the book in his hand. “I think you drank a little too much at prom because you’re talking crazy. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
His dismissive attitude only amplified her anger. Rushing across the room to the bed he was sprawled out on, she snatched the book from his hand and tossed it across the room. “Don’t you lie to me. You’ve been meddling in my personal life ever since Mom married your dad. Admit it!”
His jaw clenched and annoyance flashed in his eyes as he leapt from the bed to stand before her, towering over her, close to a foot taller than her. “I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about!”
“Prom. That’s what I’m talking about. What did you do?”
He stared blankly at her again. “You’re nuts, Gabby. Totally off the rails.”
She’d had enough of his lies and lashed out, slapping him across the face, her hand leaving a faint palm print across his jaw. “I hate you!” She spun to turn away from him when he grabbed her upper arm and spun her back around to face him.
“Now who’s lying?”
She frowned. “Let me go!” She attempted to squirm from him, but he held tight. She pulled harder and stumbled. Attempting to pull her back to him, he pulled her with a little too much force and sent her tumbling onto her back onto the bed, him tumbling with her.
He landed on top of her between her legs, bracing up his weight with a hand on either side of her head. Her anger reaching a breaking point, she began to fight harder, bucking up against him. “Calm down, Gabby!” Grabbing her wrists he secured them above her head.
“No! I’m so sick of you being the pride of this family. I’m so sick of living in your shadow. And if that’s not enough you�
�re the favourite, you have to chase off my boyfriends too.” She began to squirm again.
“Gabby. Stop.” He spoke in such a firm voice that it caused her to still under him, but that wasn’t the only thing that startled her. His eyes weren’t angry, but there was something else in his gaze – lust. She suddenly became fully aware that her short skirt had become bunched up around her waist and his rock hard erection was pressed against her pelvis.
Frowning, Gabriella stared up at him. The need in his eyes was painfully evident. Not sure what to say, but things were becoming clear for her. He’d been so damned mean to her for so long, could he…? “Anthony… Tony…”
He pressed his erection against her again, his eyes lowering to her lips. She moaned softly. What in the hell was happening?
Just when Anthony’s lips began to lower to hers, the sound of heavy footsteps came up the staircase and both froze. Alarm replaced the look of lust in his eyes and Tony sprang from Gabriella as if he’d been burned.
“Get out,” he hissed. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her from the bed. “Go.”
She wobbled on her feet, not sure what was happening. The door to Anthony’s room flung open to reveal his father, former Marine and her stepfather, Vincent King.
Vincent looked from her to her stepbrother and back again. “Go to your room, Gabriella.”
Gabriella didn’t hesitate. Vincent was a good man, he’d never laid a hand on her or Anthony and was quick to reward them when they deserved it, but he was firm with his parenting and expected to be obeyed without protest. At the door she glanced back at Tony, but Tony’s eyes weren’t on her, they were locked with his father’s.
