A Baby for My Military Stepbrother 2

by Zara, Cassandra

  “Hayley...” he whispered, his voice strained with desire. I looked at him, seeing only the power and strength of his body. I didn't know I could have such an overpowering effect on him. I felt powerful in his desire. In his gaze, I felt owned. I was claimed by the heat in his. “This is better than any fantasy.”

  His hand slid from my breast, and he lifted my arms above my head. He pinned me to the warming tiled wall with one strong hand, my body at his mercy as he looked me over. He nibbled his was down my throat, nipping at my collarbone and kissing down my breastbone toward my aching tits. I wanted him to suckle me, to take each breast in his mouth. The stubble from his unshaven face was rough on the delicate skin, but instead of turning me off, it brought his every movement to my attention. It only added to my pleasure.

  “Ian...” It was my turn to whisper his name as his mouth closed on one breast. I arched my back, straining against his hold on my wrists but not wanting him to let me go. I wanted to be under his control, I just wanted him to take more of my body.

  He lifted his head and pressed his hips to mine. His erection quested for my entrance, searching for the heat that would give us both more pleasure than we could stand. Keeping one hand on my wrists, he reached for his cock with the other.

  Ian's pupils dilated as he stroked it, and I swear he grew bigger in front of my eyes. I whimpered with desire, the void in my lower belly crying out to be filled by him.

  “You want this?” Ian asked, low and husky. “Tell me you want it.”

  “I want it,” I mewled. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the length and girth of his cock. I knew it had fit in me earlier, but seeing it again, I had no idea how it was going to fit.

  “I don't believe you,” he said, stroking his cock again. Water dripped off it and teased me with what I wanted. I struggled against his hand on my wrists, but he was too strong for me to escape.

  “I want you, Ian,” I panted. “So fucking bad. Please.”

  He stopped caressing his beautiful length and put his fingers to the V between my legs. My clit pulsed with need, and I nearly came as he ran his fingers across it and to my entrance. He dipped two fingers inside of me and moaned slightly.

  “So wet,” he whispered as he smiled his trademarked cocky grin.

  “Please, Ian,” I begged. I twisted slightly, trying to offer myself up to him. He licked my juice from his fingers.

  “This?” he asked, grabbing his dick and hovering right on the edge of me. I arched my hips, desperately trying to bridge the last few inches and take him inside of me, but he just chuckled. He rubbed his cock head along my entrance, teasing me with the smooth hardness that waited.

  I didn't have words anymore. I rocked my hips, spreading my legs as wide as I could to tempt him in. His eyes met mine and I could see he wanted me just as bad, but that he was enjoying watching me squirm for him.

  With our gazes locked, he filled me with his cock. I gasped as my body stretched to accommodate him. I was still sore from the night before, but he felt so delicious wrapped up in me that the pain was a small price to pay. He rocked his hips and the soreness disappeared, lost to a flood of pleasure.

  He just kept pressing upward and filling me. He was so big, so huge that I was sure that he would never fit, that I would explode before I could take all of him. But instead of being afraid of being split apart, the idea of his sexual arousal stretching me wide as he forced me to take all of him practically made me vibrate with desire.

  His ass contracted and relaxed as he started to pump into me. He ran his free hand down my side, pausing at the gentle curve of my breast for a moment before going to my hips while his other hand kept my wrists pinned.

  “Fuck...” He sounded just like he did when I caught him in the shower. I loved it. He looked down at me and gave a big thrust that made me gasp. “You're so tight... it's so much better than I ever imagined.”

  The idea of him standing in this shower, jerking off to the thought of me set my body aflame with desire. I wanted him to come, to fill me with his seed like he had to in his fantasies. Except, his semen wouldn't go down the drain in a waste of water. They would fill me. My lust catapulted into a bigger, stronger tremor running through my body.

  He levered above me, using my arms as his anchor point as he thrust his hips ever deeper into my body. I lost my breath to not only his heat and power, but to the pleasure coiled in my belly. His chest brushed against my upright, tightened nipples, spurring me onto more pleasure with his every thrust. I wanted more. I was molten heat beneath his talented body.

  “More...” I begged. I needed him harder, faster, and deeper. His thrusts came hard and fast, jolting my body upward with his strength, and yet it still wasn't enough. Water rained down on us, adding heat and extra sensations to every thrust like warm rain.

  I bit down on his shoulder as my body prepped for orgasm. I needed something to hold onto as I started to come undone, but with my hands pinned, I could only put my mouth to him to hold on.

  “Come for me, Hayley,” he whispered. “Come for me, Princess.”

  I felt my nerves and senses explode. Every muscle in my body tightened and released in a rhythmic spasm that took all thought from my mind. I was made of pleasure and Ian and I barely registered my cries of pleasure echoing around the shower walls.

  “God, that feels so good,” Ian gasped, his face twisted in pleasured agony. If his cock hadn't been so deep inside of me, I would have melted to the floor in a delighted puddle.

  He thrust once more, making me gasp with his how full I felt with him inside of me and still vibrating. He pulled back and let go of my wrists just long enough to spin me around so that I faced the wall.

  “Put your leg up on the ledge,” he ordered. My brain wasn't even involved in the decision to move my leg. Ian was in complete control.

  I placed my foot on the shaving ledge where I kept my shampoo and conditioner. I couldn't see Ian anymore, but I could feel his body blocking the spray of water from mine.

  Smooth, soapy bubbles ran down my back as he lathered my skin. It felt good, but my clit and pussy were aching for his cock again. His fingers felt good, so soapy and slippery, but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted him inside of me.

  “Ian...” I begged, struggling to find words. I pushed my ass out, using my body to get my point across. I glanced back in time to see his lips quirk up in a smile. Our eyes met and I could see the lust burning through him. He wanted this as badly as I did, but he was drawing it out in sweet torture for both of us.

  He took his time. He tortured me with waiting for more, using his hands to cup the water and rinse my back off. I squirmed as the hot water rinsed my skin clean. I needed to be dirty.

  His hands went to my hips and I trembled. His thrust was so sudden and strong, I nearly fell into the wall. The strength and depth of it almost hurt as he crashed into the base of my womb with his need.

  My cry of pleasure echoed off the shower wall, accenting his grunt of pleasure at my surprise. Ian's hand crept around to my front, and his fingers quickly found my swollen clit. His fingertips brushed my poor aching nub of desire and he groaned as my pussy clenched around him in response. His hips slammed into mine as his fingers teased and caressed. He lifted the hood, exposing my delicate pleasure center. With just a few flicks of his fingers, I was shaking and trembling for him. He slammed into me harder, and slowly swirled his fingers against me, turning up the heat that was about to explode through my body. I could already tell this was going to be the most powerful orgasm of my life.

  Ian must have known it as well. His thrusts began to quicken and his breath hitched in my ear.

  He's going to come, I thought. He's going to come in me again, and I want it so bad.

  Just the thought threw my body into overdrive. My pussy fluttered around his shaft, my body hovering on the threshold of a bone-shattering climax. My pussy rolled along his shaft, milking its length as the pressure stacked higher and harder along my clit. All I needed was his orgasm to
push me over the edge.

  His cock spurt and the first spray of his hot seed sent my body into a pleasure so deep, I wasn't sure I'd be able to survive it. My mind went blank as pleasure zipped up and down every nerve. My toes clenched and I lost control. My muscles milked his cock for more, wanting every drop of semen he could give me. And I could tell, he was giving me all of it. Even as the water dripped down my body, I could already feel gobs of his cum dripping out of me and onto the bathroom floor. Even still he pushed more into me, filling every crevice of my body with his life-giving seed.

  Slowly, my pleasure-soaked brain started to clear enough to remember to breath as his thrusts slowed. Water cascaded down on the both of us and the glass door was beyond fogged, though smudged by the energy of our bodies.

  Ian was breathing hard. As he softened and pulled out of me, he made a happy little moan. “That was so much better than I imagined,” I turned to see his cocky grin.

  “Same,” I replied. So, so much better.

  He leaned forward and kissed me. It was slow and easy, but the passion was still there. It was just at a low simmer instead of an uncontrolled boil.

  I grabbed the soap he had used on my back and lathered it into a foamy handful. I then ran it across his chest, appreciating the muscled lines and the fact that he was still breathing hard. My army man who could run ten miles, and I had him breathing hard in the shower.

  I ran my hands down his abs, cleaning every inch of his skin. He closed his eyes and relaxed as I cleaned his cock and balls. I knew I would need to clean myself up as I couldn't tell if it was water or semen running down my legs, but I was enjoying touching him too much.

  “I love showers,” he said, putting shampoo in his hair and then quickly rinsing it after I finished washing him. I ran the soap across the smoothness of my inner thighs, sad to be removing him from my skin. “There's never enough water in the desert.”

  My heart clenched for a moment. The desert. He would be back there in a month. I set the soap down and rinsed what I could. I didn't want him to leave, especially not now, but I didn't really have a choice in the matter. I might as well just enjoy him while he was here.

  “So, what do you have planned today?” I asked, feeling deliciously languid and loose. I was pure light and satisfaction. If I had known that being with Ian would feel this good, I would have jumped his bones years ago. High school would have been a cake walk if I could have felt like this the whole time.

  “Planned?” he asked, turning off the water.

  “Yeah, what are you doing today?”

  “Other than you?” he teased, nipping at my shoulder. I hummed with pleasure.

  “Yes, other than me.” I pulled back and gave him a serious face. “And I better be the only one you're doing today.”

  Ian laughed, hugging me close. “Don't worry about that. You're the only one that I want. The only one I've wanted for a long time. No way am I messing this up.”

  The sweet sentiment made me warm. He wanted me. I already felt it, of course.. He did just fuck me against the shower wall and it would be hard to want anyone else after sex that good, but it still felt good to hear it. To know.

  There was a long pause as he tossed me a towel. “So, you still haven't answered my question,” I reminded him.

  “Just lunch with a buddy,” he said, wrapping his own towel around his waist. I was sad to see his perfect nakedness disappear. “You want to come?”

  “You want to introduce me to your friends?” I asked, cautiously hopeful. A little flutter of excitement at the idea of being introduced to someone as “Ian's girlfriend” swept through me. It was the stuff that my high school wet dreams were made of.

  Ian frowned slightly. “You'd be there as my sister, Hayley...”

  “No, of course, you're right,” I quickly interjected, not wanting to cause drama. If he still wanted to introduce me as his sister, even while he was fucking my brains out, I could handle it. It was worth it. I was a big girl. “Sister it is.”

  “Hayley, I don't mean it like that...” Ian ran his hand through his short hair in exasperation, sending a spray of water arcing through the air. Little diamond water drops shimmered in the sunlight as they fell.

  “Don't worry about it,” I said, going up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. The hurt still stung in my chest. “I get it. No strings. This is just us getting it out of our systems.”

  “Hayley, don't be like that.” Ian frowned harder at me. “It's just that-”

  “-that you're leaving in a month. And we're still siblings. That is, until Jenny and Dad figure out that they need a divorce. Don't worry about it, Ian. I get it.” I did my best to smile up at him like it was nothing.

  He smiled at me. “I'm glad I'm not the only one who sees how poorly matched they are. But don't go breaking them up just so you can go eat lunch with me and my friends.”

  It was such a high school Ian thing to say. I must have shown it in my face. “Hey, kid, come here.” He held out his arms in a hug. I came to him and hugged him tight. “It'll be different when I come home. Promise.”

  The thrill came back. When he came home? Would we still be together? I wanted us to be. I wanted it more than anything. I didn't want to ruin the moment, or have him clarify and ruin everything, so I just smiled, tipped my face up, and kissed him again.

  “I'm going to go get dressed.” I looked down at the balled-up t-shirt on the floor and grinned. “In real clothes this time, and then I'll meet you in the kitchen.”

  Ian followed my gaze to the fallen t-shirt, then bent over and picked it up. He handed it to me. “You should keep it. Looks better on you, anyway.”

  “I plan on it,” I said with a grin. “In fact, I'm going to write my name on the tag. I gotta keep a trophy.”

  He shook his head in mock disappointment, then turned and went out the door to get dressed.

  Chapter Three

  I wore a breezy, light purple dress that I knew showed off my figure. It was perfect for a hot summer day, with just the right amount of cleavage- not too much for hanging out with my “brother” but still enough that he could look and be tempted. I pulled my hair back into a loose ponytail, pleased with how my dark hair curled down my back.

  “Damn.” Ian's reaction as he saw me coming down the stairs said it all. It was the perfect outfit. I grinned and jumped the last step down to the main floor of the house. Ian's eyes went up and down, and up and down again.

  “I don't know if I can let you out of the house looking like that,” Ian said, his gaze hovering on my cleavage. I puffed out my chest just a little, squeezing my arms against my sides to make it pop out that much more.

  “Oh, big brother,” I teased, spinning the skirt around my knees a little.

  Before I could blink, his hands were on my face, pulling me in for a kiss that I couldn't resist. I loved the desire flooding through his lips and into mine. His lust was barely restrained and I loved it.

  “You better be careful, or I'll have to rip that dress right off of you,” he growled, leaving a trail of hot kisses down my shoulder.

  “How much time do we have before lunch?” I whispered, heat filling my core and making me want to wiggle out of the dress. Or at least the little blue thong that was currently getting drenched.

  “Not enough,” he groaned, pulling himself away. “If it was anyone but Hutch, I would stay here and make sure you knew just what that dress does to a man.”

  My lips ached for more kisses. For more everything. Even with the dull ache from two rounds of sex on my virgin body, I wanted more. Craved it. It was a drug and I couldn't get enough. I was hooked on Ian's body. But, I knew a little break would probably do me good.

  “Hutch is a lucky man,” I joked, grabbing my purse from the kitchen table. “Your car or mine.”

  “Mine,” Ian instantly replied. “Yours still needs that starter. And it sucks.”

  “My car does not suck!” I shot back, knowing full well that it actually did. “Well, maybe a little, bu
t still!”

  Ian opened the garage door and then held open the car door to his jeep for me to get in. I struggled slightly not to completely flash him as I tried to get the skirt to stay in place while getting in. It didn't work very well and I saw him harden a little in his pants.

  “Damn you, Hutch...” he whispered, shaking his head. He caught my eye. “You are in so much trouble later.”

  “So, who is this Hutch guy?” I asked, smoothing my skirt and trying my best to look demure as Ian got in his seat and started the car.

  “John Hutchinson, or Hutch for short. He's a medic. We served together on my last tour to Afghanistan.” Ian backed out of the garage, hitting the button to close the door behind him. He paused before putting the car in drive, looking over at me. “He saved my life.”

  “Wow.” I could see the absolute sincerity in Ian's blue eyes. Whoever this Hutch was, he was someone that Ian respected. “How'd he do that? I didn't know you were injured.”

  Ian's eyes darkened with ghosts of the past. For having served several tours of duty overseas, it always surprised me how well adjusted Ian was. He didn't like fireworks or crowded spaces, but other than that, it was almost impossible to tell that he had seen war. I imagined everything rolled off him like water off a duck's back, just like everything did. It was just how Ian was.

  “There was a mortar blast,” Ian replied, his eyes going distant as he relieved the memory. “Hutch pulled me behind a wall. If he hadn't done that...” He kind of faded off. “Well, anyway, I owe him.”

  “I'm glad he did that,” I said, putting my hand on Ian's. He didn't pull away, instead turning his wrist so that he could take my hand in his. I smiled at him. “We better get going or we'll be late.”

  Ian gave my hand a squeeze before letting go to drive the car to the restaurant. We drove in comfortable silence, not needing to fill the quiet with empty words. The day was warm and beautiful, and there was no reason for us to talk and spoil the day.

  We pulled up to the restaurant, a cute little local Mexican food place, and Ian hurried around to open my door for me before I even had a chance to do it myself.