Secret: A Military Stepbrother Romance (35 page)

“
Oh my God
—” I gasp, panting as I feel his cock throb deep inside of me.

“You okay?” He murmurs into my ear.

“Yeah, just— just go slow,” I say with a small laugh. “You’re not exactly small.”

His mouth is on my neck, his lips teasing the skin there as his fingers stroke my sides. “I told you, I’m not going to hurt you.” 

Slowly, he starts to ease out, and my muscles clench around him, as if trying to draw him back inside. He pushes in again, and suddenly that stuffed full feeling is turning into the most erotically sensual thing I’ve ever felt. 

Hunter slowly begins to rock his hips, his slick cock sliding in and out of my clenching, tight ass as he groans and grips my hips. 

I’m
moaning
as the forbidden sensations rolls through me. My fingers blur across my clit as Hunter buries his cock in my ass again and again, and before I know it, I’m gasping as I feel my entire body catch fire and blaze towards that inevitable release. 

He twists my head around, and I’m moaning into his fierce kiss, my hand reaching back to clutch at his hair. His thrusting becomes a bit faster, a bit more forceful, and a bit deeper, and I’m moaning with wild abandon as he fucks my ass. I’m close,
so
close to what’s building to be an absolutely earth-shattering orgasm. The thought that I’m going to come bent over the Oval Office desk with my stepbrother’s cock deep in my ass is almost all it takes to push me over.

“You like my cock in your ass?” Hunter growls into my lips.

I whimper in response, gasping as he thrusts in deep. “M-hmm,
yes
,” I say with a gasp

He chuckles, his voice dark and deep as he rocks his hips against my ass. “Uh-uh, Maddie, I want to hear you.”

Holy fuck I’m going to come.

“I want to hear you say it,” he says darkly, his voice thick and his cock throbbing deep inside of me. “I want to hear you tell me how it feels with my cock deep in that tight ass of yours, and then I want you to come for me.”

I choke out a sobbing moan, feeling my sanity and reality blurring at the edges. The powerful, forbidden feelings thunder through my body and I whimper. 

“
It’s so good!
” I gasp, one hand on my quivering pussy and the other raking my nails across the desk as he drives in again and again. “
It’s so fucking good!
”

I hear him groan, and his cock throbs so hot and deep inside, and suddenly his fingers are right there with mine, sliding wetly over my aching clit as I start to tumble over the edge.

“
What
feels so good, princess?”

The cry comes clawing from my throat as I feel my toes curl and my body starts to crumble. 

“
It feels so good with your cock in my ass!
”

And then I’m shattering as I go off like a bomb. I just
explode
, the whole world around me going to pieces as one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever felt goes tearing through my like a riptide. Hunter roars and I can feel him throb deep, coming with me as we go flying over the edge.

It’s a blur after that, and I’m dimly aware of another smaller climax flooding through me at just the feel of him before he’s slowly easing out of me and scooping me in his arms. I’m hugging my body against his, breathing into his chest as he carries me across the room to one of the couches, where we collapse into each other panting. 

“
Holy shit
,” I mumble out, feeling the lingering electric buzz of my climax still sparking through my body.

“
Yeah
,” Hunter says, leaning down to kiss me.

“That was…” I shake my head, feeling my pulse still thudding in my ears. “That was insane.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

I grip the armrests of my seat with a white-knuckle grip, my breath coming quick in my throat as I squeeze my eyes shut. The tightness in my stomach pulls at me, and for a moment, I feel  paralyzing fear claw me into the seat as the floor seems to drop away beneath me.

Until I feel his hand on mine.

I squeeze it in an iron grip, swallowing heavily and letting my eyes crack open as I turn to look at him with a wary smile on my face. “Sorry, I’m a wimp.”

Hunter grins. “You know, I never would have pegged you as a bad flyer.”

“It’s not— Jesus
fuck
—” I choke out as the sound of the plane’s wheels tucking underneath sends my adrenaline spiking. “It’s not the
flying
I’m bad at, it’s the taking off and landings.”

He winks at me and squeezes my hand one more time before quickly dropping it back to his own lap as Emma swivels in her seat to look back at me. “See? Smooth take-off!” She says with a smile. “And now you can relax, close your eyes, and I’ll wake you when we land in San Francisco.”

The plane shudders in a way that I’m sure is a
totally
natural part of the process, but I squeeze my eyes shut anyways as I gasp.

“Just the wheels,” Hunter says under his breath to me as he chuckles and pats my arm in a very non-sexual way. He turns to look out the window of Air Force One while Emma just sits there beaming at us. She’s been grinning like this more and more over the last three weeks every time she sees the two of us getting along or being nice to one another, like she’s so
so
proud of both of us for embracing the “loving wholesome step-siblings” card she and the rest of the PR team have been trying so hard to spin after the announcement.

Except three weeks later, things are anything
but
“wholesome” between Hunter and me. Three weeks later, the word “wholesome” is the last word in the world I would use to describe what’s happening between the two of us. 

The words “dirty”, “sinful”, “naughty”, and “perverse” might suit it better.

Three weeks later, and we’re still fooling around like we’re some sort of secret couple; a dirty, secret affair. In public, we play the part, of course. In public, ever since that announcement on national television where Hunter had me coming in front of all of America, we play the step-sibling card to the
letter
. We do photo shoots back at the VA hospital with wounded veterans, we attend charity events, we smile on television, we go to lavish dinners and galas with members of government and rub elbows with ambassadors. 

We joke playfully during interviews, pose for funny pictures. We even do a small segment on “Good Morning to the Nation” where Hunter laughs and nods on camera that “yes, he’s so glad to have finally gotten the younger sister he’s always wanted” before he playfully tickles me. 

Which I’m sure has every soccer mom in the country biting their lip and thinking something
extremely
unwholesome about the very
wholesome
young man grinning his way into their fantasies from the TV. We’re the step-sibling duo from a sitcom; the all-American, cheery, witty-bantering, fun, wholesome Madison and Hunter, residents of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

In private though, it’s a
very
different dynamic. 

In private, he consumes me. In private, he does things to me I’ve never
imagined
that have me whimpering and begging for more. I crave it
deeper
, and
darker
; I want everything with him. I want him even more when he ties me to the four-post bed in my room and fucks me bare; fucks me with his fingers in my mouth to keep me from screaming. I want him even more when he bends me over the edge of the luxurious big white tub in my master bathroom and takes my ass again as he rubs my clit. 

It’s all behind closed doors, all hidden away in the secret shadows where no one can see.

And I
love
being his dirty, wicked, naughty little secret.

The plane levels out as we hit cruising altitude, and I can finally relax. 

That is, until Emma turns back around and I feel Hunter’s hand drop to my knee. I grin as I turn and flash him a look. 

“
Careful
,” I whisper, nodding my head towards Emma and Dexter and some of the Secret Service guys sitting towards the front of the cabin.

Hunter just shrugs and moves his hand a little higher. It’s nothing
obscene
, but it’s not like it wouldn’t raise eyebrows and some serious questions if someone were to walk back here and see his hand resting on my thigh like that.

Let’s just say it’s
hardly
a gesture that fits the whole “wholesome step-siblings” narrative.

“Have I ever mentioned how much I like you wearing these damn skirt-suits?” He murmurs into my ear, sending a little shiver down my back.

“It’s all Emma and the rest of the PR team,” I say quickly, biting my lip as I feel his strong fingers tease across my thigh, inching towards the hem of my skirt.

“Well remind me to send them a thank-you card,” he says with a smirk as his hand slides higher.

We’re twenty minutes into the five hour flight to go join my mother and Alec for the international renewable energy summit she’s speaking at in San Francisco, and I’m already spreading my legs wider to give Hunter better access to what lies between them.

I grip my armrests again like I did during take-off, but this time, my eyes are wide open and darting across the backs of the seats a few rows in front of us where Emma and Dex are sitting. 

This time, I’m not gasping in fear, this time, I’m sucking in air and trying not to make a
sound
as Hunter’s fingers find the front of my panties and rub gently across them. This time, it’s not turbulence or vertigo I feel in the pit of my stomach, it’s a
need
for the man sitting next to me.

“I need to taste you,” he suddenly growls in my ear, his lips nipping at the lobe.

I bite my lip as I grin at him. “That might be a
little
hard to be covert about
here
,” I say quietly, nodding again towards the occupied seats in front of us.

“It’s a big plane.”

I turn to him, my brow raised and the thrilling promise of both trouble and pleasure that I get whenever he looks at me like that burning through me. “You’re serious?”

He shoots a glance towards the front of the plane before he pulls my hand into his lap, and I blush as my fingers find him rock-hard and ready. “I dunno, doll, you tell me.”

“
Incorrigible
,” I whisper, grinning at him. 

“Says the girl who’s practically leaving a puddle on the seat,” he growls into my ear, making me blush and squirm in my seat. His fingers press against the cleft of my pussy through my panties as he whispers again into my ear. “I think we should join the club.”

I frown. “The club?”

Hunter grins wickedly at me. “As in, mile-high club.”

My eyes widen at him as I feel the heat bloom in my face. “Yeah,
right
.”

“I’m totally serious,” he says, his finger dragging up and down the front of my panties in a maddening way.

I swallow the moan and look up into his eyes. “And how
exactly
would you suggest we pull that off here?”

He grins, “Easy. Meet me in the back bathroom in five minutes.”

He unbuckles his seatbelt and starts to get up before I can even process what he’s just said.

“
Wait!
” I hiss, pulling at his shirt sleeve. “We can’t just…
go
back there.”