Stepbrother Studs: Sean (2 page)

When I raised my glance again, he was giving me one of those familiar, one-sided smirks that used to infuriate me when I was teenager, but which quickened my breath now.

He let out a long breath. “Go get into the bed, Rose.”

I walked slowly past him, knowing he was watching my every move, and crawled onto the mattress, well-aware of the view of my ass and pussy he was getting. Could he already tell how swollen I was... how wet? I lay down on heavenly-soft pillows and groaned.

“We’re stealing these,” I said.

“So long as you can fit it into the Jeep.” And then he walked toward the bed and pulled on the covers, dragging them downward to bare the bottom sheet. “Get into the middle—we aren’t taking sides. I’m gonna be all over you, baby.”

Shivering at his low, growling tone, I scooted to the center of the bed, and then gasped when he gripped my thighs and pushed them apart. He stepped on his knees between them, then reached for one of the fluffy pillows. “Lift your hips.”

I did, and he slid the pillow under my ass. I felt awkward and little unsettled with my pussy raised and him looming over me, his body so tight I could detect ripples in his arms and abs. But I wasn’t a mouse, and I’d asked for this, dreamed about it too long to let my first time, with him, be anything but perfect.

I placed my hands on my breasts and molded them, pushing them up and together while I let my eyelids drift halfway down. “I’ve wondered what it feels like to have a man suckle my tits,” I said, my tone bold.

He raised one dark brow. “I suppose I should start there...?”

I gave him a smile, and drew my hands away, letting them rest beside my head on the pillow. “Please.”

His soft laughter had a dirty edge, and I relaxed, glad he’d decided I didn’t have to be treated like a scared virgin, because he bent over me, letting his cock slide up my inner thigh and mouthed my nipple.

He groaned and circled his lips over it, before taking the tip between his teeth and gently tugging.

I mewled like a kitten and raised my knees to clutch his sides. “Don’t tease,” I gasped. “Sean, fuck, oh God, do that again,” I gritted out when he took a deeper bite.

Instead, he began licking my areolas, circling around and around, and then he fluttered his tongue against the tip until my belly jerked and moisture spilled from inside me.

“Enough!” I slid my hands between us and covered my breasts. “I’m not coming from you playing with my breasts. I want you inside me.”

“Afraid I can’t get you off again?”

“I’ve never had more than one orgasm at a time.”

“Baby, how did you make yourself come?”

His voice was low and sexy, and I couldn’t stop myself from answering even though it was embarrassing to admit. “With my fingers. On my clit.”

“Show me.” He moved down my body and knelt between my thighs. “Don’t be shy. Show me.” He stroked his cock. “I’ve imagined you sliding your fingers between your legs to pleasure yourself a million times, baby. Show me what it really looks like.”

Put that way, I could hardly deny him. I’d been the center of his fantasies.

I lifted my fingers to my mouth and licked them slowly. With one hand, I used my fingers to spread my lips while lifting to expose my clit to the air.

His breath hitched as he stared at the red little nubbin. Then I spread the moisture on my fingertips atop my clit, rubbing it in circles, slowly at first, and then harder and faster as arousal coiled in my belly.

Again, I mewled, and arched my back, aware of the sexy sounds I made and my tightly beaded nipples. When I let go of my folds and thrust a finger inside me, I began to pump my hips, grinding against my hand, reaching deep as I continued to rub my clit.

At last, Sean covered my hands with his and drew them away from my pussy. “Damn, that was sexy. Better than I imagined.”

I pouted. “I almost came.”

“Thought you wanted to come with me inside you.”

“I’m beginning to think all you want to do is tease me to death.” I sat up and reached for his cock, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. “Maybe you need to know how that feels.”

“You ever sucked a man’s cock?”

I shook my head. “Can’t be that hard.”

“Dare you to say that again.” He clasped the hand holding his dick and gave it a squeeze.

I tossed my hair back and went to my knees while he continued to kneel. Then I bent low.

A bead of cum bubbled at the narrow slit. Curious about the taste, I licked it up, then groaned. Salty, musky. My favorite flavor now.

His fingers combed through my hair, then fisted at the back of my head. He lifted my head until I our gazes locked. “Slide that hot, wet mouth down my dick, Rose.”

Good Lord, he used the same tone he had when he’d told me to sight down the barrel of a rifle and take a shot. His voice was hard and low. And the tug on my hair wasn’t gentle.

I opened my mouth wide and fit my lips around the crown, then let him guide me, his hand rising and lowering, still clutching my hair, showing me how deep he wanted me to take him inside. I gagged when the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.

“Relax, baby. Ease open. Let me slide deeper. You can do this.”

And I did, breathing noisily through my nose as he eased into my throat. I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care, his big, thick cock was all the way down my throat and my pussy was so fucking hot I couldn’t resist slipping a hand between my legs to touch my clit.

“No!” He raised my head all the way off and let go of my hair.

I sat swaying, sweat sprouting on my forehead and cheeks. My body felt steamy and pliant and all I could do was stare at his long, glistening cock. I wanted it inside me, wanted him so deep neither of us knew where one ended and the other began.

I raised my gaze. “Please fuck me, Sean. Please.”

He lay on his back, and gestured with a curl of one finger. “You fuck me. Take me as slow as you need because, baby, if I was on top, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

“I don’t want you in control.”

“You may not have a hymen, thanks to your own sweet fingers, but you also haven’t had a man stretch you all the way. You’ll need to go slow.” When I pouted, he gave me a one-sided smile. “You don’t want to be so torn up we can’t do this again tonight, right?”

Put that way, I let my shoulders droop in defeat. I took his hand when he held it out, and accepted his tugs to get me into position—straddling his hips, his cock poised at my entrance. Then, with my gaze locked with his, I lowered.

The broad head felt too wide to fit. I said so.

He chuckled and reached to spread my folds. “Take it easy, baby. Inch down me. You’re gonna kill me, but I won’t move a muscle.”

I pressed downward, moaning as he slipped inside me, then I rose again and lowered, this time without any discomfort, just a sexy stretch that convinced me I needed more.

I rose and lowered, taking him by inches until my channel and his cock were soaked with my juices, and I was nearing his groin.

“You can change up the motions,” he whispered.

“Show me.”

He gripped my hips and made a circle, screwing me down his cock. At last, I rested against him. The feeling was so foreign, but glorious. I shook back my hair and moaned again.

“Sean, you’re so deep inside me. I love the way this feels.”

His fingers bit my hips, and I glanced down. His face was tight, teeth bared. I’d pushed him to his limits.

I bent over him and gave him a slow, wet kiss. When I broke away, I hovered over his mouth. “Can you finish this, please?” I whispered. “I’d love to watch you fuck me.”

His eyes darkened and he wrapped his arms around my back and rolled, not stopping until he was on top.

The change of angle and pressure excited me.

“You have to move,” I said, urgency plain in my tight voice.

He drew his arms from under me and rested on one elbow as he glided a hand from my breast to my lower belly. “I love the way you feel under me, baby. I’m gonna get a little wild. Think you can take it?”

I nodded, eager for him to begin. Already, my body was quivering. My thighs clenched around his hips. When I framed his face with my hands, I lifted my head to give him another searing kiss. “Baby, do it. Give it to me hard.”

I did have an inkling now of exactly what that meant. A hint of how it would feel, and my pussy clamped around his cock.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He hissed air between his teeth. “Feels so fucking good.”

Encouraged, I tightened and released, and tightened again.

His eyes shot opened and he narrowed them. “You’re a fast learner.”

“You should know. You taught me how to shoot in a day.”

He laughed, and then shook his head. “Well, hold on. This could get rough.”

Smiling, I waited as he braced himself on his hands and began to move inside me, gentle drives, at first, then gradually stronger and sharper.

The harder he thrust, the more the tension tightened inside me.

“I’m close,” I said, my breath ragged.

His expression grew taut, sweat slicking his back and chest. I ran my hands over his body, reveling in the feel of his hard, rippling frame. And then my head felt heavy as pressure built. I keened and sank my nails in his ass as he powered into me. Pleasure exploded and I cried out again, arching under him, undulating wildly. As though from a distance, I heard the wet slaps as our bodies met, the soft grunts he gave as he pounded inside me.

When his shout rang out, I gave him a tired smile and clung to him. We rested, him squeezing the breath out of me with his weight, but I didn’t mind. We were joined. Connected in a primal way. I was his—and Sean was mine.

Mine.

He stirred and began to withdraw, but I groaned and held him fast against me.

“You can’t breathe,” he murmured.

“Then I’ll die happy,” I quipped.

In moments, I was asleep.

* * * *

The next morning, I woke alone in the bed with the most delicious sound coming from the bathroom. Water was falling.

I flipped back the covers and padded to the doorway. My breasts ached from the strong pulls of his mouth in the early morning hours. My pussy was swollen and hot from overuse. But I didn’t care. I was a woman now. Fully initiated into the joys of fucking.

I pushed open the door to find him inside the shower, his tall frame distorted by the misting water. Suddenly the glass door slid open. A large hand grasped my arm, and he pulled me inside.

I laughed, coming up against his chest, and brushing back my hair. “How—?”

“The owner had a well to maintain her garden. I only had to run some hoses, start the generator.” He lifted both his brows. “You like?”

I grinned and closed my eyes as I raised my face. “It’s heaven. You’re handy.”

“Think you’ll keep me around?”

Something in his voice made me open my eyes. His dark gaze was steady, his expression set. “Are you worried that last night was just me scratching a long-overdue itch? That any healthy man would have done?”

Sean drew me closer, his hands resting on my bottom. “I just want you to be sure. Last night was...” He shook his head and laughed.

It was a nervous laugh, and I understood. I placed a palm against his cheek and rose on tiptoe to brush his lips with mine. “Last night was special because I love you—I’m
in
love with you. And I have been for as long as I’ve known you.”

His expression changed in an instant. His mouth trembled, and his eyes filled. “I love you too, Rose. If it didn’t mean as much to you, it would have killed me.”

I leaned against him and hugged him. “You’re my everything. My hero, my brother, my lover. Everything rolled into one.”

“It’s not wrong? Our being in love?”

I leaned away and gave him a glare. “Who cares? Brother, sister?” I shook my head. “That went out the door last night when you fucked me. I’m yours, Sean. Whatever you want to call me.”

He tipped back my head and bent to kiss me. “Lover. Wife. My woman.”

“My man,” I said, grinning. Then I slid a hand between our bodies and gripped his hardening shaft. “I’ve never done it in the shower.”

“Baby, I’m going to give you every first your dirty little mind can imagine.”

We laughed and kissed, and then he picked me up, and I wound my legs around his hips. As he pushed me against the tiled wall and filled me up with his thick, hard cock, I hoped, one day, that I could add another name—mother.

For now, safe inside his embrace, I could only concentrate on his strong thrusts, my wildly beating heart, and the sexy tension building in my core.

He slid me up and down the slick walls, all the while crushing my ass with his strong hands and murmuring all the sweet nothings he’d held inside.

“Fuck, I love the way you feel. Love your tits, your firm ass.” He bounced me on his cock.

“I didn’t know you were such a sweet talker,” I teased.

“Sorry, I slept behind you in the tent every night my dick so hard I could have pounded a post all the way to China. Baby, you’ve been driving me nuts.”