Read Stepbrother Surrender: A Step Romance Novella Online
Authors: Zoe Blair
“A
jerk? Babe that’s a little harsh; don’t be such a bitch.”
After
being around Brandon for the past few days, the sudden contrast in maturity
that I was seeing in Andrew took me by total surprise.
Is
this seriously what I was putting up with for the past three months?
I
wanted to kick myself at the revelation.
Andrew
started to lean into me with a slimy grin stuck across his face, as he cornered
me against the wall.
“Andrew,
why don’t you just go; this isn’t working,” I told him in a forced but
transparent bravado.
“What
the fuck?” Andrew’s eyebrows scrunched up as his tone grew belligerent.
The
uncontrollable rage that he always seemed to have, which admittedly had turned
me on when he was channeling on the football field, was now directed toward me
for the first time and I was shaken by it.
“Andrew,
will you please leave!? I’m trying to be nice here!”
I
was demanding him at this point, but he only pressed his body harder against
me, and pushed his lips into mine as his sour breath clouded against my face.
“You
were always such a fucking prude, you know that? Maybe if you weren’t always
leaving me with blue balls all the fucking time I wouldn’t have had to get
Reagan to give me head!” He shouted.
His
hand started to press against my breasts and run down my sides as my breathing
quickly intensified and I felt on the verge of panic; this guy I thought I’d
known had turned into a complete monster.
“Andrew,
stop! I’m fucking serious!” I panted out nervously as he grabbed my neck.
“Maybe
if you weren’t such a bitch I wouldn’t have had to fuck every other girl in
school,” he breathed.
I
wanted to scream or cry, or something – anything to get away from him.
But
I didn’t know what would happen if I did, so I went silent as he rubbed against
my clit with his aggressive and uncaring touch, whispering harshly into my ear.
“Maybe
if you weren’t such a fucking bitch I wouldn’t have to do it this way,” Andrew
laughed before his teeth clenched in anger.
My
mind shut down as I suddenly felt like a prisoner in my own home and tried to
comprehend how this could actually be happening. I felt dizzy.
“Andrew
pleases, please let me go,” I whispered a final plea to him, defeated. He only
seemed more angered by it.
“Fuck
you! Shut up!” He said, pulling me by my shirt and slamming me hard against the
wall as he mashed his lips into mine.
My
body went limp now and I clenched my eyes shut, wanting it to all go away but
fearing it was going to get much worse. I tried to mentally prepare myself for
what he was about to do to me.
But
he didn’t get to do anything else.
My
eyes opened and in a shock, I suddenly heard Andrew’s breath escaping his lungs
in a quick whoosh, and I saw an enraged Brandon pulling him off of me.
“What
the? Who are you? You wanna fucking go, bro?!” Andrew screamed
frantically as his shrill voice bounced off the high ceiling in the foyer and he
stumbled into an attack stance.
Andrew
had all the confidence you’d expect of a Neanderthal, 5’10” 200-pound star
football jock as he posed, ready to pounce at Brandon.
But
as I looked at my stepbrother, I saw an indescribable strength in his eyes that
made Andrew look like a cranky child.
Andrew
didn’t know he was picking a fight with a man; and a furious one at that.
Brandon’s eyes gave away with no mystery that he was
not
to be tested by
the kid.
But
Andrew leapt toward him anyway, and immediately Brandon had him in a lock,
giving him a solid punch to the nose before grabbing him by the collar and
pushing him
against the wall.
Andrew
panted out expletives; whining as Brandon got up into his face.
“If
you so much as contact Elle again, I will find you and I will fucking
finish
you, you got me?” Brandon huffed cool and calm through his gritted teeth, and
he held the now speechless jock in place.
I
stood there breathless. My heart was pounding like a drum as he opened the door
and literally
threw
Andrew outside before ordering him to get in his car
and leave.
He
closed the door and came up to me quickly.
“Are
you okay?”
“Yeah,”
I said in a daze, before feeling compelled suddenly to try and explain myself.
“I
just wanted…” I started to speak, but was interrupted as Brandon’s soft mouth
pressed against mine.
I
couldn’t believe I was making the same mistake twice; I hadn’t even finished
thinking it through the first time. But my response was instinctual and automatic.
I
wanted Brandon badly, and I’d deal with the consequences of him rebuffing me
again, if it meant I could experience his kiss again.
He
didn’t reject me, though.
Instead,
his tongue found mine and he grabbed my hips, pulling me firmly into his body.
He
kissed softly but intently along my neck, and up and down the curve of my neck
and shoulders.
My
heart was still frantic, trying to process what was happening.
But
Brandon’s eyes were wild as he pressed me against the wall and our tongues
tangled and his firm fingers caressed across my hips.
“I
want you,” I finally told him. “I want all of you right now, even if it’s
wrong; I don’t care” I whispered.
His
fingers pulled my shirt up as his hand dove beneath, and for the first time I
felt his skin on mine with sexual intent.
Holy
shit!
I thought, giddy and excited as he moved forward on me.
His
fingers caressed over the soft, sensitive skin of my navel and he kissed behind
my ear, evoking a soft moan out of me and leaving my skin covered in goose
bumps.
His
hands slid up atop my bra, massaging over my breasts and I sighed as my nipples
grew hard and sensitive.
Breathing
heavy onto my neck, Brandon pulled my shirt up and off before quickly
unclipping my bra.
I
felt the heat between my legs spreading as he pulled my bra off and my breasts
hung in the cool air for a moment just before his palms landed on them -
cupping them and teasing the tanned stiff ends.
“Fuck,”
I gasped as his teeth sank into my skin with soft bites along my neck; I could
feel the power restrained in his movements.
“I
want this, too,” Brandon whispered as his fingers landed on my jeans and slowly
unzipped them.
I
couldn’t believe that his fingers was so close to my clit, and I squirmed from
the feathery vibration on my mound.
“I’ve
wanted this since I saw you in the airport,” he admitted, grinning.
I
pulled my jeans off before he swept me up and carried me upstairs.
He
carried me as if I was weightless and I watched his biceps flex before he laid
me on my bed.
I
saw his bulge, big and obvious now; and as my heart raced in anticipation of
some kind of a rejection, I went for it, landing atop the hardness.
“I
always remember how it looked when I first saw it,” I admitted, looking up and
biting at my lip.
“Really?
Well it’s grown a lot since then.” He laughed, undoing his pants and pulling
them down, as he revealed the
much
larger tool that was hanging between
his thighs.
The
inhibition that Brandon was off limits started fading; the dirty desire to fuck
my stepbrother was instead sweeping me away into an ocean of want.
I
didn’t care who he was or how he related to me; he was a man that I lusted
painfully over, and maybe even loved.
“Shit,”
I laughed in a surprised breath as I wrapped my fingers around the thickness,
feeling the warmth in my grip.
“Still
like it, huh?” He smiled.
“Obviously,”
I nodded, rolling my eyes playfully.
I
tugged on it loosely, watching him close his eyes and moan at the sensation.
I
wanted to give Brandon everything I had in that moment; I wanted to give him
the world and I grew excited with each hint of pleasure that I was able to
elicit from him.
I
tried to wrap my fingers around all the way his girth, but fell short and began
to wonder what it would feel like inside me.
“Can
I?” I asked him, bringing my lips closer to him.
“Um,
definitely,” he laughed insistently.
And
I started teasing the underside with my tongue.
Luckily,
it wasn’t my first blowjob, but it was by far my most important.
And
while I knew it wasn’t too hard to bring a boy
my
age to orgasm, I
wondered how difficult it would be for me to please a guy who’d probably laid
tons of women.
There
was only one way to find out though, and I closed my eyes, opened my lips, and
softly enveloped his head.