Unleashed (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (48 page)

I push two fingers inside me, and they slide in easily. I’m rubbing my front wall but it just doesn’t feel as good as when he does it.

He’s still enthralled with the sight of me touching myself. I feel like I’m the only girl in the world that has this kind of attention from him.

Me… the nerdy girl. Me, the unpopular girl who never hiked her skirt up, who never wore makeup to school.

He wants
me!

And then we meet eyes, and like that, the tension snaps. He drops my underwear, I stand up, and he pulls me tight against his body, crushes his lips against mine, and we’re kissing like there’s no tomorrow, mashing mouths and banging teeth and twirling tongues and sharing saliva.

I’m moaning and panting onto his face, and he’s devouring my body with his hands, groping every inch of flesh I have, pulling at my nipples, rubbing the insides of my thighs, cupping my sex…

I moan as he pulls a finger up through my folds, shudder as he touches my clit. His fingers settle just above it, and he begins to rub me in circles like he did at the beach.

I squirm in his arms, turn around and put my hands behind me so I can grasp onto his manhood. He’s so thick, so hard, I feel like I’m holding onto the handle of a hockey stick.

I begin to pump him behind my back, and I can feel his cock rubbing against me. He fingers me from behind me, and our skin is pressed so tightly together that the heat from his body radiates straight into me.

He’s kissing the back of my neck where it meets my shoulder, making the hairs on my body stand up on end.

I’m squirming and writhing like I was at the beach. I can’t believe we’re doing this again! I can’t believe I’m giving myself to him like this,
again!

But he makes me feel desired, makes me feel attractive. I can tell just from the aura around his body that he wants me bad… it’s almost like he needs me.

And it’s so hot… and it’s making me so hot.

“Oooh,” I moan as he rubs me, as he caresses me, as he makes me feel good. He’s creeping me closer and closer to the precipice, and I clamp my eyes shut and I lose focus on pumping him.

“Come on,” he says in my ear, and he guides me to the bed. He swipes my suitcase off it, and I watch as it turns upside down, spilling all my folded clothes, but I don’t care.

I lie on the bed, looking at him, feeling lustier than I ever have. He pulls open my knees, and he drops in between them, and I feel his hot breath on my sex.

“God, you smell amazing,” he groans, and I shut my eyes, waiting for the touch of his tongue on my sex, thrilling in the fact that he is about to go down on me, about to eat me out. It’ll be my first time ever, and somehow, I’m not nervous.

At first I think he’s going to lick my clit, but I feel his tongue on my outer lips, swabbing up one side and then down the other. It’s a tease, and I half-groan, half a breath away from hurrying him up.

But then I feel the press of his tongue against my folds, and I moan as he pulls his tongue up, lapping up my nectar, before he rests on my bud and begins to lick slowly around it.

“Come on,” I practically beg, and I run my fingers through his hair, grip onto it, and press his face down into me, mash myself into him.

He obliges. He starts to flick my clit from left to right, and I’m just in heaven right now. I’m arching my back, gripping at his hair, and he’s slowly speeding up, and I’m just utterly lost.

I feel his hand move to my entrance, and he slowly pushes a finger inside me and I groan loudly, grasping onto my breasts, pulling at my nipples as he angles his finger upward, as he rubs my front wall.

“Oh God,” I say breathlessly, pushing my hips up into his face rhythmically, almost like I’m fucking his face.

He wraps his lips around my pearl and he sucks on it while he licks it, and I push his head down harder against me.

The temperature in my core is rising; I feel like I’m coiling tighter and tighter, just waiting to be sprung.

He slides a second finger inside me, and now he’s fucking me with his fingers, pressing upward with each of his hand’s thrusts.

I’m stretched by his two fingers, and I feel an intense pleasure, overwhelming, and before I know it I’m cussing and swearing and I don’t even know where it’s coming form.

“Oh, fuck, yes, like that, like that,” I hiss at him, gripping tightly at his hair, bunching it up in my fists.

I’m gyrating my hips against his face and he’s working me so well, he knows exactly how to make me feel good. He’s making me feel better than I’ve ever made myself feel before.

I raise my whole lower half off the bed, my whole body shaking and thrilling with pleasure.

He’s driving me toward the edge, closer and closer, and I feel a twinge inside me as he laps at my clit, as he penetrates me with his fingers over and over again.

The pressure is building. It’s a tightness. I’m going to explode.

“Fuck,” I rumble, my voice now baritone, base. “Don’t stop,” I whisper.

“Yes… YES!” I cry as I crest. I’m soaring, in orbit.

Ecstasy grips me as I scream, as I crunch my stomach, I tighten my body. I’m rigid, frozen, a snapshot of pleasure.

He drives me through it, keeps it going, and I’m shaking and trembling, toes curled, as I’m dunked in a pool of bliss. My legs are so tight, my thighs so tense, and I’m gripping onto his hair so hard…

And then it’s over. The pinnacle has passed and I’m winding down, panting, replete, satisfied, blissful.

He eases me down, stops licking my clit when I shudder and shake, too sensitive now. He slides his fingers out of me and plunges them into his mouth, sucking all of my cum off his fingers.

I’m just lying on the bed. The backs of my hands are now against my forehead. I’m sweating, breathing hard, and I’m grinning. That felt really, really good.

That’s when he gets up, and I see his cock, rock-hard, jutting out from his crotch. I’m imbued with this confidence I’ve never felt before, and I sit up, push him back onto the bed, and I slide myself down his body, rubbing his cock against first my belly, then up in between my breasts.

I can feel his pre-cum leaving a hot, wet trail on my skin, and I find it so fucking sexy.

He’s just looking at me out of lust-filled eyes, lips slightly parted. I can just see his teeth beneath them, and I lick my lips, finally down in between his legs.

I grip onto his cock, absolutely love how hard he is for me, and I position it in front of my face.

There’s this little thought in the back of my mind telling me that I’ve never given a blowjob before, that I don’t know how to do it.

“You’re fucking sexy when you’re down there,” he tells me, his lips pulling into a smirk. He puts his arms up behind his head, and looks hotter for it.

My eyes linger on his arms, travel down their undersides, down the side of his body. I wipe my eyes over the jagged edges of the tattoo he has on the right side of his abdomen, in this position making out what it is now.

It’s an abstract image of a flying eagle, only, it’s in the
skin
, not the ink. The tribal-like lines emphasize the blank space. It’s like a stencil. A reverse-tattoo.

Huh, I only just figured it out.

His dick moves in my hand – I didn’t know men could do that! – and a droplet of pre-cum forms at the tip of his cock.

So I lick it up.

The moment my tongue touches his cock, his abs crunch, and a shiver runs down his body. I look up into his eyes, see in them a fiery depth of yearning for me.

I tease him, lick up the back of his cock, slowly jerk him with my hand.

“Yeah,” he breathes at me, reaching down and putting a hand around the back of my head. He guides me onto him, and so I take him into my mouth, swirl my tongue around the back of his manhood while I start to bob up and down on him.

“Not so fast,” he tells me, wiping hair from my eyes. “Go slow at first, like that.”

He groans as I adjust my pace, and again I see his abs crunch, and it imbues me with so much confidence to see that I’m making him feel good, that I’m not doing a bad job.

I get into it, try to give him the best blowjob I possibly can, and he sits up, gathers my hair into his hand and holds it up.

He starts to wind my hair, pushes me down farther onto his cock, and he grabs hold of my hand and guides my timing.

Chance is starting to lift his lower half off the bed, thrust into my mouth slightly each time I bob down on him.

“Like that,” he tells me when I start to press my tongue into the back of his cock, and so I keep doing it, listen to him.

His thrusts into my mouth grow harder, and so I slow down my own movements, open my throat as best I can, and let him take control.

His hands are wrapped around my head, and he fucks my mouth as he pulls me down onto him, groaning his pleasure at me.

“God, fuck, this feels good,” he tells me, a hard passion in his features. He makes me look up at him while he fucks my mouth. “You are so fucking sexy.”

He starts to go faster, harder, and I feel his body tense up, and seeing pleasure on his face is turning me on something wild.

“Fuck,” he breathes, pulling my hair tightly. “Fuck.”

“I’m going to come, Cass,” he says, urgency in his voice.

So I spit him out, jerk him off, really fast, as fast as I can, and I look up his hot and athletic body, all tensed as he stretches out, pushes his hips forward.

I feel his cock flex in my hand, and then he shoots a stream of cum clear across the room, and then another one, and then another one. I’m shocked by how much he squirts out, and he’s spraying it everywhere while he groans in pleasure, shakes and shudders, tenses and relaxes.

And then it finally stops, and I feel his cock flex one more time and the last dribble slips out.

He’s panting, looking down at me, and I’m curious, so I put my tongue to his dick and taste his cum. It doesn’t taste as strong as I thought it would; it definitely smells stronger than it tastes.

“Fuck,” he says, and he lets go of my hair and he touches the side of my face. “I didn’t know you were going to do
that
.”

“I didn’t want it all in my mouth,” I say. It was the truth. What if I gagged? What if it tasted bad? It was, after all, my first blowjob. I didn’t want to embarrass myself by coughing all over his cock.

I look at it, and notice that it’s still hard. It’s not getting any softer. He corrals me into his arms and he kisses me hard, and then he’s kissing me down my neck, taking my ear lobe into his mouth and sucking on it. I feel a tingling all over my body, and I know I’m ready to come again. I know I’m ready to go all the way.

I’m going to lose my virginity to him.

“Is this your first time?” he asks, holding my arms above my head against the bed. He brings his forehead to mine and he looks into my eyes.

“Yes,” I say.

He nods, runs a finger across my lips before kissing my neck, behind my ear. “Trust me, Cass.”

There’s a pause, then he kisses my lips again, and I feel him push his knee up in between my legs, spreading them outward.

I run my hands down his chiseled chest, feel each bump and ridge of his muscled stomach, and then he lowers himself down my body, sucking hard on my nipple, biting them in between his teeth.

I yelp and laugh, pushing him off me. “Hey, that hurts.”

Saying that makes me look down our bodies at his thickness, and I wonder if it’s going to hurt.

Jess said it only did at the beginning, and from what I’d read in magazines, foreplay helped to stop that. After all, he’d already licked me out until I came, and I know that I’m wet enough that the fact that we don’t have any lubricant won’t matter.

To say I’m nervous is an understatement.

“You got a condom?” I ask, watching as he takes my nipple into his mouth again and sucks on it hard, groping my breast with his hand.

He nods, and leans off the bed, reaching for his jeans, and I see him shake his wallet free and he pulls out a condom wrapper.

“You always keep one, huh?”

He smirks at me. I watch him as he tears it open, as he unrolls it down his manhood. I catch the scent of latex.

Then Chance is on me again, and he takes my hands and holds them above my head, and he kisses his way down the underside of my arm, over my armpit, to my neck, and up to my ear where he takes my lobe into his mouth and sucks on it.

It’s like he wants every bit of my flesh in his mouth, wants to taste every sliver of my body.

I reach down in between us and hold on to his manhood, and he flexes some muscle and it jumps in my hand, seems to grow even thicker.

He lowers his body a little, and I feel him at my entrance. He looks at me, and there’s this pause where we just look at each other.

I nod at him, and he kisses me hard as he begins to inch his way inside me, and I groan into his mouth, strain my hands against his that are still holding them above my head.

I can feel him stretching me, and at first there’s this slight sting, but it fades pretty fast.

It’s nearly overwhelming, the sensation. I’ve never felt anything like it before. He goes slow, eases into me, and we are lip-locked, and my eyes are clamped shut.

“Fuck,” I whisper as our kiss breaks. He lets my hands down and I instantly put them on his chest, push him there to slow him down.

“Slower,” I gasp at him. “You’re really big.”

And he slows even more, and I’m holding onto his sides hard, feeling his rigid muscle there. I look up at his lips, want him to kiss me, and it’s like he reads my mind.

He lowers down onto me, kisses me, keeps pushing inside me, and slowly I start to get used to it, and as I do, I kiss him harder, push my hips up to meet his.

He bottoms out inside me, and then when he starts to pull out of me I’m just overcome with sensation. I’ve never felt anything like it before, and I grip onto him as he pulls his cock right out from me, and then penetrates me again. I moan sharply into his ear.

“Yeah,” I breathe at him as he settles into a rhythm. It feels really good.

He lifts himself off me, and all the veins on his arms stick out, and his muscles tense with each of his slow thrusts, and so I run my hands up and down his stomach and chest as he fucks me, moaning in pleasure.