Beautiful Brute: A Stepbrother College Romance (Court University Book 3)

by Eden O'Neill

  He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to want this and probably even more than myself. This was the last thing I wanted as well, to be obsessed over him, to need him.

  But when he pushed his hands up my body, I not only let him but ached for him. He gathered my shirt above my breasts, nibbling the swell. I still had my sports bra on but he made quick work of that. It snapped at the front, and he released it with merely a flick of his digits.

  “Fuck, have you really only been touched by me?” he asked, and as if to confirm, he laved one of my nipples. His tongue flicked, and I mewled in response, quaking beneath his hands.

  “This is mine,” he said, his tongue drawing circles around one of my hardened peaks. He sucked it in, releasing it with a pop. “No one touches you but me.”

  I couldn’t disagree even if I wanted, like I could. I couldn’t ever fathom anyone else doing this to me but him. I didn’t want to think about anyone else, be surrounded by anyone else. Jax kissed his way down my stomach, and I thought I’d die in a puddle.

  “Strip for me,” he said, watching as I tugged my shirt off, then forced my shorts down. His eyes ignited at the sight of soaked panties. I went for those too, but he stopped me.

  His lengthy digit parted my pussy lips, and with a pinch, he had me bucking beneath him.

  “Jaxen…”

  He gripped my breast as he played with me through my panties, his eyes wild and untamed. He tugged off his shirt, and his hair was a tease of tousled and unruly hotness, his body the pure golden of a local. No section took my attention over anything else, his body muscled perfection as he tossed his shirt and surrounded me with his weight. He licked me from my shoulder down to my trembling thighs, turning me on my stomach as he righted my ass in air.

  He breathed heat over my sex through my panties, my body instinctively shying away from him. I’d never been kissed down there before.

  “Only me,” he said, his finger hooking the hem of my panties and following the line. He moved the crotch away when he got there, his thumb probing my sex. “I only get to taste you here. Play with you here.”

  “Jax—”

  He impaled me, his tongue tunneling deep. He hooked his tongue, gathering my juices into his mouth, and I bucked, trying to nudge him away. He wouldn’t let me, taking my arms and securing them behind my back.

  “Jax… Jax, please.” I was going to come like this, all this too much. “No one’s ever touched me but you. I’m going to come.”

  He merely pleasured me more, pleasured himself. Taking my bottom, he pressed his face right against my sex, and the heat burned fiery in my core.

  I didn’t fight him now, my eyes rolling back as he spread me wider and sucked my lips into his mouth. I pressed my bottom to his lips, so close, but as I burned right there, he forced me on my back.

  He shoved his boxers down, his cock springing to life before he pulled me over to him by the thighs. He didn’t ask about protection like he had the first time. He just went ahead and did it. He had condoms in the dorm room’s end table, and after rolling one on, he gathered me by the hips.

  “Mine,” he said, sliding himself inside me. I stretched slow, resisting at the size. I really hadn’t been with anyone else, and we hadn’t been together since the beginning of term.

  “You remember me,” he growled, disappearing inside me. “Take me, Girl Scout.”

  I did, completely full as my head rolled back into his sheets. He eased me up, and on his haunches, he worked himself against me, my hair dragging across the bedding. My breasts slapped against my chest as he picked up pace, and rising, I cradled his neck, holding on for dear life. I didn’t want an inch between us.

  It seemed he didn’t either.

  He hugged me close, like my full body as his rolled with sweat and labor. He fused my body into his, ripping my hair back and kissing me.

  I disappeared in his kisses, evaporated like hot rain in a thick rain forest. I couldn’t breathe. I could barely see.

  I sighed into his neck. “Jaxen…”

  I didn’t want to let go, trembling wildly. The burn in my core returned, and my muscles squeezed him so hard I thought I’d die. I literally thought I’d die with him inside me, the feeling so familiar. This was what it’d been like the first time, and though it’d been painful, I’d succumbed to it. I gratefully sunk into oblivion.

  As long as he went with me.

  He did, grunting as he picked up the pace. He milked me as he came down from the high himself, my body shaking around his pulsating cock. He flooded the condom between us, my body completely pooling around him. Spent, I only held him closer.

  And for some reason he did too.

  His fingers gripped into my hair, his breaths unsteady in my ear. We both smelled like sex, covered in sweat.

  “I can feel your heartbeat,” he said, light and playing with my hair. In fact, he’d spoken so softly I wasn’t sure I was supposed to hear it. But since he’d said something, I felt for his too.

  A hard slam hit me right back, like we were having a boxing match in the ring. I thought he’d let go of me in response, but in the end, he merely continued to play with my hair. He did that for a long time, still inside me.

  I went to sleep not knowing who let go first.

  Chapter Twenty

  Jax

  What am I doing?

  My first thought, my only thought.

  I’d gotten my stepsister to sleep with me again, but what should have been a mission accomplished was me lying in a bed not wanting to let go of her. Was me staring at her for half the night instead of letting her go and heading back to my place like the quick fuck she should be.

  Also me, waking up to the smell of her, the taste of her in my mouth. I actually kissed her awake.

  What the fuck was wrong with me?

  She was making me think all kinds of stupid things, like she wasn’t just a pretty perfect princess. Like she wasn’t just the hero and I was the villain. She was making me feel like I should be the hero and not the villain. Like I should be taking care of her. So quick I went to her rescue last night. Got her to sleep with me instead of her coming to me herself. I’d lost this game.

  I’d fucking played myself.

  There’d been no games last night. There’d been no challenge. Kit called me to get her, and I went like a bitch, then got even weaker when it actually seemed like she jumped in that water for me and not for some image she was trying to put off. Like she wasn’t just the perfect doting daughter, like she was actual perfection.

  Perfection…

  I’d seen a lot of naked women, fucked them, but nothing was like waking up to Cleo with those curvy, lengthy limbs around me. The girl was built like an Amazon, Xena Warrior Princess incarnate. I had to admit I was attracted to strong women, women who had height and stance about them. A lesser guy may want to look down at his girl, but I didn’t mind standing chin to chin with her. Cleo wasn’t quite my height but she was the tallest woman I’d ever been with.

  I gripped her bare asscheek, making out with her. We’d been attacking each other’s faces for the last hour or so, but neither one of us seemed to be trying to leave.

  God, I was so fucking stupid.

  For many reasons, stupid as a dumbfuck. I wanted inside her again, and I’d had her plenty last night. She’d ridden my dick a couple times before I had her on her back again.

  “I like how you taste,” she said, touching my mouth. “It’s like jelly beans or something.”

  I eyed her, pulling back. “I highly doubt that.”

  Neither one of us had left this bed, but morning breath had been far out of each of our minds, I think. We’d just wanted a taste of the other.

  She pushed at my chest. “I don’t mean the actual taste.”

  “What do you mean then?” I played with her hands, again fucking stupid.

  She shrugged. “I guess the way you feel… I don’t know. The way they feel.” She shook her head, looking shy. She was so good at that. Looking
fucking cute. She smiled. “That probably doesn’t make sense.”

  I hated to admit that it made more sense than anything else. More than me being in this bed with my stepsister for reasons beyond screwing my father over. I was here because I wanted to be.

  And that was damn dangerous.

  Her lips also tasted like jelly beans to me, even more dangerous. She was everything sweet to everything vile about myself. A complement to every terrible fucking thing. I should really throw this girl away.

  Instead, I hugged her closer. I kissed her closer until I had her on her back.

  I sunk inside her, deep and with no condom this time. She’d mention last night between one or two of our tryst that she was on her birth control and taking it regularly now. Normally, I would have said fuck it to that shit. I was raised by two women who really didn’t want to be grandmothers when I was like fifteen and just starting to have sex, so it’d been drilled into me no matter how good going bareback felt on my dick. There was nothing better than that shit, but I only did it if I trusted the person. For whatever reason, I knew nothing about my stepsister, but not only took her bare once, but twice. I trusted her twice.

  I trusted her.

  I wanted everything about this girl to be a show, a lie. I wanted her to lie to me and give me a reason to hate her. I wanted her to play me because I could understand that. What I couldn’t understand was someone being genuine to me when they both had no reason to and had also been raised by my absent father. So her being the way she’d been was fucking confusing and made my mind spin.

  Just like this.

  I eased Cleo’s head back, popping her tits and angling them perfectly for my mouth.

  I couldn’t even get her jugs into my mouth, so fucking large and beautiful. I’d played with them enough times last night to own them. I did own her.

  She’d only been with me.

  That made this girl mine, and I completely took ownership of that as I disappeared inside her. Grunting, I slammed my cock wildly, forcing an ache from her throat I covered with my mouth. She bit me, and I roared, biting her back.

  “Cleo, you’re going to be the death of me.” Because she was, on me last night after I’d been tired.

  Pulling out of her, I forced her on her chest, taking her wrists and tugging them behind her. I fucked her no holds barred, unable to physically hold back if I wanted. I came too quickly this time with this girl on her tits and her ass up. I slapped one of her cheeks, and she cried out.

  I was gone.

  I died, right there above her, spilling my seed like a teenager. She came pretty quick too, doing this cute little cry thing that she did every time. It was so innocent. Ridiculous.

  Jax…

  Internally scolding myself, I shut off all thoughts, just enjoying the fall from the high. Sliding out, I kissed Cleo’s reddened ass cheek before turning her back on her side. I got her up under my arm after that, getting my cell phone off the end table. She asked for hers too so she could check it and it took me about two seconds to realize I had the wrong phone and she had mine.

  Lawson: Hey. I’m sorry for leaving you last night. I was an ass. Can we talk? Tell me you made it home all right.

  She really went out with a fucker named Lawson?

  Smirking, I started to text back but instead, gathered Cleo up.

  She giggled. “What—”

  I kissed her, right on the mouth with her naked body pressed up against me. She had all the essential bits covered. This guy wasn’t getting a show. I had her tits pressed right up against my bare chest and my hand on the curve of her ass. The only thing this guy would see was that she was mine and I’d like him to try and do something about that.

  Cleo, as cute as she was, was only there for the kiss. That’s all she thought this was.

  Until she heard the camera shutter.

  I snapped the pic right above us, then quickly sent it to that Lawson guy through her phone.

  “What are you doing?”

  Text sent, I gave her back her phone before looping an arm around her. I took my phone back from her. “I think you got my phone.”

  In silence, she eyed me, but took the moment to studying her phone before saying something. Well, at the sight, her eyes completely widened.

  Her phone buzzed right in her hands, and I studied it over her shoulder.

  Lawson: Nice, Cleo. Real nice. I guess that’s what I get for checking on you.

  Cleo’s jaw dropped open. “Jaxen?”

  I feigned innocence as I looked at her, her eyes completely bulging out of her head. I shrugged. “What?”

  She shoved at my chest, but I merely laughed.

  I hugged her to me. “That guy was an asshole. He left you.”

  “So you thought sending him a naked picture of us from my phone was supposed to remedy that?” A squeak on the end of her voice. She actually looked panicked, like she or, I guessed, I did something wrong here. Her jaw clenched. “Lawson basically called me a cock tease last night. That’s why he left me and now you sent him a picture that makes me look completely terrible.”

  I deciphered what she said in slow mo, but in that time, she worked her way out of my arms and off the bed. I was quicker, though, and crossed in front of her.

  She growled. “Get out of my way.”

  My response was to grab her hands, both of us still naked by the way. Dropping her phone, she wriggled with her little squeak, which I thought was cute. I got her against the door, pinning her.

  “Let go!”

  I didn’t, leaning into her. “So you’re saying this asshole left you because you wouldn’t put out for him? Tell me you’re kidding.”

  This guy should hope she was kidding. Cleo fought me again, but since I was stronger than her, she didn’t move an inch. Instead, she faced away from me, and maybe realizing I wasn’t about to let her go, she sighed.

  “It wasn’t exactly like that.”

  “Then tell me what it was about.”

  Her eyes lifted. “Okay, it was exactly like that. But—”

  No buts as I grabbed my shorts off the floor. I didn’t know who or where this guy was, but I was going to fucking find him.

  “Where are you going? Jax—where are you going?”

  She got me as I went for my shirt, but shorts on and partially decent, I’d leave all that shit and go hunting as is. What I wore was nothing but common down here. I bared teeth. “I’m going to kill that fucker.”

  “You’re not. Jax—”

  I was at the door, but she wedged herself between me and the exit. Had Kit actually come home last night she may have wondered what was up. Cleo said Kit often didn’t since her friend worked at a bar too in addition to a barista. She apparently sometimes went from one job to the other, then back again. I guessed the girl caught sleep in the afternoons while she could like some vampire. Cleo spread her arms, blocking my way. She was still naked as fuck so it took all I had to keep my eyes on her actual face. She huffed. “Don’t. His mom and mine are friends. They know each other.”

  “Even more reason why this little shit needs to be exposed. People can’t do shit like that and get away with it.”

  I started to pull her off, but she grabbed my bicep.

  “Don’t please,” she pleaded and actually smiled now. “How about this? You don’t kill him, and I’ll forget about the fact that you sent him a raunchy picture of us through my phone.”

  “Not a good enough bargain, Girl Scout,” I said, eyes narrowed. But then she did some stupid shit.

  She unzipped my fly, pulling me out of my shorts. I froze as her hand completely fisted my cock.

  “Girl Scout…”

  She massaged, staring at me with pouty lips while she rubbed me off. She added my balls to the mix, and my eyes literally rolled back in my head.

  “Not fair,” I grunted, rocking into her. Folding my hand behind her neck, I pressed her against the wall, biting down on her shoulder while she gripped me. “And still not a good enough bargai
n.”

  Though I was well aware I made it sound like it was, growling like a beast in her hands. Lifting my head, I bit her lip. “I’m still going to kill that fucker.”

  But then, she fell to her knees, and I thought… hell.

  Now, my stepsister couldn’t have possibly ever done this before. Completely unlikely, but fuck if she didn’t have me slamming my hand against the door the moment she put those perfect lips around me. She sucked me deep into her mouth, gagging a little, and helping her out, I pulled her back a little.

  “Just relax your throat,” I said, grunting. “Do that and it’ll fit.”

  It took her a second to adjust, to get used to that but eventually, she did exactly what I said.

  She bobbed over me, taking me deep like a pro, and both hands hit the door. I tossed my head back. “Fuck, Girl Scout. It’s like you’ve done this shit before.”

  She better not have, mine. I never thought I’d come again this soon, but not only did I, I barely lasted. My balls tightening, I spilled my seed, starting to pull out, but Cleo dug her nails into my ass.

  Fuck me.

  Stars behind my fucking eyes as she took me down her throat like a complete champ. By the end, I really had questioned if she’d done this before, and pulling back, she stood while I tucked myself back into my shorts.

  She looped her arms around my neck with nothing but a hellacious grin. “Was that okay? I mean…” She played with my hair. “That my first. So…”

  Well, if that was her first, she could teach any woman I’d ever been with a few things.

  I didn’t want to think about those other girls in the moment, though. Instead, I gripped the back of Cleo’s neck.

  I immediately tasted myself on her tongue, the girl sighing on my lips.

  “It was perfect,” I told her, picking her up and going back to bed. Too much about all this was perfect. Too much about her was perfect.

  And so I was playing myself again.