Beware of Me

by Brooks Limits

  I lost all sense of time. I screamed Quintin's name over and over again. The edges of my vision began to blur. As the tremors started to cease, small aftershocks made my body spasm.

  The pleasure began to fade and I was finally able to take in a deep breath. But I didn't want Quintin to leave me. I wanted him inside me always.

  Before I knew it, Quintin was gone and left a void that could never be filled until he fucked me again. His come ran down my legs and I lay on the net like a dead animal.

  “I don't know what the hell just happened,” Quintin said.

  I turned my head around and saw a face of shock on Quintin. “Magic is what happened,” I replied.

  “I don't know if we should've done that,” he said.

  I used all my strength to lift myself off the net. I felt faint and almost collapsed onto the ground until Quintin picked me up in his strong arms.

  “It felt so right,” I said into his hairy chest.

  “It really did,” he replied, stroking his fingers through my hair.

  I wanted to fall asleep in his arms. I felt so safe. Safer than I'd ever felt before. Quintin could take care of me. He could be the man I always dreamed about saving me.

  “We better get back before your mom wonders why we were playing for so long.”

  I nodded and gathered my shirt off the ground. I watched Quintin put his shorts on and got one last look at his juicy cock. I was scared for a moment that I'd never get to see it again. What we did was forbidden and couldn't possibly go on.

  But it was too good to abandon. How could something so wrong feel so right?

  Quintin drove us home and I fell asleep against the car window holding Quintin's hand.

  “We're home,” he announced, nudging me awake.

  I realized that a tiny bit of drool was at the corner of my mouth. I instantly wiped it away and stepped out of the car. All my limbs were on fire. Between tennis and the intense fucking, my body had never been more sore in my life.

  “I don't think I can walk,” I said.

  Quintin laughed as he got the tennis bags from the trunk. We entered the house with me wobbling behind Quintin.

  “How was tennis today?” my mom asked.

  My face changed to red at lightning speed. I didn't have a very good poker face.

  “Dante is doing very well.” Quintin tried not to look at me as he talked. “He's making a real big improvement.”

  “That's great to hear. I knew she would be good at this.” My mom inspected me with her eyes. “Is something wrong? Did you get injured?”

  It wasn't easy to hide the pain in my face. “No I'm just so incredibly sore.”

  My mom nodded. “That's what happens when you use muscles you aren't used to using.”

  I had to stifle a laugh. “You can say that again,” I replied. “I think I'm going to go pass out in my bed and let my body regenerate.”

  “Do you need a ice pack or hot pad?” my mom asked.

  The idea sounded really nice but I didn't want to be around her any longer than I had to. Especially since I was just fucked by my stepdad.

  “I think I'll be okay. I just need some rest.”

  I entered my room and did a swan dive into my bed. Nobody could wipe off the smile on my face. I thought about Quintin taking me on the net again and I got goosebumps all over. Tomorrow would be another day and another chance to have Quintin fill me up over and over again.

  I didn't want to have to wait all the way until tomorrow. I wanted him again now.

  I fell asleep dreaming about what tomorrow would hold.

  Chapter Nine

  A loud noise woke me up. It was pitch black in my room and I hadn't even realized that I had fallen asleep.

  I reached over and flicked on the lamp on my nightstand. I had to squint at the sudden flood of light. As my eyes adjusted, I looked around and didn't notice anything unusual.

  “Must've been dreaming,” I said softly.

  My bedroom door creaked open. Quintin entered and quickly shut the door behind him as quietly as he could. He looked better than ever. A white t-shirt and tiny blue boxers that didn't leave much to the imagination.

  “What are you doing in here?” I asked, pulling the comforter over my body. Then I realized that I had fallen asleep in my tennis clothes and there was no need to cover myself. I let the comforter fall away.

  Quintin put a finger to his mouth. “Shh. I tripped in the hallway and I might've made too much noise.”

  “What are you doing here?” I asked again. I looked at the clock next to my bed and it read 3:00 AM. “It's so late.”

  Quintin took a step towards the bed and ran his fingers through his dark hair. “I couldn't wait to have you tomorrow. I need you now.”

  My body was still wrecked by soreness. But the thought of Quintin plowing me in my bed was too good to pass up.

  “Come here and take me,” I ordered him.

  Quintin tore his white shirt and boxers off and jumped into my bed before I could get a good look at him. “I haven't been able to stop thinking about you,” he said, tracing my lips with his fingertips.

  I opened my mouth and Quintin slid his finger inside. I closed down around his finger and sucked hard while Quintin slowly pushed and pulled his finger out.

  I knew exactly what he wanted me to do.

  I climbed under the covers and into the darkness. It didn't take me long to find his throbbing cock. It was exciting not being able to see Quintin. As I gripped his shaft, I could hear him moan. There was something satisfying about touching him and only getting an auditory reaction.

  I stroked him a few times and Quintin squirmed around. “Hold still,” I said.

  Quintin stopped moving and I stroked him more. “Oh my God. That feels so good,” he replied.

  I knew I could bring him to climax just by touching him. But I wanted to play with him some more. I held his cock at base and ran my tongue from the bottom all the way to his tip. Quintin shivered and groaned for more.

  I flicked his head with the end of my tongue before inserting his entire length into my mouth. Quintin's hands came under the covers and gripped my hair tight as I sucked on him like a lollipop.

  I worked his base with my right hand and bobbed my head up and down, working his head with my lips. Quintin moaned and his breathing quickened. I wouldn't be able to go too much longer unless I wanted his come down my throat.

  Which I did.

  But there was somewhere else I wanted it more.

  I pulled Quintin's massive meat out of my mouth and flipped the covers over my head. His eyes were heavy with desire. I watched his reaction as I stroked his cock, slowly teasing him until he whimpered.

  “I'm so close,” Quintin said.

  “Do you want to come inside me?” I asked, squeezing his base.

  Quintin nodded, biting his bottom lip.

  I jumped on top of him and rubbed my ass on his shaft. I lowered down on him until he stretched me completely.

  Quintin grabbed my hips and dug his fingers in. “Fuck. You're so tight. I'm going to come soon.”

  I could tell he was trying to do his best to hold on. I liked the fact that I could make him come on command.

  I rocked my hips back and forth, letting his cock drill further into me. My one hand was on Quintin's chest while the other worked my shaft. The pleasure built higher and higher.

  Quintin tensed up. Here we go, I thought to myself.

  Warm come spurted inside me with great force. Quintin yelled my name over and over again.

  My own orgasm went off and my head swirled with ecstasy. Spasms took over my body and I could no longer hold myself up. I collapsed on top of Quintin and he took over the thrusting, exploring deeper than ever before.

  I couldn't concentrate anymore as pleasure burned through me. Quintin held me close as we came together.

  His thrusts began to slow down and I could feel his hard cock become soft inside me.

  My hair was a mess but I didn't care. I
couldn't move even if I wanted to. I stayed put, listening to Quintin's heart beat against my ear.

  “Don't leave me,” I said. “I want you to stay inside me.”

  Quintin raked his fingers through me hair. “I'll never leave you,” he replied.

  I knew his words meant more than just staying inside me.

  Quintin was going to be with me forever.

  The End

  Story Fourteen

  Copyright 2018

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  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

  No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.

  Description

  Dalton has been away for eight months sailing around the world. There's a lot that he's missed. But now that he's back Dalton is ready to pick up his life where he left off.

  Brendon has been waiting his entire life for the right man. Once he shows up on his doorstep, he doesn't know what to do.

  A forbidden romance wasn't what he expected.

  Warning: This insta-love story is full of hot and steamy scenes. Come sail away with Dalton and Brendon...

  Chapter One

  Everything changed when I met Dalton for the first time.

  All my life I wanted to feel like I belonged. Like I had a purpose.

  After college, I didn't know what I wanted to do or where I wanted my life to go.

  I'd spent the entire summer looking for jobs and hadn't found anything that looked interesting. My mother tried to convince me to take the first job that came my way. After my first interview at a law firm where the guy almost made me fall asleep, I knew I needed to wait for something better.

  My stepfather, Edward, at least understood my way of thinking. Or at least that's what I hoped for. I knew that he had been trying to win me over ever since they had gotten married only eight months ago.

  The thing was, he didn't need to win me over. My mother deserved some happiness and Edward seemed like a good enough guy.

  Okay before I go too far describing my entire story, I should probably get back to my first meeting with Dalton.

  Dalton was Edward's son from a previous marriage which meant that he was my stepbrother. I already knew all this going into the meeting so it wasn't a big surprise or anything. The reason we didn't meet at the wedding eight months ago was because for the simple fact that Dalton wasn't there.

  He had a good reason though. Dalton was sailing across the world in boat.

  I didn't believe it at first when Edward told my mom and I what my stepbrother was doing. It sounded way too crazy.

  Not just crazy but insane. Did people still do things like that?

  But whatever. At least he knew what he wanted to do with his life.

  So the day came when we were supposed to meet. Dalton was a part of some upper-class yacht club and we were to have brunch there together so we could all meet.

  My mother had pressed for me to wear nice clothes so we could fit in better. We never had much money growing up and my clothes always reflected that. Since the marriage with Edward, a little bit of his money had trickled down to me. It wasn't a lot but enough to get a few outfits for interviews.

  I searched for something nice to wear but I didn't much care about impressing Dalton. There'll be more on that later and why it was such a big mistake.

  I picked out black pants, a white shirt, and black blazer. It was the exact same outfit that I wore for the interview at the law firm.

  We arrived at the Silverport Yacht Club and I expected to see tuxedos, top hats, and monocles. Maybe the Monopoly man would be running around. I didn't get any monocles or top hats but there were a few couples that were dressed up like they were about the meet the Queen of England.

  The entrance wasn't very extravagant. It reminded me of an old dockside bar. I guess that was the “hip” thing to do nowadays. We entered the club and I was taken aback at the marble floors and huge chandelier hanging above us.

  Edward gave our name to a man standing behind a podium with a little thin mustache on his upper lip. He put a small pair of glasses on and checked the list sitting in front of him.

  “Your table is ready, sir,” he said in a foreign accent.

  We were led through a maze of tables filled with rich bitches wearing jewelry that probably cost more than my mom's house. My mom had told me that Edward was pretty well off but I think she grossly underestimated how much he was worth.

  Or she had known all along and didn't want me thinking that she was marrying him just for the money.

  We were brought to a table in front of floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the harbor with all the boats parked at the dock.

  A man in his early twenties with short brown hair combed nicely and just a tiny bit of stubble was sitting alone at a table. I didn't realize that this was the man we were meeting until he stood up and smiled when we approached.

  “Brendon, this is your stepbrother, Dalton,” Edward said.

  I was flabbergasted. I expected a man with mangy long hair and an unkempt beard. The kind of appearance you would expect after someone had been sailing around the world for months on end.

  The man standing before me was sitting at the peak of perfection. White shorts, blue boat shoes, and a red polo only intensified his model look. He was about two inches taller than me with broad shoulders.

  This was the type of man I'd been looking for my entire life.

  But he was my fucking stepbrother.

  I always had the worst luck.

  I imagined the gods laughing at me from high above on the their fluffy white clouds. It was such a cruel joke.

  Dalton offered his hand to me. I hesitated for a moment. I wasn't sure how to touch a work of art.

  “It's nice to meet you, Brendon. I've heard a lot about you.”

  I took his hand and felt a spark smack me in the face. His handshake was firm but not too firm. He could crush my hand in seconds with his strength. It was the perfect handshake.

  I only wish it lasted longer.

  Chapter Two

  “Shall we all sit down to eat?” my mom asked. I watched her give a hug to Dalton and a peck on his cheek. I didn't even know that they had met before. I thought that the two of us were in the same boat. No pun intended.

  We all sat down at the table and I couldn't help but stare at Dalton as the server handed us the menu. The way his eyes moved and the slight curl of his lips when he smiled made my body melt.

  Why did this have to happen to me? I always wanted the things I couldn't have.

  Back in high school, it was Jimmy. He was the star quarterback and I dreamed about him for all four years. I lost count of the times I put my hand between my thighs and touched myself to exhaustion at the thought of him.

  The problem was he was dating Heather who was the head cheerleader. There was no competing with that.

  And while I dreamed about being with Jimmy, my high school years drifted away and I realized that I had never had a boyfriend. I wanted to rectify that in college but it was impossible with all the classes and homework.

  So here I was sitting in front of another future obsession that I had no chance with.

  I flipped open the menu and thought that I was seeing a foreign language at first. I'd never heard of many of the items listed on there.

  I continued to peek above my menu at Dalton but his face was hidden behind his own menu. I was tempted to reach out with my foot and touch his leg. I could act like it was only an accident.

  Only a confident guy would do that. Not a coward who had barely spoken to another guy before.

  I leaned over to my mom and spoke behind my menu. “I don't know what half of these things are.”

  My mom replied through her menu in a whisper. “I think it's French. Just order something you recognize.”

  We weren't used to the rich stuff. My mom and I were satisfied with ordering pizza most nig
hts and watching a movie. I couldn't even remember the last time we had been out to a restaurant together.

  Back at college, my meals were contained to the mess hall. I didn't have any extra money to go out and eat with friends. It didn't help that I didn't have any friends to go out with anyways.