by Ryli Jordan
And here we were—lying together in bed, stark naked, in our parents' house. I only hoped I'd had enough sense to lock the door, but given how drunk we'd been…
Kate made a soft noise of protest as I extracted myself from her grasp and climbed out of bed. I'd much rather continue lying there—burrow into the thing for hours and hours until the hangover faded and I felt marginally more like a real person—but I couldn't risk being there in bed with her if one of our parents came to check on us. If they hadn't already.
I closed my eyes and silently counted to ten. What the hell had I been thinking? Not only was this a bad idea, but this was a bad idea. Of epic proportions.
Anyway, what did I think I was doing, inviting Kate back to London with me? I could have any girl I wanted there, a girl with long legs and a short skirt and a sexy accent. Not that Kate wasn't attractive… I loved her petite frame, full breasts, and curves, and somehow that total girl-next-door demeanor was incredibly sexy.
To be honest, though, a lot of my attraction to her probably had more to do with the fact that I wasn't allowed to be sleeping with her since she was my stepsister. You only want what you're not allowed to have, right?
Kate made a soft noise and rolled closer towards me, closing her fingers around my bicep. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, her face falling into a soft smile. “Good morning,” she said.
I looked at her with a hollow face, hoping she was at least twice as hungover as me—but she didn't look it. In fact, she seemed remarkably refreshed. It made me even more irrationally angry with her for the whole thing. I mean, obviously, it takes two to tango, but…
“We can’t do this again,” I said icily.
Kate's smile slowly slid off her face, and she tugged the comforter up to her chin. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I know I should probably have already left, I just… I didn't realize this was...one of those things. You seemed so interested in me, that I almost hoped...” She sounded lost and hurt, and I was sure she was telling herself all sorts of things in her head about how she wasn't attractive and whatever else. And to be honest, I felt a certain stab of guilt at that.
But it was better if she thought I was an asshole and we both moved on with our lives. This could never happen again; she had to realize that. I was interested in her—of course, I was. She had the sweetest smile, and the moments we had spent together were awesome. I couldn't seem to forget about her when we were apart, even when I didn't know her that well. But despite my current state of near existential crisis, I knew nothing good would come of this.
When I didn't say anything else, Kate slowly sat up and then slipped out of my bed. She carefully kept her back to me as she pulled on her clothes from the previous day. “You know,” she said once she'd finished dressing, “I actually thought there might be a decent guy somewhere in there. I can't believe I fell for that.”
I snorted. “Well, rest assured that you're not the first woman to fall for that, and I'm sure you won't be the last either.” I felt like an ass saying that line. What I wanted to say was, ‘Kate, it’s the timing; I spoke too soon. You are what I want, but maybe if we wait…’ But that's something I can still barely admit to myself.
Kate paused for a minute and then shook her head, her back still turned to me. I wondered if she was crying, or what her facial expression might look like just then. Some perverse part of me wanted to know how much I had managed to hurt her. But she left the room before I could do anything else to her.
There was something special about our romp in the sheets last night. It had definitely been just a good, hard fuck, but at times I had been able to feel our heartbeats pulsing in time with one another's. I had felt alive and at home, so to speak. I wanted to break through this barrier, but I knew the relationship would only be perceived in a bad light. I wanted to say that I didn't care, that no one could judge us for being two virile, attractive, and smart people. I love to fuck, she loves to fuck. What can I say?
But at the moment, everything in my head seemed to be a jumbled mess. I definitely needed to take some time alone and try to sort things out before I got in over my head. The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt Kate.
Chapter Ten
DAVID
I managed to avoid the house, Kate, and the rest of the family time between Christmas and New Year's, mostly under the guise of visiting friends and having other engagements. And it wasn't entirely a lie. One of my good friends, Anna, was back in town for the holidays as well, and we'd kind of picked up our relationship where we'd left off—I was headed to her old house to see if the magic was still there. Maybe, just maybe, this thing with Kate was just symptomatic of not having slept with anyone I cared about in a while.
“Hey David, how’s it going?” Anna asked with a smirk. Memories flooded my brain as I thought about all the places in and around this house where we had fucked. And it was just that for us: straight-up, carnal desire. It had started back in high school when I didn’t have a girlfriend and she was too busy as cheer captain to have a steady date. Whenever there was a chance and her parents weren’t home or when my parents were out of the country, back when they'd been married, she and I had gotten together to practice some naughty, filthy things beneath the sheets.
“Are you alone?” I asked bluntly.
“No, but I will be later,” she said as she brushed her brunette hair to side with a sexy smile, her almond eyes dancing and sparkling up at me. My cock twitched with the way she looked at me and with the electric energy that always seemed to hang there between us.
I brushed her hair back with one hand, trailing my fingertips along her cheek. “I’ll come back then,” I said. “We need to quit taking so much time off from one another.”
Anna licked her lips suggestively and took a couple steps so she was back inside. Before she closed the door, I said, “Hey, tell everyone I said hi.”
“Sure, David.”
I turned around to leave. I knew no one there would be happy to see me after my three or four long years of absence. Anna and I had always given one another advice, but she was cold on the inside, and I had to wonder if she would care if she never saw me again. And her family, well—don't even get me started. High-end, over-achievers with brand-name, luxury underwear and a level of cold in their souls that matched the frigid temperatures in the deepest pits of hell.
See, the one thing I enjoyed the most about sleeping with Anna was, it was totally, 100% uncomplicated. We went in with the thought that we were still going to always be just friends—friends who might sometimes have sex but always just friends. The time apart was good for us and gave us a chance to explore other sexual pursuits. And there was never any worry about either of us getting too attached to the other.
As I walked back to my car, I thought back to Kate’s question when I had first come back to the States. ‘How was London?’
London was a bitter and lonely place, besides the occasional date and a couple “friends with benefits” arrangements. Stress at work had me looking for a release frequently, but nothing seemed to give me exactly what I needed. Anyways, I never really had the energy to devote to anyone. By the time I came home, I was a caustic, strung-out mess, not expecting anything. No hopes. No dreams. Maybe I could hope to see some old friends, but there was nothing else waiting for me back home.
But Kate’s presence had made the times at the old house feel like something special for me. It actually felt like the holidays for the first time in ages.
I swore mentally. She was popping up in my thoughts again and again.
I wondered if she would have taken me up on the London offer if I had kept the relationship idea on the table. This time I’d tone it down some and just invite her there for a few weeks or longer if she chooses to stay. The wrathful winter had already started there and it wouldn't be a pleasant place to live for a while now, but I only had a week or two left here at home. London could be a place to figure out what we were doing and explore the fire between us. She could always come back
home when she wanted, no strings attached.
I wanted to know if Kate would agree, but I knew I had to ask her properly this time, rather than rushing headlong into a half-drunken commitment that was sealed with a kiss.
I set aside my plans to meet Anna that night and dialed Kate's number. She answered on the first ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” I said in a low voice. I actually hadn't really expected her to answer, and somewhere deep down, I was pleased that she had. Until I heard her next words:
“Fuck you, David. I didn't mean to answer the call.”
“Wait," I said quickly before she could hang up. Kate, wait. I’m so sorry for Christmas.”
"And what," Kate asked bitterly, "you think you can just apologize and I'll hop back into bed with you?"
"That's not what I'm calling about," I said. I paused. "I mean, it kind of is, but— Just, not like last time, okay? What I really want instead is–"
"Save it, David," Kate said, sounding like she was about to hang up.
"Wait, Kate," I repeated, a pleading tone in my voice. "We had something, right? You must have felt it. At least give me a chance to explain myself..."
Kate sighed, and I could imagine her dragging a hand back through her long hair. "Fine," she said at last. "What is it?"
I paused. "Maybe you should come over," I suggested. "So I could say it in person." That way, she wouldn't be able to just hang up on me.
Kate laughed mirthlessly. "If all you want is to get me to come over and have sex with you again, you could at least have the decency to just say that outright."
"That's not what I'm asking," I said, a hint of frustration creeping into my voice. But more than just being frustrated at her insistence that I was only looking to have sex with her, I was honestly a bit baffled. Didn't she realize what a catch she was? She was sexy and funny and absolutely adorable at times. It was just a complicated situation. But she seemed to have totally misread my every action.
I'd need to fix that. Make her really feel special to me. Maybe I could take her out to a nice restaurant for dinner, or buy her something pretty. But something told me that those material gestures would mean nothing to her. I had never been with a girl like that before, though, someone who I couldn't just splash money on to fix every situation. I would have to think carefully when it came to Kate.
"Kate, you know there's a lot of chemistry between us—neither of us can deny it. That was there long before we had sex with one another, and I expect it's going to be there for a long time from now. I need you to hear me out on something, and I'd like you to be here in person. Can you grant me that at least? For the sake of the chemistry between us."
I could practically hear her resolve cracking. "All right," she finally sighed. "But only because I think we need to be on good terms. For the sake of our family."
That wasn't really the resounding answer that I craved, but at least it was something. "I'm over at the Empire Hotel on Main Street," I told her quickly before she could change her mind. "Do you think you can meet me here in an hour or so?"
"Why don't you just come over here?" Kate asked peevishly.
"It's neutral territory," I said. "It's just an impersonal hotel room. And anyways, that means that you can leave whenever you want to, without things being awkward. I thought you would appreciate that."
"That makes sense," Kate said after a long moment. "But I swear, any sort of funny business when I get there... I'm not having sex with you, understand?"
"Okay," I agreed, because I knew it was the only way to get her to come over. Anyway, I knew that I had hurt her before, with my insistence that we never have sex again. I could only hope that she would be willing to give me a second chance.
But I was sure everything would change once we were face-to-face with one another again. If we'd still been feeling such a level of attraction for one another when I was over in London, when we'd only met briefly in that week leading up to our parents' wedding, I knew that when we were in the same room with one another, there was no way we'd be able to deny our needs.
I smiled a little and went to clean up a little before her arrival.
Chapter Eleven
DAVID
The plan was to talk about the whole London thing before we fell into bed together. I definitely didn't mean to just fall into bed with her again without talking, as much as I might want to. But the very sight of her, in a cute little dress and boots, had me half-hard in my pants already, and watching her bend over to slowly undo her boots and slide them off was the breaking point.
I came up behind her, grasping her hips. "You have such perfect curves," I told her, still marveling at them.
"David," Kate said warningly, but I didn't miss the way she shifted back slightly so that my needy cock rested in the warm cleft between the firm mounds of her ass. But then she stood up, turning to face me. "I'm here so we can talk," she reminded me.
"I know, I know," I said, dragging my eyes from her lush lips up to meet her gaze. I tried a cheeky smile. "But don't you think we could talk better if we got rid of some of this sexual tension between us?" I reached out and lightly dragged the pad of my thumb along her jawline, hearing her breath hitch just the minutest amount. "I'm already hard and ready, and I can tell that you want this just as much. I know you wore that outfit just to tease me, but I bet you're already damp down in those pretty panties of yours."
She looked guilty for a moment, and I couldn't control my urges. I pressed her back against the wall, stroking a hand down her side. "Tell me to stop," I whispered, leaning in to kiss her. "As soon as you ask, I will."
Instead, she whimpered breathily into the kiss, turning her head to the side to deepen it before I even tried. I slid my hand down between her legs and found that she was just as wet as I'd predicted.
Kate's head dropped back, revealing the long line of her throat. "Please," she begged, her fingers clutching my biceps.
I grinned ferally at her and set about divesting her of her clothing. When we were both naked, I pressed her back against the wall again, ignoring the fact that we were still standing in the entrance to my suite of rooms. I didn't think we could make it to the bed, or even to the couch, which wasn't that far away. Those twenty steps were a marathon, with the fire coursing through my veins. I needed to take her right there if I wanted to slake my lust.
I lifted her hips and guided her down onto my throbbing member, unable to wait any longer. I rested my forehead against her clavicle, groaning softly.
"I need your dick inside me," Kate moaned urgently.
"Just...give me a second," I told her breathlessly, feeling like if either one of us moved even a little, I would climax already. She couldn't know how good she felt, with the walls of her tight pussy squeezed around me, her entire lady-garden slick with need.
I pinned her hips in place and then slowly rocked up into her. This time, we both groaned. I couldn't help grinning at her, wanting to make some quip about whether she still wanted to refrain from having sex, but I didn't want to spoil the moment. Instead, I continued to slide in and out of her depths, changing the pace to keep her guessing.
"I'm so close," Kate moaned suddenly, her fingers desperately digging into my muscular shoulders as she scrambled to find any sort of purchase that would allow her to control our movements.
I tightened my grip on her hips and bent my knees a little further, rocking up into her with more force and speed than I previously had. That was enough to push her over the edge, but I wasn't quite there yet. I continued to push her through her orgasm, but then I pulled out.
"What–" Kate said breathlessly, but before she could finish the question, I pushed her down onto her hands and knees on the plush rug there in the hall. Then, I slotted the tip of my dick in between her legs and thrust inside with one smooth motion. Kate whimpered in overstimulation, but pleas for more kept falling from her lips.
I set a ruthless pace, draping myself down over her back so I could get the angle just
right and she could feel me fully seated inside of her warm folds. On each thrust, I swiveled my hips slightly to the side so that my tip pressed along the inner walls of her slit. The dual stimulation against the head of my manhood combined with the feeling of her walls encasing me brought me quickly to the very edge of my orgasm.
I spent a couple moments trying to think of anything unsexy that I could, wanting to wring another orgasm out of Kate as well before I allowed myself to climax. But my mind went completely blank; all I could think about was Kate, with her sweet scent around me and her warm skin beneath me and those little noises that she made still falling from her lips and urging me on.
A couple more thrusts, and I could feel my balls begin to stutter against her hips, my seed spilling hot as I buried myself deep inside of her in one final thrust. But it was enough to bring Kate off as well.
"Oh fuck!" she wailed, sounding genuinely surprised as her body tensed beneath mine and she experienced another incredible climax. I could feel her trembling as she collapsed even further down against the floor, seemingly unable to keep herself up anymore.
I squeezed her hand in mine, not even sure when we'd linked fingers. Slowly, I brought my eyes back open and rolled off of her and onto my back on the soft rug.
We lay there after the perfect, dual orgasm. "That was...amazing," I said quietly. Kate hummed an agreement. But the further I came down off my orgasm, the more I struggled to think of what to say to Kate now. How could I just blurt out my desire to have her come over with me? Now it was just going to seem like another sex-induced plan, as though I hadn't thought this through.
“The London office is really coming together, and we're starting to pick up some interesting clients," I said, hoping I could make her see that I really had been thinking about the future in London, about us in London. "It won't be long now until we're able to really start netting some big fish. It's likely going to be very profitable for GDC. And I'm proud of that.”