Max: A Stepbrother Romance

by Brother, Stephanie

  Lola

  This is insane.

  Ok, so alpha male assholes are like my kryptonite. They make my pussy throb and my knees weak, but that doesn’t mean I have to go home with every single one of them that makes a pass at me. I already made that mistake with Tyson, and look how that’s turned out.

  I mean, this is stupid, right? He literally could be anyone. I don’t even know his name, and I’m still going with him. I’m still letting him usher me into a taxi, to an unknown destination in the middle of the night, and I’m not even drunk.

  This is exactly what everyone tells you never to do. Yet I’m doing it, and it feels more liberating than anything else I’ve ever done in my life. Tyson will freak when he finds out, but as far as I’m concerned, Tyson has lost his chance completely. This is exactly what I need to move on. One night with a stranger I will never see again. I’m twenty one years old, my mother is getting married for the third time tomorrow, my life is about to begin again for real, and I hardly ever let my hair down. I mean, I have never ever done anything like this before.

  Whoever this guy is, he’s cocky, he’s controlling, he knows what he wants and how to get it and he’s built like a God.

  I’ve known him less than an hour, but so what? People make quick decisions all of the time and sometimes it’s the snap choices that turn out for the best.

  I don’t mind admitting it. I want him to fuck me. I deserve that. I want him to give me the best sex of my life and then disappear again, because like that, the perfection can never become tainted.

  “I’m not a slut.”

  “Just because you have a one night stand, it doesn’t make you a slut.”

  The hotel room is just that, a basic hotel room. A bed with a thin mattress, a window that looks out over a part of town that I’ve never been to before, a generic print hanging on the wall.

  He sits down on the bed and watches me look around. I’m nervous. We haven’t even kissed yet, but something about that excites me, like waiting for it to begin is part of the foreplay. I feel naughty, and because of that, I want him to treat me like I have been. My mind is filled with raunchy images I can’t push away. Things I rarely do in my normal sex life but have always fantasized about experimenting with. Spanking, hard anal sex, mouth fucking. I drop my bag purposefully to the floor. My pussy is aching to be touched.

  “Are you going to tell me your name?”

  Max

  I’ve fucked plenty of girls before, but not many as delightful as this one. She’s making my dick twitch so much if I don’t pull it out soon it’s going to rip right through my jeans. Half of it is because she’s just plain gorgeous, the other half because this isn’t the kind of thing she usually does. I bet she’s only ever fucked one guy before, and by the looks of him, he was a missionary position two pumps and a squirt kind of man. I bet she hasn’t even had an orgasm she’s not given herself before.

  “What do I get if I win?”

  Coy. Very coy. It’s a bet I can’t lose, but I can’t help but admire her enthusiasm.

  “Nothing.”

  Lola bites her lip again. She puts one foot against the other in a pose that drives me crazy, looks to the wall and then back to me.

  “You said an hour, right?”

  I nod.

  “Then I guess you win.”

  And there it is. Nowhere near a record, but a decent time nonetheless. Forty seven minutes, a time that includes a taxi ride, a walk and a drink. I’m unstoppable.

  Lola begins to unbutton her dress. One button for every step towards me.

  “This better be good.”

  Lola

  My pussy is wet before he’s even touching it. I can’t remember the last time I felt so turned on, and I’m trying not to show it because the last thing he needs is a boost to his already inflated ego, but in his hands it’s proving pretty difficult.

  Some people are good at sports, while others are good at art. This one could be the king of fucking.

  I let him push the dress off my shoulders before it’s even fully undone and then step out of it when it hits the floor. I’m eager to have him inside me, but I want him to build me up to it too. I just don’t know how much longer I can resist him.

  Max smooths his hand across my belly and it makes my skin fizz with desire. He cups my ass gently, pulls me into him so I’m kind of trapped between his legs and kisses his way up to my tits. My bra is open with a deft flick of his fingers and a moment later I’m watching my nipples pop in and out of his mouth, glistening with his saliva. I’m erect and sensitive, and each time he draws me across the edge of his teeth I feel a tingle of pleasure run the length of my spine.

  He repositions me again, pushes my legs apart with the outside of his knee, draws his fingers up my inner thigh and places them carefully on the underside of my panties, a thin piece of fabric keeping them from my hole.

  I don’t want to moan, but I can’t help it. When he traces the line of my slit, my left knee buckles and I have to steady myself by grabbing on to his shoulders.

  This is incredible. He’s hardly started touching me, and I can already feel an orgasm begin to bubble inside me. God knows what will happen when he fucks me for real.

  With his eyes locked on mine, he expertly finds my clitoris, pushing the fabric of my panties along my slit. There, he goes back to sucking and biting my nipples, fending off my attempts to defend myself, while he rubs my clit in gentle, circular motions.

  I’ve wanted his cock inside me for a while, but with a sensation as good as this, I can definitely afford to wait a little bit longer.

  Max

  She looks even better with her clothes off. I love sensitive chicks, and this girl is definitely one of them. She looks after herself by the looks of it too. Nice, well toned belly, good skin, sensitive, responsive nipples and a meaty pussy I can just about make out the form of through slightly see-through panties. This is a girl that dressed to fuck tonight, she’s just fucking someone other than the person she thought she would be. That’s his loss and my gain. Any hole is a goal for me, but sometimes you find a hole worth much more than the rest. This girl is one of them.

  I’ve never had a problem pleasing girls. Some men agonize over it, but all it comes down to is technique. Some things turn all girls on and then some girls have specific things that make them blow. The back of the neck, the inside of the wrist, the belly button. All of those can be G spots if you touch them in the right way. You’ve just got to work out what those things are for each individual girl and make sure you give them enough of it you leave them wanting more. Aching and begging for more.

  Sometimes it takes a near inhuman amount of restraint on my part too. My cock is literally begging to be seen to right now, but I can’t just pull it out, fuck her deeply and then roll over to sleep. I mean, I could, and she’d enjoy it of course, but it wouldn’t be the best either of us have ever had. If I’ve only got one night with her, I’m going to make sure she remembers it for the rest of her life. I’m going to give her orgasms that make her whole body shudder like an earthquake is ripping through her skin. I don’t think I’m far off either. Her pussy is already so wet it’s making her panties look like they’ve just come out of the wash. If the way she’s breathing is anything to go by, she’ll be coming hard before I’ve even had the pleasure of touching her pussy for real.

  I want that, but I don’t want to give it all to her too soon. I don’t want her to come and leave me dry. That’s happened more often than I’d like to admit.

  I push her panties apart and spread her pussy lips with my fingers in a V shape, just so I can see how hard and erect her clitoris is. I love the look of it caught behind the thin, netted, see-through fabric, and just before I pull my fingers away completely, I press my lips hard enough against it I can feel it tickling my skin, cover it in warm air and watch her shudder with delight.

  Lola

  “Take them off”, I demand. The suspense is killing me and I just can’t wait any longer. I nee
d his fingers directly on my clit, or his tongue even better. Fuck it, I need that huge dick I can see fighting to get out of his pants hitting me so hard it makes me scream.

  “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

  I’m a slut. I’m a dirty, different man a night kind of girl. The kind of girl who lets strange men pick them up and take them to hotel rooms. The kind who likes to suck cock.

  We’re on the bed now, my panties pulled down to my ankles and kicked deftly to the side, and I’m fighting him out of his clothes.

  He’s all toned muscles and perfect skin and even though I’m eager to savor every last minute of it, I can’t hold myself back. I almost rip his T-shirt tearing it off him and then fumble awkwardly with the buttons on his pants to reveal his throbbing manhood.

  He must love this. Girls like me throwing myself at his feet. Literally fighting against temptation to fuck him.

  I’ve got half a mind to stir him up and then step out of the door just to show him who’s really in control, but if I was going to do that, maybe I shouldn’t have taken it out at all. I should have teased him through his boxers like he did to me, pushed him to the edge and left him hanging. Who am I kidding? When have I ever been able to resist anything?

  His thick dick is beaded at the tip with pre-cum and it makes me moan hard.

  I pull his length into my mouth while he twists my hair around his wrist and tugs at the back of my neck. His huge, fat crown just about fits in. I flatten my tongue against it and trap it against my palate, and then I purse my lips together and invite him to mouth fuck me.

  His ass goes tense in my hands while I rake the head of his cock over my teeth. One hand on the base of his shaft now, the other flattened across his six pack. My back arched, my legs crossed, my pussy aching. Dirty, deep, slow, fuck-me-hard thrusts. His cock huge in my mouth.

  You like that, don’t you?

  Max pulls me onto the bed. He practically lifts me up and throws me there with one hand like he’s rearranging the cushions on a sofa. It was never like this with Tyson. Sex with him was always so fucking dull. I hardly ever came unless I touched myself while he was screwing me, and for the size of that mouth, he really did have a pencil dick.

  This guy is nothing like that at all. This is what a real man looks like.

  Watching him come for me makes me squeal.

  Max

  This chick is driving me crazy. I had to practically pull her off my dick to stop her from sucking it. It’s always the quiet ones who are the animals in bed. I could tell she had something about her, but I never thought she’d be this keen. I know I’m irresistible, but she’s going on like she’s never seen a dick before. I like it.

  I like her pussy too, not that I’d ever tell her that. You fill a girl’s head with compliments, they’re going to begin thinking their the one in control, and the moment that happens they begin to lose interest in you.

  I pull her into position, push her legs wide and dart my tongue carefully around the edge of her clitoris. She’s wet enough for me to push my way straight into her, and when I do so, I feel the lower half of her body shudder against my tongue.

  “Have you ever had a multiple orgasm before?”

  Lola shakes her head from side to side.

  I readjust her legs so the puckered skin of her asshole is exposed, and then run my tongue the full length of her slit, flicking hard against her swollen clitoris.

  Lola moans deeply and the sound of her delight makes my cock throb.

  I’ve done this a lot with a lot of different girls, but tonight I’m hornier than I am normally. She’s a good looking girl and the way she’s behaving is turning me on, but I’ve usually got more restraint than this. I figure it’s because I’m tired, and then push the thought to the back of my mind while I open Lola up again with my tongue.

  “Have you ever had anal sex before?”

  Lola holds onto her tits like they’re going to run away. Her body is so tense she might snap in half if someone dropped her. I know she’s on the edge. I know I could make her come whenever I wanted and I absolutely love having that power. There is no better feeling in the world. It makes me shiver with delight.

  I bet she’s never fucked anyone like this before. I’m chasing her own cum into her asshole with the flat edge of my thumb, while I work her clitoris with my other hand. She’s innocent and filthy all at the same time and it’s really turning me on.

  I’m careful not to push her too hard. I want to give her a multiple orgasm that makes her feel like her skin’s burning. I want to push her right to the edge and then throw her over it. I want to come inside her and make her fall in love with me.

  I want to watch her pussy stretch so tight around my cock it leaves a ring of cum I have to scrub hard at to wash off.

  Lola

  I’m going to come. I have no idea what he’s doing to me, but whatever it is, I’ve never felt anything like it before. I can’t even do this shit to myself. I feel it rising up inside me like a sneeze and then just before it comes, he switches and concentrates on something else, and the sensation subsides again. It’s like my orgasm is a fucking tower he’s building block by block, that he keeps adding to in different sections. We both know it’s going to fall at some point, but he’s going to make sure he builds it as high as he can so when it does, the explosion is the biggest either of us have ever seen. Not everyone has the patience to do that and hardly any have the talent.

  It’s like he knows exactly where to touch me and for just how long to drive me absolutely crazy without pushing me too far. I’m going to come, but he’s completely in control of when and how strongly.

  The last thing I need is another cocky asshole in my life, especially one that knows exactly how to turn me on. Yeah, right. I wish that were true. This is exactly what I need.

  “Fuck me.”

  The words ache of need and desperation, and slip out of my mouth before I even realize I’m about to say them.

  “Ok”, Max says. “Seeing as you’ve asked so nicely.”

  His cock is so thick against my hole, I feel like I’m going to come before he’s even slid it inside me. He’s huge, but I’m so horny he could fuck me sideways and I’d still fit it all in. I’ve never felt this dirty in my life. I’ve never felt as turned on or as desperate for cock. I feel like I’ve turned into a whore in the last half an hour and I love it. This is not the kind of girl I am outside of this room, but here I don’t want to imagine myself any other way.

  Max makes me hold my pussy open while he slowly slides his way inside me and I lean over so I can see him force me apart.

  “Fuck me.” The words echo out between moans. “Fuck me hard.”

  Max presses his weight down onto me, and Like a God he towers above, arms like stone pillars wedged against the backs of my legs to support him.

  One night. One perfect night.

  He fucks me slowly, thrusting deep so I feel his balls smack wildly against the base of my pussy. I can feel him in places I never knew existed, like he’s not only fucking me, but every single cell in my body. It echoes out before me in a bubbling blanket of perfection, in shivers and aches that cascade through my body, and moans and sweat that stick our skin together in animalistic expression.

  It has never been better than this.

  Max shifts me into a variety of different positions, fucking me for just long enough in each one to drive me to the very edge of exaltation but never quite over it. He spanks my ass, he pulls my hair, he grips my hips and he fucks me hard. Purposefully, perfectly.

  He owns me, and I beg for more at each turn.

  Finally, when he feels like he’s driven me to the edge of heaven and back again enough times, my skin feels like it’s on fire and my whole body is shivering and spasming uncontrollably, he fucks me just that little bit deeper and pushes me out over the precipice.

  Max

  Lola’s moans make my spine tingle. I knew she was going to come hard, but I had no idea it was going to be like this.
I never thought I’d feel her orgasm almost as much as she is. Her pussy feels like someone’s attached electrodes to it, and right now, it’s squeezing my cock in all the right places.

  I knew I was good, but I never thought I’d be able to give a girl an orgasm for as long as Lola’s is lasting and I never thought her orgasm would make me come too. That’s never happened before. Not without me controlling it myself and certainly not to such intensity.

  After a while she tries to wriggle away from my cock, but I don’t let her. I’m still hard and I’m still coming, and there is no way I’m going to let her stop that. She gives up when she knows she can’t overpower me, folds herself into me instead and bites her lip in that sexy way she was doing in the bar.

  Her heart is beating so hard I can feel it against my chest. I don’t usually cuddle after fucking strangers, but I don’t want to let this one go too soon. I’m playing with fire, I know it, but the sensation is too good to try and fight against it.

  She locks her legs around my waist and we fall together to the bed.

  Enclosed in staggered moans, she whispers to me in short breaths.

  “So, what do you get for winning the bet?”

  Two.

  Lola

  Chaos.

  Three hours of broken sleep on a sofa barely big enough for me to curl up on, and now Mom, her two sisters, several of my cousins, and other random family members I barely recognize, all running about like headless chickens trying to get organized. Oh, on top of all that, three missed calls from Tyson and a text telling me to go fuck myself. Charming.

  I didn’t stay. Even if he’d have asked me to, I wouldn’t have. One night, that was the deal. Any longer and there was every chance I would have gotten trapped. Perfection like that just has to have flaws. There has to be a catch, right? Nobody can be that good looking, that good in bed and that perfect for me. Life just doesn’t work like that.