“Whiskey it is then.”
I went to the kitchen and took out the bottle of Jack Daniels and two glasses. I opened the fridge and found a can of soda. I mixed the drinks as well as I could but made mine not as strong considering I just lost a lot of blood.
I returned to the living room and handed Rocky his drink. He took a sip and nodded. “Very good.”
I sat down across from him in a wicker chair. The alcohol warmed my body up. I felt loose almost immediately. But now I didn't know what to do. I invited Rocky inside and didn't really know why.
But deep down I did.
“You have a nice place here,” he said.
“It's nice when Heather doesn't leave her dirty clothes out in the hallway.”
“Trust me, I've had my bad share of roommates too.”
“Do you want to see my room?” The question just vomited out of my mouth. I don't even remember thinking it. I had hoped Rocky didn't hear me.
He stood up. “Lead the way.”
Things were moving in a very dangerous direction. The alcohol was affecting my decision making.
These feelings that were developing were very wrong.
But why were they wrong? Rocky was an attractive guy. Why shouldn't I indulge myself?
We came to my room and I knew that once I opened the door, there would be no turning back.
I turned the door knob and we both entered.
Chapter Five
“Brace yourself because I haven't cleaned in awhile.”
The covers on my bed were disheveled and there were a pair of pink panties sitting on the ground. I hastily kicked them under the bed.
Rocky sat down on the queen-sized bed and bounced up and down. The ice cubes in his glass clinked together. “Something might be wrong with you if you think this room is dirty.”
“Well it's not dirty. Just not perfect.”
I stood in the corner of the room as far away from Rocky as I could. There was a gravitational attraction between us and I knew that if I got any closer, there would be no way to escape his orbit.
But I didn't have the choice.
Rocky stood up and walked towards me, his head low, his eyes dark. There could only be one thing on his mind. I backed up and my ass hit the desk. There was nowhere else to go.
“I've wanted you for a long time, Erica” he said.
My jaw dropped. That was the shock of my life.
Rocky continued, “The reason I was so terrible to you wasn't because of the kidney transplant. It was because I was hopelessly in love with you. I didn't know how to deal with my feelings.”
My head felt faint again. I reached out my hand behind me to catch myself on my desk. “Why didn't you tell me before?”
Rocky took another step towards me. “I was your stepbrother. There wasn't anything we could do about it.”
“Is that why you went away to college?”
Rocky nodded. “I knew I wouldn't be able to survive if I was around you.”
Everything was coming together now. It all made sense. “But there was so much lost time.”
He was within inches of me. “We can make up for it now.” Rocky reached out with his hand and I closed my eyes. His fingers grazed my cheek and I leaned into it. His touch was so caring.
I opened my eyes and separated my lips. Rocky reached my mouth and we connected. Fireworks went off. My body reacted in a way I'd never felt before.
Rocky slipped his hand behind my back and brought me in closer. I was enthralled with him. Rocky's tongue sneaked into my mouth and our tongues met. A small moaned escaped me.
Rocky pulled away and nothing felt real anymore. I wanted more. I needed more.
“I knew that was worth waiting for,” he said with a smirk.
I literally jumped on him, clawing away at his clothes. Nothing would satisfy me until Rocky was inside me.
“I need you,” I whispered to him. I pulled off my shirt and quickly unsnapped my bra. Rocky's eyes lit up at the sight of my large breasts. I could tell that he had been dreaming about them for a long time.
His hands came up and softly massaged my tits. His fingers deftly played with my nipples until they became hard to his touch. I wanted him to touch me all night like this.
Rocky knew that we couldn't wait any longer. We had both waited long enough.
I fumbled out of my jeans and Rocky did the same. We both laughed at each other. I couldn't believe how comfortable we were already.
Once we were both completely naked, Rocky lay back down and I mounted him. My fingernails raked his ungodly good-looking chest and abs. He must work out all the time. It really did feel like I was with a male model.
The wetness between my thighs was hard to ignore. Rocky was so thick beneath me, his cock resting between the lips of my pussy. I rocked back and forth, making his shaft slick and keeping eye contact with him.
“You're so fucking hot, Erica,” he said.
That was my cue. I lifted up and grabbed his throbbing cock. I guided him in as I lowered down, making him fill me up all the way.
“You're so tight,” Rocky called out.
He was right. I'd never had someone so big before. I could barely contain him and my pussy stretched beyond its limits.
I rested my hands on Rocky's pecs and worked my ass up and down. Rocky met me with his hips, forcing his cock deeper and deeper.
I whipped my hair out of my face and leaned down to kiss Rocky. His hands moved lower and found my ass cheeks. One slap felt amazing. Two slaps was painful but so good.
A sudden orgasm ravaged my body with spasms. Rocky held on to me as I bucked on him. He continued to thrust when I couldn't go on.
“It feels so good,” I called out.
Rocky slowed down his movements. His cock was so huge inside me. I could feel him move around. I never wanted him to leave me.
And then he did the unthinkable. Rocky pulled out and rolled over.
“Where are you going? I need more of you.” I said.
“Don't worry, I'm not even close to done with you,” he replied.
Chapter Six
“Put me in your mouth,” Rocky said, sitting on his knees on my bed.
I didn't even hesitate. I crawled over to him and grabbed his cock wet with my stickiness. I rubbed him from the base to the tip and crammed all his his thick meat into my mouth. Rocky groaned and held the back of my head.
I'd never tasted myself before and it wasn't all that bad. I wrapped my lips around and shoved him as deep down as possible. My tongue played with his head, lightly flicking it and driving Rocky crazy.
He wouldn't be able to last much longer. It wasn't possible.
I was dead wrong.
He started to push his cock in and out of my mouth. I didn't need to work any longer and became his tool to use with as he wished.
When he pulled out, I flipped around and willingly gave him my ass. I knew what he wanted before he could even ask it. It was like we were connected on another level. Transcending dimensions and love.
Rocky slapped me again and again, making my cheeks raw and red. “This ass is so good,” he said, his fingernails digging into my flesh.
“Take me again, Rocky. I can't take the teasing.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” he replied.
Rocky plowed into me in one thrust, his hips reaching my ass and burying his cock so deep in me. My head snapped back and cried out as another orgasm fired off.
I had a hard time holding myself up but Rocky's grip on my hips kept me in position.
Rocky slammed against me over and over. “You feel so good,” he said.
“I want to feel your come inside me,” I told him.
That turned on a light in his head. I think he was planning on coming on my back. But now things were different.
Rocky picked up speed, fucking me harder and faster than ever before. He was close. His balls would need to unload soon.
“I'm going to come, Erica,” Rocky called out.
We both reached the state of bliss at the same time. Rocky burst within me, pouring his sweet sticky seed inside my eager pussy.
I clenched around him as I tried to endure the body-wrecking orgasm. I wouldn't be able to move for days after this.
Rocky's thrusts began to slow down. My breath finally caught up with me. My hair was all over my face and I couldn't even see. I could feel his penis slowly become soft inside me.
I still didn't want him to leave. It was the safest feeling in the world.
Rocky pulled out and we both collapsed onto the bed. I'd never been so tired in my life. Rocky gathered me in his arms and played with my hair.
“That was too fucking good. There's no way that could be possible,” he said.
“I can tell you it was true because I was there too and it was fantastic.”
I fell sound asleep in his arms listening to his heart beat.
My bedroom door opened, startling us both awake.
Heather walked in and stopped in her tracks with an open mouth. “Oh shit, Erica. I didn't know you had somebody in here.”
I saw it in her face when she recognized it was Rocky who was in bed with me. She was frozen in place, not knowing what to say.
I didn't know what to say either.
“I'm sorry,” Heather said. She turned around and walked out but forgot to close the door behind her. A moment later she returned, apologized again, and closed the door.
“Well that just happened,” I said.
“Better that it gets out in the open now rather than later. I don't want to keep this a secret.”
I looked into his eyes and felt I finally found my match. And he was right under my nose the entire time.
“I don't want to keep it a secret either.”
Rocky leaned down and kissed me. It was so full of love that he didn't even need to say it.
We didn't leave the bed for days.
The End
Story Twenty Eight
Copyright 2018
All Rights Reserved.
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
Houston has been away for eight months sailing around the world. There's a lot that he's missed. But now that he's back Houston is ready to pick up his life where he left off.
Faith has been waiting her entire life for the right man. Once he shows up on her doorstep, she doesn't know what to do.
A forbidden romance wasn't what she expected.
Warning: This insta-love story is full of hot and steamy scenes. Come sail away with Houston and Faith...
Chapter One
Everything changed when I met Houston 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 couldn't stop drooling over my tits, 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 Houston.
Houston 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 Houston wasn't there.
He had a good reason though. Houston 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. Houston 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 outfits 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 Houston. 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 minus the blouse with the plunging neckline. I didn't want people staring at my rack all the way through brunch.
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.
“Faith, this is your stepbrother, Houston,” 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 four 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 white clouds. It was such a cruel joke.
Houston 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, Faith. 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 Houston and a peck on his cheek. I didn't even know that they ha
d 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 Houston 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.
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