Gorgeous Bastard

by Stella Blaze

  Damn it all to hell, but I didn’t fall for her bait, and the fucking second I went after her she shot right at me, and with a tricky, last second feint in the opposite direction, she sped past me and right to the hoop, jumping up and slam dunking the ball like she was Kobe himself.

  Damn, damn, double damn…

  “Looks like I should have gone to that basketball camp myself.”

  She smiled like a freaking superstar.

  Mesmerizing.

  “Tamika was great, and so was her coach.” She bit her lip, and all I wanted to do was take her in my arms and kiss the ever loving shit out of her. “Thanks by the way, for making sure dad got me something that amazing. She Skypes with some of us, and posts special YouTube tutorials too.”

  Okay, now I was officially jealous.

  “It was that or a new car. He didn’t want to spend quite that much, but I still think your old POS is a death-trap in disguise.”

  Cali scowled. “There’s nothing wrong with my car.”

  “That heap’s got four bald tires, an engine that needs a tune up, and I’m pretty sure your front left strut is about to let go.”

  “All those things I’ll get fixed,” she sounded defensive. “But I paid for that heap, with money I earned working part time jobs. How much of your little sports car did you earn, Joshy?”

  Oh, that was low.

  And it was true.

  I had never had a part time job. Dad made great money, and since my grades were good, and basketball seemed my calling, he’d had no problem paying for everything I’d needed… or wanted.

  I opened my mouth to say something scathing back, but…

  I just shut my mouth and held up my hands. She had me.

  Cali smiled victoriously as she passed me the ball, hard.

  Alright, then. No holding back.

  Chapter 19

  Un-fucking-believable!

  I’m a collegiate level starter for freaking Duke… and my younger sister just mopped the court with me.

  Seriously…

  We were both drenched with sweat, breathing like we’d run a freaking marathon—and hell, I’d unleashed my goddamn A-game, and I still got beat.

  Beat.

  By my little sister.

  Part of me was about to weep at the shame of it all. Thanking god or whoever that none of my buddies or teammates saw what had just happened.

  But the other part of me, the part that wanted to grab her and pull to me, and kiss, kiss, kiss her until there wasn’t anything else in the entire world but us… well, that part was so flipping proud I could barely keep it contained.

  Cali was a freaking phenomenon. She’d taken what she’d learned at the basketball camp and just went with it, right past me to the next level…

  If I were honest, she was a couple levels above me now.

  And she was just a freshmen!

  Good lord.

  Cali dribbled around the court and caught my eye, smiling, and then just stood, the ball held carelessly against her hip. The wind had picked up, and it made the wisps of hair around her face fly in all directions.

  As if she could read my mind she reached up and pulled the hairband from her ponytail and gave her head a shake, letting that honey blonde mane of hers free, the wind catching it and tossing it around like she was in a music video.

  I gulped.

  I got so damn hard.

  “What’s wrong, old man,” her eyes sparkled with glee as she poked fun at the two years older I was than her. “You too tired to finish this up?”

  I heard distant thunder. Or maybe it was someone’s shitty old car backfiring?

  Okay, I could play like that.

  “I don’t know, princess… maybe you just can’t close this win.”

  “Really?” Her eyes drew down into slits.

  “Sure, they call it choking in the big leagues, but since we’re both technically still in the college leagues, it’s referred to as not being able to close, or no follow through.”

  Cali started toward me, her expression cool, but her eyes blazing.

  “I’ll give you something to choke on.”

  I used my superior height and width to block the move she was trying for.

  “That’s my line, princess.”

  More thunder, sounding closer, and the wind had picked up again.

  One second she was in front of me, the next she spun and shot past me to the left. Before I even got turned around I heard the ball bounce off the backboard of the hoop, as she sank an easy layup.

  She caught the ball and stood there looking at me, those goddamn gorgeous blue eyes, bluer than any sky I’d ever seen. She smiled, radiating joy like the sun gives off light. And then she bit her lips, her eyes touching places on me, and then gliding back up to lock stares with me.

  Oh Christ, the way she looked at me, the heat in that stare.

  I crossed the court, stopping only when I was within a few inches of her.

  She let the ball fall to the ground, her eyes locked with mine as it bounced twice and rolled off.

  “Fuck Cali…” I was breathless, just standing there, staring down at the most beautiful girl in the world. “I…”

  I had no more words. My mind was a cacophony of words, commands—my inner whatever’s were going nuts, all wanting me to do something.

  Kiss her!

  Grab her!

  Fuck her!

  Love her…

  Love her.

  Oh shit, that was the one that burst the goddamn dam, so to speak.

  I reached out and grabbed her head with both hands, pulling her face to mine, her lips to my lips, until we were kissing.

  Kiss, kiss, kissing.

  Kissing deep, kissing wet, kissing desperate.

  Yeah, that’s how it felt kissing Cali. Like I was desperate for another kiss. As if any second she would come to her senses and push me away, telling me no. Not ever again.

  But with every second, every heart beat the kiss became stronger, deeper, so much more than any kiss had ever been.

  I was kissing Cali.

  I had my hand on Cali’s long, elegant neck, holding her so I could kiss her deeper and deeper.

  God, she tasted so fucking good! Like strawberries and sugar. So sweet it was like a drug.

  My other hand was on her ass, that sweet, tight, exquisite little ass, pulling her tight to me, so her navel was pressed against my hard cock.

  She sighed into my mouth, slowly licking up into me, tasting me as if I were a favorite dessert.

  I heard thunder again, and it was close.

  I pulled my lips reluctantly from hers and opened my eyes.

  The world had turned dark, the skies filled with storm clouds… and it was raining.

  When had it started raining?

  We were both soaked, standing there wrapped up in each other’s arms.

  I saw lightning flicker in the distance. I looked down into Cali’s eyes and saw her hunger for me. She reached up and pulled my head down to her level again, pulling me into a feverish, hellishly hot kiss.

  Her hands slid down the wet material of my t-shirt, then slid down my lower back, and then very deliberately they grabbed a hold of my ass, squeezing, and pulling me against her just like I had done to her moments before.

  Lightning flashed so close I could practically feel the heat. Thunder boomed an instant later.

  Dear god, Cali looked up at me with no fear at all in her eyes, only heat and lust and need.

  I pulled her to me, our lips meeting for another mind blowing, reality fucking kiss, as I scooped her up by her ass and started walking towards the side door of the house. A few moments later I deposited her dripping wet bottom on the counter of the kitchen’s floating island.

  Her legs were still wrapped around my hips, and she would not let go.

  Not that I was complaining. I was so into our kiss a freaking hurricane could rip the roof off the house and I don’t think I would have even noticed.

  All I wanted
was Cali. And right now, in this very moment, I had her.

  In my arms, the taste of her in my mouth, her sweet, hot breath filling me, her legs wrapped around me.

  I was so hard, I could have driven my cock right through a brick wall.

  Seriously.

  I had been fantasizing about Cali for two goddamn years. I’d been stewing for months, counting down the days, the freaking hours until I could see her again…

  And now she was all mine.

  I couldn’t wait another fucking minute.

  I pulled off my shirt, and kissed her again, my hands pulling at the wet fabric of her pants. I had to get her naked… I had to get her naked now.

  She gasped as I pulled her pants down from her hips, then on down off her long, sexy legs.

  I stood back up and kissed her again…

  Fuck me if I couldn’t get enough of her lips, her mouth.

  I took hold of the bottom of her tank top and ripped it up off over her head, making that tangle of wet hair fall all over her smooth, beautiful shoulders.

  I fell into her lips again, my hands holding her shoulders possessively, and then sliding down her long, strong arms, still so slender, so very, very girlish.

  No, not girl.

  Woman.

  I was kissing a woman.

  I was kissing the woman I loved.

  I kissed my way down her throat, down her collarbone until I was headed for her tits.

  Dear sweet lord she had great tits.

  Round, soft, and they seemed to be getting bigger the more I kissed them.

  Oh yeah, Cali had great tits.

  I undid the clasp in the back, and her bra slid down in front, doing a slow motion reveal of what had been covered, the creamy whiteness, the full softness, the dime sized, perfect pink nipples.

  I licked one, and then took it into my mouth, sucking on it, savoring the soft pink flesh as it hardened under my tongue.

  Cali moaned. It was the sweetest, hottest sound I’d ever heard. Made my cock pulse in my pants like I was ready to cum already.

  I let go of her nipple and started kissing and licking my way down her ribs, and then down the gentle curve of her stomach.

  I was headed right on down to between her legs, where I was going to peel off those pesky panties, when Cali’s body tightened and she said the unthinkable…

  Something that stopped my kisses and licks in their tracks.

  “Joshua… I’m a virgin.”

  ***

  Chapter 20

  Cali

  I couldn’t believe how quickly it had happened. One minute we were playing ball—I was afraid at first Joshua was letting me win, but not only was that so not like him, but I started to realize I really was better than him. Hmmm…

  That was interesting.

  Made me wonder why my new coach was being so hard on me.

  Why I seemed unable to do anything right when I was around him.

  And then it started to thunder, and then it started to rain…

  But all I could think about was Joshua, because Joshua was kissing me.

  No, he wasn’t just kissing me, he was ravishing me, like in those heated romances I couldn’t stop reading, like in the movies I’d been sneaking out to watch since I was sixteen.

  Overwhelmed… I was overwhelmed by Joshua. His body against mine, his mouth on mine, his hands grabbing and pulling me to him, tighter and tighter.

  I hadn’t given the rain or the storm any mind. But then that lightning hit so close I could feel it, could smell it—and that horrible thunder blasting like explosives.

  Joshua picked me up by my butt, making me squeal as I wrapped my legs around his hips, feeling the hardness of him against my core, only some fabric separating his hard flesh from my…

  Oh god, how was I going to have sex if I couldn’t even say… pussy.

  Pussy.

  Vagina.

  Vajajay!

  And then we were in the house, and he had his shirt off—god, he should walk around with his shirt off all the time. Next thing I know he had gotten my shirt off, my pants in a wad on the tile floor of the kitchen, and he was kissing down my breasts.

  Oh god, this was happening… this was really happening.

  Was this what going insane feels like?

  My bra just magically fell off; Joshua’s hands so nimble I hadn’t even felt him undo the clasp. And as if he had some sort of gravitational pull, my bra fell from my shoulders and my breasts were just suddenly bared to him.

  Good god in heaven, I was practically naked in front of my stepbrother.

  My chest tightened, not letting me breathe.

  But then Joshua licked my nipple. It was warm and wet, and his tongue was… I don’t have words to describe what his tongue was like. It was rough and smooth and more than a little electrifying.

  He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around my nipple, his tongue swirling around it—it hardened, and moans started escaping my lips. His warm, strong hands cupped my breast and gently caressed it as he sucked.

  My whole body tightened up like a spring, as if every lick and suck… and goddamn nibble of my nipple were winding me up, so I could spring up in the air like some orgasmic jack-in-the-box—or explode.

  That mouth, that tongue, those nipping teeth, they started moving down my ribs, further south, and then over the sensitive flesh of my stomach.

  I felt his hands on my hips, catching the straps of my panties with his fingers.

  Oh god, oh god, oh god!

  We were really going to do it… we were really going to have sex.

  Part of me knew that was exactly what all this had been heading for: the flirting, the kiss, playing basketball—again—right where that first kiss had happened. What else had I expected to happen?

  But this was Joshua, and I… I freaking loved him. Was in love with him.

  I didn’t want to disappoint him.

  I grabbed hold of his head, that full, black mane of his, every muscle in my body tightening.

  “Joshua…” Good lord, I was going to ruin everything, again… “I’m a virgin.”

  He looked at me from between my legs, a more beautiful creature I could never imagine. His mouth was open, his lips shiny from sucking on my nipple, his eyes predatory, heated with want and desire.

  I gasped. That want and desire was for me.

  He licked his lips and I swear I could feel him licking my nipple again.

  “You’re a virgin?” He sat back on his knees and stared at me with doubt blossoming on his face. “This isn’t a joke, is it?”

  I shook my head, afraid my voice would betray me. I wanted to be with him so badly it was causing a physical pain inside me, in places I didn’t even know could hurt.

  I ached for him.

  He looked away from me, and I could tell his thoughts were going a million miles an hour. I usually liked the look his face took when he was thinking. Not that he was a genius… but his thoughts were usually pretty different, original.

  My thoughts? Well, they were almost solely revolving around Joshua right now. Well, there was this one, giddy little thought slipping through my head about how I had beaten Joshua at hoops. That thought was making me pretty happy inside. And Joshua was making me happy on the outside.

  His eyes darted left, then right, and then he stood up, his eyes locking with mine again.

  “Are you sure you want to do this… with me?”

  Of course I wanted to do this. “I’m sure.”

  He moved a fraction of an inch closer to me. “So you want me to be your first?”

  “Yes,” my voice was no more than a whisper, but yes, I wanted him to be my first, my only…

  My last.

  I reached out and touched his face, my fingers tracing his jaw, and then sliding across his mouth, those soft, thick lips.

  “I want you to be my first.” And only you.

  He shook his head and then scooped me up off the counter, carrying me in his arms out of the kitchen. �
��Jesus Christ…” he growled, and before I knew it, he was carrying me upstairs.

  I clung to him and he kissed me as he crested the stairs and marched us right to his room.

  He kicked wide the partially open door, There were clothes tossed here and there, and the bed was unmade, but when he lowered me down onto it, and I was enveloped in his scent, I didn’t care what the room looked like. It was Joshua’s room and I loved it.

  I loved him.

  He stood up and looked at me, staring like he was entranced.

  I realized I was covering my naked breasts with my hands, so I let them drop off to the sides of my body, revealing me to him entirely.

  He dropped to his knees by the bed and pulled me by my hips so I was pressed against his crotch. I could still feel him, still hard and denim clad, against my bottom.

  His hands were rough as he grabbed my panties and pulled them off me, up and over my legs. He took them and held them to his face, and slowly inhaled.

  I could hardly breath as I watched him scent my panties, and then drop them to the floor as he looked down at me as if he was about to eat me alive.

  Hungry.

  His hands pulled open my knees, and he looked down possessively at my sex. I felt my heart beating a hellish rhythm as he leaned in and kissed his way down the inside of my thigh.

  I watched as his head dropped slowly into my lap, my breathing coming in ragged gasps as he kissed and licked closer and closer to my pussy.

  I wanted to scream when his hot breath tickled the mound between my legs. And then, so very slowly, he lowered his mouth and kissed me there. First one chaste kiss. And then a longer, sweeter kiss. And then he kissed my pussy with tongue.

  I threw my head back and called out his name.

  Joshua… Joshua… Joshua!

  His tongue… oh that quick, slick tongue…

  He licked up one side of me and then down the other, alternating sides up and sides down, until my legs fell open and my mind went blank.

  With a lick and a gentle sucking action, he took part of me in his mouth, just as he had with my nipple, and sent me into orbit. Not a part of me was touching the ground anymore. I was floating in a wordless, undulating cloud of pleasure.

  I grabbed at the sheets, my head thrashing against the mattress as he feasted on my gasping, gaping pussy. I wanted to turn inside out, as if something was building up inside me, ready to claw its way out, to explode.