He’s way out of my league.
My buzzer sounds and I go to let him in. For a silly second I think oh jeez, what if it’s Dane, before I remember he’s in jail and not messing up my life anymore.
I can hear Mattew bounding up the stairs and the sound of that makes my pussy tingle. Running to see me?
He bursts through the door and scoops me into his arms before I can even say hey. Our lips find each other and I sink into the most incredible kiss of my life—his lips are rough and he’s kissing with so much passion they’re scraping my lips and the sensation is fucking hot. He’s holding me tight with those epic guns of his, and I feel so safe, like nothing could ever hurt me when I’m with him. And not just feeling safe, lol—I’m so heated up by finally pressing myself against his body, feeling his firm belly against mine, my arms twined around his neck…and jesus I can feel he’s got wood, oh man does he got wood, and it’s pushing against me, thick and hard.
My pussy is practically screaming at me to get this man’s clothes off and put that cock where it belongs.
But wait.
I stop kissing and pull back. “Hold on,” I say.
My pussy is not happy with me.
“Something I need to talk to you about.”
Matthew’s face is adorably flushed. He swallows and nods, but his hands are on my hips and he pulls me closer, up against his boner.
God, it feels amazing.
“I broke up with Dane,” I tell him. He grins at me but says nothing. “But I need to know, I really need to know: did you get him arrested?”
Matthew lets go of my hips. “Huh? What are you talking about?”
“He’s in jail, Matthew.”
“I know. You think I put him there? Why would I do something like that?”
“It’s not like you approved of him. What better way to get him out of my life?”
Matthew laughs, sort of bitterly. “Are you kidding me, Nic? First of all, most of the guys in jail have wives or girlfriends on the outside. So as a strategy to break you guys up, that doesn’t seem like a very smart way to go about it.”
I look down, feeling a little hesitant. I’d been so sure it was Matthew’s fault, and I didn’t know what to do with that old certainty, you know? “I thought the reason you showed up last night—and I’m grateful for what you did, of course, really grateful—but I thought you were coming over to gloat. And by the way, thanks for the flowers,” I add, mixed-up as ever.
Matthew sighs. “Sit down, Nicolette.”
Something in his tone makes me want to obey, for once in my life.
“You have really got the wrong idea about me if you think I would ever want to hurt you. I was around last night because I…because I sometimes come over when my shift is done and try to keep an eye on things. You know I wish you’d move into a safer neighborhood. I can’t stand the idea of something happening to you like it almost did last night.
“You mean you…were protecting me? That’s why you were around?”
“Yes, Nicolette!” Matthew takes a deep breath. “Look, I want to tell you the things I’ve wanted to tell you for years but somehow never found the right moment,” he says, sitting down beside me. I wish we were kissing again. I’m feeling scared at what he might say.
“I loved you the minute I laid eyes on you, back when we were just teenagers,” he says, beaming those blue eyes at me.
Whaaaaat?
“The way you’d tease my dad, just for laughs. The way you took care of everybody by making our favorite foods when we were in bad moods. The way you…the way you’d hang around in the hall when I was taking a shower,” he says, grinning, and reaching for me.
My face is burning. He knew?
“I wanted to tell you how I felt about you, but…but you were always the cool one, the risk-taker, while I was worried about doing what everyone else expected of me. I thought you’d laugh in my face.”
“I can’t even—”
A look of sadness crosses his face. “Oh,” he says, and I swear his eyes go sorta dull, like a light went out.
“No, I mean…I can’t believe you’re saying this stuff, Matthew. I thought…I thought you thought I was a headcase, just a fat chick who embarrassed the family and never even finished high school.”
Matthew shakes his head. “Nic,” he says, and then he takes me by the hips and lifts me up, pulling me onto his lap. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” he says, “and I want you so bad I can’t stand it anymore.”
I lean my face into his and we’re kissing again, this time with even more passion and urgency, and his hands are running all over my body and I swear sparks are flying out wherever they go. He smells so manly and I breathe him in, I taste him, and I can’t help it, I start rocking my hips back and forth in his lap, pushing my nub against his rock-hard cock. Our tongues are everywhere at once and he’s sucking on my lower lip and then nibbling on my earlobe which makes me so freaking wet.
“Ohh Matthew,” I moan, as he starts unbuttoning my shirt.
“Oh God,” he says, “do you know how long I’ve been dreaming of your tits?” He pulls my shirt off my shoulders and gazes at my breasts, his eyes wide, and then in a flash he reaches around and undoes my bra and the girls come tumbling out. “Ohh Nic,” he says, over and over, his hands cupping my breasts and then his face down between them, and then he’s kissing them, licking them, and he’s pushing his hips up against me, his boner is right on my clit and I think I’m going to come in about three more seconds of this, it feels so fucking good.
“I want to suck your nipples,” he says, his voice cracking, and his lips find one nipple and he flicks it and then pounces on it, sucking hard, while pinching the other with his fingers.
Oh. my. god.
Heat like I’ve never felt before builds up suddenly and then with one extra-hard suck I go flying, coming so hard, bucking up against him and calling his name, bliss like I’ve never ever felt before.
Matthew, oh Matthew my love.
“That’s my girl,” he growls into my neck. “I want to make you come a hundred more times.” And he laughs a little, and this time the laugh is full of joy and not bitterness.
“Let’s go to bed,” I say, climbing out of his lap.
He stands up and we start walking towards the bedroom. But then he stops me. I’m facing away from him and he holds me close so that now his wood is pushing against my ass, and godalmighty it’s good. He’s got his hands on my hips again and he’s pumping slowly against my ass. With one hand he reaches around and unzips my pants and then pulls them down. He turns me around and bends me over the back of the sofa, pulling my panties down with one hand.
I hear them rip, and god that’s fucking hot.
“Can’t wait for the bed,” he says. “Gotta fuck you here, right now.” I move to turn around but he holds me firmly and I feel the head of his cock come between my legs. “Spread your legs,” he growls, and I do.
“Ohh!” I shout, as his cockhead pushes hard inside me. I’m dripping wet and ready and Matthew groans and pumps fast, then gets control of himself and goes more slowly.
“I want to fuck you all day,” he says. “God, you’re so tight. So sweet. So fucking sweet…”
I arch my back so he can get in deeper and he drives his cock in hard, we’re not using protection and I love the feel of his warm skin, of his thick cock penetrating me all the way in. I can feel the head swelling as he gets closer. He takes a handful of my hair and pulls it, it hurts but in a good way, and call out his name again and he pumps super fast and then is still, and he’s filling me up, then jerking, saying Nic Nic Nic.
We stay like that for a half a minute, Matthew standing behind me holding my hips, and me bent over the sofa with my ass in the air. Then I feel his cock slip out of me, his cum is running down my legs, I’m all sweaty and panting.
And happy. Damn, I’m happy.
7
WE GO BACK to my bed finally and both of us fall fast asleep.
When I wake up, it’s dark out. Matthew’s arm is over my chest and he’s snuggled up against me. It takes a minute—more that a minute—for me to be sure that I’m not dreaming, not high and hallucinating or something. That Matthew, my Matthew, is actually here, in my bed. And actually wanted me.
Actually loves me.
Mind. blown.
I squirm a little under his arm and he wakes up and nuzzles my neck.
“I’m never leaving this bed,” he whispers. “You’re going to have to stay right here and attend to my needs all day and all night.”
“Your needs,” I say, laughing.
“That’s right,” says Matthew, and rolls on top of me. “Feel how hard you make me?”
“Mmm.”
“I need to fuck you again.”
“Mmm.” I wriggle under him, delighting in the way he’s looking deep into my eyes while pushing his cock between my legs. “What about my needs?” I say, teasing.
“Name one,” he says, his voice catching. He leans on one arm so he can fondle my breast with one hand. “Jesus,” he says, finding my nipple and pinching it again. “I’m obsessed with your nipples,” he says, dipping his head down and licking it.
“Ohh,” I say, wrapping my legs around him. But then I push him away. “My needs,” I remind him.
“Sorry. Got distracted,” he says, still looking at my tits.
“Did you know what I was doing, out there in the hall when we were younger?”
“Trying to catch a glimpse of my meat,” he says, grinning.
“Yeah,” I say. “But I didn’t want just to look….”
His eyes get wide and now he’s really grinning.
“I wanted to suck you,” I say. “I want you to shove your cock in my mouth so deep right now, and I’m gonna suck you dry.”
“My little stepsis is a dirty girl,” he says, and we both crack up laughing.
“So you’re not interested?” I tease him.
“Oh, I’m interested,” he says, serious now, and rolling off me. He props himself against the headboard and I kneel between his legs. I take his stiff rod in my hands and squeeze it, and then move one hand slowly up and down it, marvelling at the soft, soft skin, the popping veins, the almost scarlet color. And knowing he’s hard like this for me—well, that’s indescribable. And beyond wonderful.
I stroke him a little faster and with my other hand cup his balls.
“Oh Nic,” he moans, his eyes closed and head back. “I can’t believe—”
“I know,” I murmur, bringing my mouth to his cock. I lick the glistening droplet off the tip, and then close my lips over his cockhead, running my tongue along the ridge. I wanted to go slow but tasting him like this has me so excited I can’t go slow, and I’m bobbing my head up and down as he pumps into me, banging against the back of my throat, we’re both moaning, and I pull one of his hips up so I can reach around to his crazy hot ass, and I press my finger right against his hole until it lets me in.
“Aaahh,” shouts Matthew, his hands on my breasts, squeezing them and fingering my nipples and then freezing as he comes into my mouth and I push my finger deeper into his ass.
Barely waiting for the spasms to subside, Matthew pulls me up beside him, kisses me, and then flips me on my back. “I’m gonna eat you out, my girl, gonna make you scream for mercy,” he says, and no kidding, his tongue is dancing up and down my folds, he’s burying his face in my cunt, and holy jesus is there anything better than a man who likes pussy? His arms are long so he’s still playing with my breasts as he licks me, sucks me, teases me.
And then he settles his mouth right on my clit. He’s pulsing with his tongue, prodding it, loving it, sucking it, and the rhythm gets faster and the sensation builds until I swear to fuck I think I lose consciousness. The orgasm hits me like a hurricane and I’m whirling and spinning in a storm of the most intense pleasure ever. Matthew is lapping at my nub and licking my juice and my body is shaking and bucking up into his face until finally it’s fading and I lie quiet, my chest heaving.
“Oh, man,” I say.
“I love you, Nic. I love your taste, I love your hips, I love your pussy, I love your tits. And…” he looks up, as though considering, “…you make a mean grilled cheese. And…and I’m going to fuck you a couple more times before we go to sleep.”
“I won’t be able to walk tomorrow!” I laugh.
But yeah. This is good. Way, way, way more than good. For the first time maybe ever, I’m gonna fall asleep actually looking forward to tomorrow.
So what do you think, do you like this one? It’s not too slutty for a wedding dress? I want a little cleavage, so sue me.
In what feels like a daydream, I’m here at the bridal place in the nice part of town, trying on dresses. I want to surprise Matthew at the altar with the hottest-looking dress I can, without looking, you know, too trashy. I think we’re going to get tattoos together the day before—I’m getting a little heart right on my left boob, in the spot where he first kissed me that day when he pulled my shirt off.
The weeks and months after that day have been incredible. Not always easy, because hey, Ive got baggage and so does Matthew. And it’s not like either of us has ever been around a couple who got along, you know? Our parents didn’t even stay together. My mom’s moved out of state chasing some new guy, and his dad isn’t around either.
We’ve just got each other.
And sometimes my old insecurity comes flooding back and I think there’s no way that buff dude really wants to be with me, but to be honest, feeling his hard cock kinda helps me with that one. And sometimes I think I’m too edgy for him and what am I doing with a guy who’s like the biggest rule-follower you could ever imagine. But you know, I understand now that all he’s doing is trying to make a safer world for the people he loves. And you gotta respect the fuck outta that, right?
All I ever wanted was to cook good food for people and come home to some loving arms. That whole thing with Dane was like a detour to someplace ugly, and I never want to go back there again. I’m at work right now, cutting up potatoes as usual, but now the owners are considering letting me run the kitchen during some of the slow shifts. And when I leave work, all tired and sore from being on my feet so so long, Matthew will be home waiting for me, home from his day putting the bad guys away, waiting for me with open arms, more than ready to eat whatever I cook and then to fuck me senseless.
Life is amazing, for sure. Now help me get out of this dress and let’s go to lunch.
THE END
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About the Author:
Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories with step-siblings as their main romantic focus. She's always been curious about the forbidden, and this is her way of exploring such complex relationships that threaten to keep her couples apart. As she writes her way to her dream job, Ms. Brother hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional and romantic experience as much as she's enjoyed writing them.
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