PERSONAL: A Stepbrother Sports Romance

by Stephanie Brother

  He spun me around so I was on top of him. Our eyes locked and I felt like we were transported to another place and galaxy.

  Every ounce of care I had that others would be able to see us went out the window. I was feeling everything more intensely than before with every inch and millimeter of him deep inside my walls. His hands held me as he thrust me deep over his shaft. He was penetrating me and going oh so deep as my soaked clit glided along his lower abs. I experienced more of those delicious, electrifying orgasms.

  Never in my life had I ever experienced anything quite like this. My body surrendered a never-ending string of orgasms. It was literally orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. The pleasure would explode, and then just when I was about to come down from the high, he’d suddenly keep me climbing higher, and higher, and higher. It was so surreal. I knew it was partially from the joint, but there was also something definitely happening between us. There was more to this experience than orgasms and hot sex.

  We started deeply into each other’s eyes.

  “I’m not letting you go this easy. I’m not.” His hands were tight around my hips as he thrust me deeper. I cried out as my hands flew to his chest. Having him so deep and hard inside me was a delicious treat. My hands traveled down his strong muscles, admiring the way they felt like stone. And then that face.

  God, that face.

  As if on the same wavelength as I, his hands cupped my face. We kissed each other like our lives depended on it, like we needed each other to breathe. Like we needed this moment to happen, otherwise we would die. My nipples were so hard they sent jolts of pleasure as they rubbed against his chest; electricity surged throughout my body. I was climbing to the pinnacle of ecstasy – climbing, climbing, climbing, floating, exploding, tormented in pleasure!

  In an instant, his strong hands were by my side, once more lifting me up with his strong arms. He slid his hips edge of the couch and wrapped me around him once more. I was now prisoner to his care. I could feel everything in this position; it allowed me to open up deeper to take him in.

  Face to face, eyes to eyes, mouth to mouth, he thrusted me up and down. Our bodies crashed with ferocity. My slickness tingled against his hard cock. I had to surrender to all this pleasure; it was never ending and all-consuming.

  “Kiss me,” he huskily ordered as his thumb trailed down my lips. We moaned into each other once more as he took me for a ride designed by him. Never had I ever been fucked like this before.

  “I’m going to make you cum so hard you can’t help but to shout so fucking loud, the entire sky and stars will hear.”

  “I’m already coming! I can’t stop coming!” I cried out, my fingers tearing into his strong flesh. “I really can’t stop coming!”

  My laughter pierced the city night as I kissed him harder. Everything moved in slow motion between us. The realization that we were naked on a yellow couch on the top of a high-rise at a late night, early morning dive bar in the Big Apple hit me. It was the bravest thing I’d ever done.

  Flashes came to my mind of he and I on the couch on his property years ago. We did brave things together; that was our MO. Together we made each other flourish. These realizations sang in my heart and sewed his soul closer to mine.

  “Compliments to Mary Jane.” His tongue trailed down mine and across my collarbone as he ravished me in the most sensational way.

  “Compliments to…you…to you…!” I couldn’t help but get out. “God, your eyes are so chocolate brown. Has anyone ever told you that?”

  He sucked hard on my nipples in response.

  “Has anyone ever told you you’re a goddess? I’ve always loved your tits. They’ve always been perfect. And your face…”

  His lips kissed my cheeks and then he stared into my eyes as he continued controlling the thrusts while I held on for the ride. “I’ve been in love with your eyes since I first saw them. They shimmer like the sea.”

  I moaned in pleasure as my deep sweet spot was kissed once more. He pushed that spot over and over again, and it felt so damn good. It felt like sin, a delicious sin.

  “I can’t get enough of you. This moment right now, it’s not enough for me. I can’t get enough of you, Cat.”

  I cried in bliss from his confession as my hands twirled in his hair. This was the most delicious thing I’d ever experienced in my life and I loved how it seemed to last forever as time moved in slow motion.

  “Look at me, Cat.” His hands cupped my face. “I don’t want you to lose you again. I can’t lose you. We need to be together. Can’t you feel that?”

  I nodded my head. My body felt it. My rational reasoning of all the hurt and pain was gone. My heart was speaking and I shook my head as his hands cupped my breast again and his lips were on my neck. I don’t know how many orgasms I had; I stopped counting. I had surrendered to the bliss. My mind, body, and soul agreed with him.

  “Baby, I want you to feel so good, you’ll never leave.” He lifted me off of him and laid me gently back on my back, spread my bare legs wide, and went back to licking me like I was ice cream on cone.

  He knew exactly where to kiss me. This time there was no teasing. It was just business, right over that decadent spot as he penetrated me with his finger, an area that could only be reached with skill. He curled his finger tapping me deeply, making my hips buck wildly, as his tongue never stopped lapping me over my sensitive knob. My entire body started shaking and my head tossed to the left and right. I think my internal orgasms were finally peaking. I couldn’t tell. I’d never been so hot in my life, so horny, so eager for a release.

  “I think I’m coming again!”

  When Ramon means business, he means business. His determination was relentless; it was the reason I knew he would succeed in the professionals. When his eye was on the ball, on the game, there was no derailing him from his goal.

  Bringing me to my final orgasm was his only goal, even with his own raging hard-on.

  “But what about you? You need to come, Ramon.”

  “I will, baby. Don’t you worry.”

  With his finger deep within me, finger fucking me, and his tongue twirling around my clit before tapping it just right, his free hand pinched my nipple and slid down my stomach, caressing my inner thigh in waves. Up and down he caressed, until I finally felt myself coming, bursting into a serious wave of explosions.

  I couldn’t breathe. I screamed my ecstasy so loud, I’m sure blocks heard my pleasure. The way he swirled his tongue over my clit made sparks fly through my cells, forcing every single nerve to crescendo, a pleasurable escalation the created most delicious finale as I melted. I immediately felt an alerted state of bliss take over my body.

  My pussy spasmed and tightened around his finger. I knew he’d be able to tell I’d orgasmed again, multiple times.

  Once my heart rate calmed down, that’s when he entered me slowly, matching the soft erotic kiss of his lips and tongue with soft strokes.

  The look in his eyes told me he was serious. Just as I thought the sex couldn’t get any better or hotter, he slowly moved into me deeply. I cried out again as I felt his tip deep inside of me fill that most delicious space.

  Positioning his hips at that angle caused his member to penetrate me even deeper. This time, the thrusts were faster, and that’s when I saw them myself.

  The stars.

  The shooting stars that took away everyone’s words.

  The shooting stars that could only make you murmur.

  I moaned in pure delight. Both the stars and skyscrapers heard my cry. And as he found his own release within me, Ramon rested his face on my chest. My legs wrapped around him, and I lay there in shock and bewilderment of having just had the hottest freaking sex I’d ever experienced in my life.

  Cat

  The warmth of the sun and its bright rays of light forced my eyes open. I blinked a few times in a haze, wondering where the hell I was and why my hand was draped over hard rocks. I had the best dream of… my eyes slowly danced to my bedside.
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br />   Those weren’t rocks my hand was covering.

  Those were Ramon’s fingers.

  I instantly smiled.

  It wasn’t a dream.

  It wasn’t a dream at all.

  I remembered every single ounce of it. All of it. Until we left the rooftop. Except leaving. Either way, I know we did since we were in this bed together.

  I let out a cozy sigh, instantly becoming wet as I thought about that epic night of sex. I’d never, ever, in my life experienced such sensations.

  Ramon slept beside me like an angel; a peaceful hard-working angel. I caught a glimpse of the hotel clock. The numbers 2:22 pm stared back at me before I closed my eyes and retreated back to into an enchanting slumber.

  The door pounded, rudely awakening me from my sleep. Seconds later, more intense pounding persisted at the door, waking Ramon up from dreamland as well. His hands naturally went to my wrists as I sat up on the side of the bed.

  “No… Come back here you.”

  My eyes danced his way, filled with concern. “It sounds pretty urgent.”

  “It’s not urgent,” he said, his voice full of sandman sleep talk.

  “You’re still asleep.” I stood up naked and walked across the suite. I looked for a robe as I spun around to see him staring at me.

  “I could stare at you all day. Don’t put that on, baby. In fact, come back here.”

  He sat up, letting the sheets slide down his washboard abs. I know he knew he was the shit. He was the shit in high school. And he was definitely the shit today – just majorly amplified. Those tattoos on his side were hot. I hadn’t noticed them last night. I wanted to run my fingers over them and explore the hidden script.

  And I would. I planned to return the favor with my mouth on him very soon.

  Securing the robe over me, I caught a glimpse of my appearance. Professional make up had its perks. I still looked pretty dang good! I flipped my hair to the side, smoothing it over and wiped the sleep out of my eyes before looking through the peephole.

  Oh my god. It was my publicist!

  What was she doing here? How did she know I was here? I opened the door immediately.

  “Thank God you have me connected to your phone.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “The share my location feature?”

  “I did? I mean, I have that activated for you?”

  “We need to talk.” She stepped into the room and then saw Ramon. “Oh! Whoa.” She held up files covering her face before looking at me. “Can you get him dressed or give him a robe or something? He needs to be in this conversation, as well.”

  “I do?”

  “You do.”

  I reached for a robe and tossed it to him. He stood up, stark naked, revealing his incredible morning wood – well, now afternoon wood – and my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach in delicious realization that I knew what it felt like to be filled so deeply by him – and all of that.

  I’m coming for you. Just you wait.

  Kendra kept the file covering the side of her face making a little private window of conversation for us. “Is he dressed yet?”

  My eyes dusted over to him as he stood there running his hands through his hair, the robe over his strong muscles, yet not quite fully covering his man of steel chest. God, how many muscles could I count if I gave myself time? I hoped I had all the time in the world.

  With a mischievous grin on his face, he took his time securing his robe. He knew what he was doing. Oh, yes he did.

  “Well?” Kendra’s icy blue eyes were very impatient and suddenly I didn’t feel so…well, excited about this conversation we were about to have.

  “Okay, he’s secured and covered.”

  “Good. Okay, well, there’s no way to just skirt around this issue.” Ramon’s eyes instantly furrowed.

  “What issue? That we’re together? We’re no longer step siblings if that is what you mean.”

  “What?” She seemed legitimately shocked. I guess she hadn’t truly pried into my past.

  “You didn’t know that?”

  “I don’t… I don’t know how I missed that. Um, fuck.”

  “What? I mean it’s not that big of a deal to me. To us. It’s been like a year since that ended.”

  “Well,…” She let out a long sigh. “You two may want a drink.”

  “Why? Just tell me. You’re really making me freak out.”

  “No,no.” She shook her head as she walked over to the bar and pulled out the champagne bottle. My stomach instantly flipped and I held up my hand protesting. “I…already have to pay my time in the gym for last night’s drinking.”

  Her eyes were frozen, persistent. “Trust me, right now we can’t drink champagne. Champagne is for celebrating. We need the hard stuff.”

  She poured tequila into two tumblers and pranced with purpose to Ramon. “Tequila makes me crazy.”

  “So I’ve heard.”

  “Listen, Kendra, you’re scaring me.”

  “Both of you drink. Now. Start drinking!” Her tone was higher, bossy, tight.

  God, I hated shots but I sipped the strong liquor as best as I could.

  “Congratulations. You two now have a sex tape.”

  What the…? Gulp. I finished the glass and my eyes glazed over to Ramon who shot the drink back like a sailor.

  “What are you talking about? We didn’t record anything last night.”

  “Exactly. But when you did do, is have some… um… pornstar worthy sex, especially when it comes to the length you—” She stumbled over her words. “I mean…the time of length, not the….”

  “You can say it. I’ve been told.” He teased, his eyes sparkling.

  I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes and laugh. But I snapped out of that in a quick New York minute.

  “Someone caught wind of your sexcapade last night. Someone with the name online as Candyilicoius2445. They sold the video this morning for some pretty chump change.”

  “Wait, what? Is that even legal? Can they do that?”

  Ramon’s face hardened. He walked over to the edge of the bed.

  “It is illegal. But too many people have already seen the video and have uploaded it to their sites. I’m sure you’re aware of this Ramon, but Cat is a hot commodity right now. She could probably be labeled as the hottest model right now. Men are eating this up left and right.”

  I felt sick to my stomach. This was the last thing I’d ever want in my entire life. My career had just started and it was about to be ruined!

  “No! I can’t… I can’t…” I whimpered. “This can’t be happening.”

  “It is happening. That’s why I’m here tracking you down. We have to discuss a plan, or rather devise one together so that we are all on the same level.”

  “This…this won’t…shit. I can’t mess up the draft!” It was starting to hit Ramon as well. “I fucking can’t mess that up. That was a private moment.”

  “In a public place.” The sobriety of her words hit us.

  Ramon collapsed on the bed and put his head in his hands.

  I felt horrible for him. Even though people across the world had practically seen me naked in my barely there swimsuits and topless shoots, I felt even more concerned for Ramon. Football was his life. Football wasn’t just a career, it was in his blood; it was in every breath. It was the the very fibers of his DNA.

  “Look, you didn’t commit a crime or anything. You two thought you were alone, if that’s any condolence.”

  He lifted his eyes up with dread. I knew what he was thinking: we’d smoked that joint. But maybe no one had caught that part. That was after all in the very beginning stages.

  “We’ll get this situated. That is what I am hired for. And that is what your publicist will do.”

  “I haven’t hired one yet. I still have to make in the league.”

  “You will, Ramon. Don’t worry. You’re the hardest working man I know.”

  “Yeah, but they frown on stuff like this.”
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  “We can spin it. Okay? It’s not like you two were like partying it up or anything. It was a private date. Sort of. They can’t frown upon romance. They frown upon beating up women.”

  He groaned and rolled his head into his hands again.

  “Look, I promise I can help you.”

  “I barely have any money for that. I’m still a college student.”

  “Ramon, I know in my gut you’re going to be an excellent addition to the NFL. I watch ESPN and SportsCenter. Everyone knows how dedicated you are to the craft. I’ve never even seen one party story come out about you. All of your interviews make it clear that you lived with your coach in the summer and go to bed at 9 pm every night like J.J. Watt.”

  “That’s true. But this…this is career suicide. Fuck.”

  “Ramon, look at me.”

  He lifted his weary, worried eyes and I instantly wanted to comfort him and make him feel better. I didn’t even worry about my own self at that moment.

  “We’ll get through this I promise. Don’t worry about the finances. You’re going to be make millions in a very short amount of time.”

  “I hoped to. Now I don’t fucking know. Shit! Image is everything. You saw what happened with Johnny.”

  “First of all, that is completely different. He was the subject of press stories for other reasons. Second of all, for what its’ worth…I know I shouldn’t be saying this but um, you two were pretty hot together.” She blushed. “I think there’s potential between you two as a great team.”

  “For what? Porno movies?” I retorted sarcastically.

  “I’m thinking. But no, definitely not that. Look, just stay in here today. Don’t leave this room. There are reporters and paparazzi down below. Let me clear this up as best as I can right now. Just have room service and chill.”

  “But my shoot?”

  “Let me handle it.”

  “And one more thing, phones please.” She held her hand out. I groaned. Oh, I really, really, really didn’t want to hand over my phone. Not at all.

  “What if someone’s trying to get ahold of me?”

  “Don’t worry about your parents. It’s a normal concern.”