Every word he said made me melt a little more. I could feel a river of arousal flowing within me as he talked about caring for an infant. He was everything I had thought he was and more.
He kept talking, almost to himself now. “Audrey will be able to find a real husband, while Ryan will probably end up as a trucker or a night manager at Walmart or-”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I commanded. I needed him, especially now. I leaned up and put my hand behind his neck, pulling him in.
He kissed me back, then pulled away. “And furthermore-”
I didn't let him even start. I just kept kissing him. I couldn't get over what he had just said. He was caring for a child that wasn't his because it was the right thing to do. Even though he could be a total ass, he was a good man.
We started to walk toward the bedroom. I didn't feel like I was at my freshest, when an idea struck me. “I was promised a shower.”
He smiled. “I did promise a shower.”
We changed course, shuffling toward the master bathroom as we kept kissing. It was hard not to giggle, but I was too excited by his kisses to think of how silly we must have looked. He reached past me and opened the door to his shower.
I loved this shower. It was big and luxurious, even if he kept it a bit spartan.
He backed away from me and started to unbutton his shirt. “What, you're not going to tear it off this time?” I asked.
He tore the last little bit off, the buttons skittering across the tile floor. “Happy now?”
“Well, there is one more thing.” I spied his shaving cream on the sink and picked it up. Quickly, I sprayed a big circle on his mirror with it, then put a smiley face inside it. “Now, I'm happy.”
He rolled his eyes and advanced on me. “You know I'll have to get you back for that.”
“I'm counting on it.”
He put his fingers under the bottom of my halter top, lifting it up as I raised my arms. I unbuttoned my own jeans as he slid his own slacks down. It was difficult not to jump on him and just take every inch of his body into mine as I watched his rippling muscles move as he continued to disrobe.
I moved over to his huge shower and turned it on. The tiles were still cold, and steam was barely starting to collect on the installed shaving mirror. I looked back at him and gestured, inviting him to come in.
“The water looks too hot, test it out first.”
I frowned slightly, but turned and stuck my hand in the water to test it out. Maybe it was a little hot, but...
*SMACK*
I spun around quickly, putting my hands on my stinging ass. There was that smirk again, showing off how cocky he was. “Now we're even.”
“You...!” I screamed, unable to even form the words. Instead, I just jumped on him, wrapping my legs around him as he moved his hands under my sore ass cheeks. He walked toward the water, looking into my eyes as he walked. He stepped into the shower and closed the door. This was heaven. I was ready for my shower with James. I had always been ready for my shower with James.
He set me down, then started to drop to his knees. I thought he was going to dive right into my pussy, and I opened my mouth in anticipation of the moan that would soon come from me. However, he worked his way around to my backside. “Let me kiss it and make it better,” he said.
I grinned as I turned toward the wall, putting my hands on the tile and pressing against it. The cold stonework was warming under the heat of the spray and now my skin. His lips met the spot where his palm had slapped and a red spot was probably already forming. The kisses were gentle and tender, feeling fantastic against the sensitive skin there. If I could get this every time I got a spanking, I could get used to it. I might even ask for more.
His kisses worked their way up to my lower back, and kept going up my spine. I shivered, and his fingers lingered on my hips, grasping me and keeping me in place as he slowly kissed upward. When he got to my upper back, they shifted around to my belly, and I gasped. I thought of him caring for Audrey's baby in every way that he could, and how he would care for the baby in my belly, and I just wanted more of him.
As he stood to his full height, his fingers moved their way up to the sides of my breasts, then up my arms to my shoulders. I shook out my hair and he caught the soft tresses in his hands. He ran his fingers through my hair, which I hadn't got wet yet, and I moaned. James began to cup his hand in the water, bringing handfuls of water to my hair and gently soaking me.
“This hair is so fantastic, Allie,” he said. I could hear him start to breath heavily, and suddenly I felt his hard cock brush against my ass cheek as he moved. I gasped. The level of want in my core was quickly raising to an uncontrollable level.
“Here, let me get it wet for you,” I said. I leaned all the way into the water, allowing the water to saturate my hair. His hands began to knead through my hair, getting water onto every strand. I couldn't stop the little whimper of pleasure that escaped from my lips. It felt so good to be touched like that.
He reached for a bottle on the wall. As he popped it, I smelled a fruity smell. I opened one eye and peered over at him.“You keep women's shampoo in your shower?”
He put a dollop of the shampoo in his hand, then held still. “Do you remember when I said that I would bring cute little blondes home and make them do whatever I want, imagining it was you?”
I looked back at him. I didn't really want to talk about his past lovers, but I nodded my head anyway.
“You weren't worried about the things I would ask them to do? What if I tied them to the bed? What if I made them call me Daddy? What if I made them have threesomes with me?”
I shrugged as I looked back at him. “I would do all of those things for you... Daddy.” I said it with just a hint of teasing in my voice.
He rolled his eyes. “I did not make them call me Daddy. But, I did make them take showers with me.” He stepped forward and began to rub the shampoo into my scalp. His fingers were strong and sure, just like he was. “I washed their hair, ran my fingers through their beautiful golden locks, and every time I imagined that you were here, moaning as I washed your hair.”
I moaned softly and closed my eyes as his hands ran roughly through my hair. He worked the long blonde hair, taking his time. Every once in a while his fingers would catch a snag, pulling me slightly and making me gasp. But after far too short a time, his expert hands had every kink worked out. He spent untold minutes just running his fingers through my hair, touching every strand. I never wanted it to end.
I was drifting off into a pleasurable haze, his fingers and the hot water drawing me into heaven. He put his hand in my hair and made a fist, paralyzing me. “You have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this,” he said, pushing me harder against the shower wall. He was breathing hard, and I could feel his cock, harder than I had ever felt it before, behind me. I got up on my tiptoes, practically begging him to enter me.
Instead, he reached around my body, touching my clit. My knees immediately began to shake as he expertly did the two-finger swirl, sending waves of pleasure through my body with every drop of water that ran off his fingers. “Come for me,” he commanded me. “I want you to come. I want you to remember this experience every time you take a shower from now on.”
“Oh, God,” I whispered. I pressed even harder against the wall of the shower as I felt his cock move between my ass cheeks. He gripped my hair even tighter, causing a contraction to run through me as I grimaced from both the pain and the intense pleasure.
As the head of his cock ran against my pucker, I thought that, if he just asked, I would let him take me there. However, I breathed a sigh of relief as he kept moving, finally pressing his cock against my entrance. He stopped there, right at the precipice. “Come for me,” he again demanded.
“I'm coming!” I screamed as my legs buckled. He practically growled in my ear as his cock pressed into me, sliding into my wet pussy. I'll never forget how full I felt as I contracted on his cock. My eyes rolled back into my head
as my body shimmied and shook with sheer wonder. He stopped moving his fingers on my clit and caught me by my hips, holding me against the tile wall as he began to piston inside of me.
The tile was still cold against my skin, and it took me a moment to realign myself after coming off such a powerful orgasm. I managed to straighten myself back up, getting back on my tiptoes so he could go deeper inside of me. Every stroke was better than the last. I arched my back, giving him access to every inch and needing him to fill me completely as only he could.
His breathing intensified behind me, his lust taking over, and I surrendered completely to him. He moved his hand back to my hair, pulling it gently and sending more waves of pleasure through my body. I moved my own hand to his face, touching him as he fucked me from behind. I couldn't see him, but I knew the look of total concentration and desire that had to be filling his face.
His other hand moved from my hip to my belly. “This is such a fucking sexy tummy,” he said in my ear through gritted teeth. I nearly came right then, just from that. My own hand moved to my tummy, moving over his hand and pressing it into me. His baby was inside there, growing as we became one here in the shower. Just thinking about how good a father James was going to be made me start to feel the heat rise within me again.
My pussy tightened, aching to feel his release. I writhed with uncontrollable lust, needing his release to satiate my own. His fingers tightened in my hair and his hips thrust harder against my ass. I knew that he was going to come and I craved it like oxygen. When his fist tightened in my hair again, I felt my body tighten. I couldn't stop my body from responding to his and needing his release. “Come in me, James. Come in my pussy.”
James began to grunt, an animal sound that turned me on every time I heard it. It was primal and urgent, and full of a need that only I could give him. My jaw opened in a wordless scream as I found my release through him. My orgasm hit before his did, and with it, my ears began to ring. Soon I could hear nothing but the water all around me and the muffled sounds of James grunts, and they were getting louder.
Suddenly, he stopped thrusting, but pulled my hair back hard. I cried out, lost to my pleasure and the new pike of pain. I was looking at the ceiling when I felt the first splash of his semen splash against the inside of my body. I felt it again, and again, and again. With every thrust, he shot inside of me with a powerful stream of his cum. I moaned as I felt the heat of it begin to spread through my vagina, my womb, my entire core. I imagined ropes of white working their way deeper and deeper, filling me in the most primal of ways. And still, he kept thrusting, pushing more of that seed within me.
I felt him desperately try to push into me, giving me more, more of what I needed. I worked my own muscles, milking him as he kept thrusting. I wanted every bit of that cum, every sperm from his balls.
In a few moments, he let go of my hair. My scalp tingled, but it felt wonderful at the same time. I loved that he had controlled me, putting me right where it felt best for him. I loved it. Loved knowing that I had given him such immense pleasure that he couldn't control himself. My cocky, self-assured stepbrother couldn't control himself around me and I loved it.
I could feel him softening, but he stayed within me for the moment. I didn't ever want him to leave. He felt right. We were one and that was where we were supposed to be. He began to run his fingers through my hair again, this time more intimate, more loving. I could let him do this to me all day.
He slid out of me and I moaned. Without him, I felt empty. I knew the feeling would pass, but at least I knew I had a permanent part of him inside of me now.
“That was fantastic,” he groaned, finally letting me move away from the wall.
I turned around and let the water hit my breasts. It felt hot after the slick cool of the tile. I wanted to keep his seed inside of me, but I could feel that he had really filled me up. I'd be dripping for the rest of the night if I didn't wash myself. I rubbed myself while he watched. His eyes were soft as he looked on with only a little remorse as his white fluids ran down the drain.
“Damn, James. There's a lot in here.” I wasn't about to tell him how much I liked that or how incredibly hot I found it.
He was still breathing hard as he watched me. “Well, I haven't had a lot of opportunity for release in the past couple weeks. Believe it or not, my friend's mom didn't put out.”
I laughed at that. When last we had met up, I actually had got a little jealous that he had a date for a social event, even if she was the same age as Nancy. Still, for him to make a joke about it really did put my mind at ease.
“Are you telling me that you didn't jerk off at all?” I asked. I stopped washing and looked over at him, unsure if any man could keep it that long.
He held up three fingers. “Scout's honor.”
“You weren't a scout, though.”
He laughed. “You caught me. I jerked off only twice.”
I shrugged, pretending to be non-impressed. Of course, it was fewer times than I had jerked off. “And you didn't think of Nicole at all?”
“Hey, now, I didn't say that.”
My jaw dropped. “You are such a jerk! I thought you didn't like her.”
He shrugged. “I didn't say that, I just said that I liked you better. And you are much sexier.”
I blushed a little at that, but still narrowed my eyes at him. “Good answer.”
“Good recovery by me. And, hopefully, this will recover soon, too.” He gestured down to his dick and I laughed. He was such the charmer.“We should get out of the shower, though.”
“Okay... Daddy,” I said, again mocking him a little bit. He deserved it and more. I turned to step out the shower door...
*SMACK*
I screamed just as I loud and high pitched as the last time, then turned to him. Once again, he had that cocky look on his face. “Quit spanking me!” I yelled.
“Quit having such a spankable ass,” he countered.
“I can't help it!” I said, then grinning, wrapped a towel around myself.
***
We spent the rest of the night curled up in bed. I was the little spoon to his big spoon, and I felt so incredibly safe and warm in his arms. When he got hard again, he began to writhe against me, but I felt so tired, and also felt so incredibly good in his arms, that I told him that we could do it in the morning. He never stopped writhing against me but we stayed that way for the rest of the night, just snuggled against each other in a never-ending moment of happiness.
Chapter Eight
The next morning, I woke up with him still curled around me. It was rare for me to wake up before him, even when we were in high school, so I just relished it.
It didn't last too long. He groaned happily and kissed me on my ear. I could feel him getting hard behind me again, and this time I would be ready for him. He wrapped his hand around my body, touching my belly. I moaned happily at the sensation on my tummy, but it reminded me of a different sensation. One that had to be taken care of before I'd truly enjoy myself. “Hold up. I have to pee.”
Instantly, he leaped out of bed. “Me, first!” he yelled.
“No fair!” I cried, turning over and looking at him.
“Fair! Also, I'll be a couple minutes,” he said, closing the door behind him.
What a jerk, I thought for the millionth time about James. I laid there for a second, looking for something to distract me and wishing I had the desire to go find another bathroom. I could wait. I saw his laptop sitting on his desk. I decided I could check myFace and my email real quick, figuring that if our places were reversed, the jerk wouldn't even hesitate to use my computer. I wouldn't even post anything mean on his myFace, even though I would have access. He wouldn't do that for me.
There was a screen saver up, but it wasn't password protected. I jumped on my email real quick. Nothing major, just a couple projects that got updated at school. Suddenly, a pop-up notification from myFace chat appeared in the lower right part of the screen.
Nicole say
s: good morning. thinkin about u
I couldn't help but click on it. I wished I hadn't. In the chat box was a two-week long conversation, dating back to the day that he got back from New York. The messages were about 90% from Nicole, with James usually responding back very briefly. Every time she asked when he'd be back in town, he had said that he didn't think he was coming back to New York any time soon. Still the disturbing part wasn't the text, it was the pictures.
Nicole says: how do you like my new pants? (attached was a picture of her with a pair of tight jeans on and no top, just her breasts exposed for him to see)
Nicole says: do u like my piercing? (attached was a picture of her pulling up her t-shirt, exposing her belly button ring to him with the curves of the bottom of her breast painfully apparent)
Nicole says: like what u see, daddy? (attached was a picture of her laying on her bed naked, her pussy spread for him
There were several more just like that. One every day or so. Every response from James was noncommittal, but one thing I never saw him write was for her to stop sending them.
“What do you think you're doing?” a voice asked from the direction of the bathroom.
I turned to him. A look of fury was on his face. I gestured to the computer. “Me? What do you think you're doing?”
He stormed over to where I sat and slammed the lid down on the laptop, hard enough that I would have worried about him breaking the screen if he wasn't a billionaire. “I'm not doing anything. Your nympho roommate is the one sending pictures.”
I shouldn't have been angry with him, because he didn't send back anything more than practically grunts. I shouldn't have been angry with Nicole, because for all she knew, he was single and very aroused by her. Still, that would have been rational. And right now, I felt anything but rational.
“I didn't see you asking her to stop,” I said.
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