Stepbrother With Benefits 2

by Clark, Mia

  More. I pull him onto me, pull his face against me. He gives in to me willingly, following me, pleasuring me.

  I like that. I... I don't want to think about this right now, but if I did something like that to Jake, he would yell at me. He'd pull my hands away and look at me with anger and annoyance, and he'd yell at me and ask me what do I think I'm doing.

  Ethan would never do that. Not like that, never like that. Ethan knows. He understands. Ethan is the epitome of "in the moment" and when someone acts in the moment with another person who is also acting in the moment, it's a thing of beauty. It's natural and primal, but amazing and artistic, too. This is us. This is our sexual creativity, our instinctive artistry, and it makes us beautiful and special.

  We're beautiful and special when we're together.

  My orgasm calms, almost fading, but Ethan refuses to give up. For a little while, at least. I think he's going to keep going, and I think I'm about to give in to him and ask him to stop, to come up here, to take me, but...

  "Fuck it," he says. He stops, then leaps onto the table, crawling on hands and knees above me. He grabs my thighs again and pulls them apart, taking a firm spot between my legs.

  When did he...?

  Fast. He's very fast. Sometime after he said "Fuck it," between then and climbing atop the pool table, climbing between my legs, Ethan removed his pants. He lets go of my legs and grabs the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. He flings it to the ground, leaving himself naked in front of me. His cock bobs and bounces, tapping against my pubis and the bottom of my stomach.

  Ethan is very erect. Very very erect. Hard. I want him inside me so badly, but...

  He manages to hold off. I can see it in his eyes. There's need and lust there, a fierce glimmer of sexuality. He leans over me, hands grabbing at my tanktop. His cock lodges between us, trapped between my stomach and his, throbbing and pulsing like some living beast. That's what Ethan is, I think. A beast. Some sort of sex-crazed animal.

  My mind floats to the story of Beauty and the Beast. I don't know if that fits. It probably doesn't. I'm not sure what I'm doing or why I'm thinking this. I don't have time to think about it for long.

  Ethan pulls me up and rips off my shirt, tossing it away. He stares down at me, hard, eyes drinking in all of me. Pulling himself back up, admiring my body, he grabs both of my breasts, one in each hand, and squeezes them roughly.

  "Give in, Princess," he says. "Do it. I want you to grab my cock and guide me inside of you. Don't make this any more difficult than it has to be."

  This is it. Our game. He wants me to give in, even though I think he wants to give in, too. Why? To keep control, I think. And if I'm being honest, I want nothing more than to do exactly what he says, but...

  No, I don't want to lose this game. I think I can win it. Maybe. I'm not sure yet.

  I shake my head and bite my lip. No.

  He glares at me, huffing, nose flaring. "Little Miss Fucking Perfect thinks she can beat me at my own game? What a fucking joke. I can tell you want this, Princess. You're wetter than a fucking underwater waterfall."

  It's hot. And funny. I don't mean to, but I laugh. "Underwater waterfall?" I ask, giggling.

  He softens, smirking at me. "This isn't funny," he says. "I want to fuck you, but you won't give in. Come on, just reach down and grab my cock. It's easy. I won't think any less of you, Princess."

  I shake my head again, no. "I'm a good girl, Ethan."

  He roars with laughter. "Oh yeah? I'm not so sure about that. I don't think a good girl would end up naked on a pool table while letting her stepbrother devour the shit out of her perfect little pussy, do you?"

  "No," I say, agreeing. "I think you're forgetting something, though. One of the virtues of a good girl is that we're patient. It's like how they say nice guys finish last? Well, I think we both know who the nice one is here."

  "Holy fuck," Ethan says, grinning. "Holy fucking fuck. Wow. I can't even believe this."

  I smile. "I'll give in if you kiss me," I say.

  "I'll kiss you when you give in," he counters.

  We are, it seems, at an impasse.

  Or not.

  Ethan has an idea, apparently. It turns out to be a very good idea. He's smart when he wants to be.

  He lets go of one of my breasts and grabs my hand. I don't fight at first, because I'm not sure what he's doing, but when he wraps my fingers around his cock, I understand. I try to pull away, try to fight against him, but he wraps his fingers around mine, keeping me holding onto his erection.

  "Ethan!" I shout at him, but I can't help but laugh, too.

  "Yeah?" he says. "What's up, Princess?"

  "This isn't fair. You're forcing me."

  "Life's not fair, Princess," he says. "Get over it."

  I laugh and squirm and try to free myself from him, but he's too strong and I'm trapped beneath him. He makes me guide his cock towards my sex. I can feel him, feel the head of his erection poking and prodding and...

  He's in. As soon as he is, he lets me go. Sort of. He grabs my wrist and pins it above my head, then he slams hard into me and crashes down atop me. His lips meet mine just as his cock thrusts all the way inside of me. Oh my God, so good, so...

  So much. So full. And his lips are so rough, but so passionate. I kiss him and my fingers clench and grab at air, my hand trapped in his wrist, begging to be free so I can...

  My other hand. It's free, isn't it? Yes. I grab him, his back, rake my nails into his taut muscles and soft skin. It's gentle and rough, just like him, just like Ethan.

  Ethan Colton, my stepbrother, who is currently pounding hard into me, ramming his thick cock inside my tight pussy. If I thought the pool balls tucked away in their pockets were rattling before from my trembling orgasm, well...

  The cacophony of sound from the pool table is deafening, but I can barely even hear it over the sound of flesh against flesh, Ethan's hard cock pounding into my bare pussy.

  It is nice, I realize. Just like he said. Both of us, Shaved and shaved, slick and smooth, nothing to stop us, nothing to get in the way. It's just him and I, our bodies perfect together, our mutual lust combined into one powerful, awe-inspiring, orgasmic existence.

  I fade. I lose. This game is over. I think we're both winners, though.

  Ethan roars out his triumph, grunting and thrusting and pounding. He pushes hard all the way inside of me and I can feel his cock twitching and pulsing, ready to fill me to the brim. I feel myself, too, just on the edge, just one little push. As soon as he cums, he sends me over the precipice of pleasure, my climax complete.

  I clutch and squeeze and grab at him. Inside, my inner walls grip his cock tight, begging him for more. Outside, my lips frantically kiss at his, needing and wanting everything, all of him. He still keeps my one hand pinned above my head, but with my other I trace red, ragged lines in his back with my nails, over and over, digging into his skin.

  Ethan pulls out slightly, then pounds hard back in. He holds himself there, cock twitching, still cumming, then out, a little, inch by inch, and he slams back in again.

  "Fuck. You. Are. So. Fucking. Fuck," he says. I have no idea what this means but I love it and I laugh and smile and kiss him and revel in our mutual orgasms together.

  "Mine," he growls in between kissing me. I nip at his lower lip, which makes him grin. "You're mine, Princess. Your pussy is fucking god-like. I don't even want to pull out ever. I want to fall asleep inside you, like a goddamn fucking pillow for my cock."

  I suck his lip into my mouth even more and bite down a little harder, smiling at him.

  "You have fun?" he asks, his words coming out funny with his lip in my mouth. "I took your oral virginity. How was that?"

  I let go of his lip and smile and kiss him. "Good," I say. "No, it was great. Ethan, it was amazing. Is that how it always is?"

  "Nah," he says, cocksure and confident. "I'm just really fucking good."

  "You are," I say. "I liked it a lot."

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sp; "Oh yeah? Don't worry, there's more where that came from. A lot more."

  "Oh?" I ask, coy. "Like what?"

  "Like what? Holy fuck, you're insatiable, aren't you? I'm going to turn you into some kind of sex freak or something. Maybe we should stop. I don't want to be responsible for something like that."

  He says this, but he grins, too. I pout and shake my head.

  "No," I say. "We can't stop. I don't want to."

  "No?"

  "No!"

  "Well, you're in luck. I'm making another rule," he says, but then he pauses.

  I give him a funny look, but he doesn't say anything for a few more seconds.

  "Ashley, what the fuck rule are we on now? I can't keep up with this. We need to write this shit down or something."

  I laugh and lean up to kiss him. "Eleven," I tell him. "The last one was ten."

  "Got it. Good. Rule number eleven, then. Here it is. You ready?"

  I nod. I'm ready. I'm more than ready. I think this will be a good rule.

  "Rule number eleven is that I'm going to eat your sweet fucking pussy at least once a day. At least. Maybe twice. Three times. All fucking day. What are you doing tomorrow? You free? Let's just stay in bed all day and fuck. What do you think?"

  "All day?" I ask, eyes wide. Is that even possible?

  "You don't think I can do it?" he asks.

  I shake my head, no. I don't want to talk right now. I just want to listen to Ethan talk. I like everything he says. He's fun.

  "Listen, let's just be straight with each other here," he says. "Since this morning I've had a constant hard-on, and it's because of you. Even after we had sex, I wanted to have sex again. And right now, I'm pretty sure if you give me a couple of minutes I'll be good to go again for an hour, so... yeah, all fucking day. You're so fucking... Ashley, seriously, fuck, you're perfect, I don't even..."

  He stops. I loved every word he said, loved hearing it straight from him, because it's how I feel, too, but...

  I think we're going too far. Maybe. I don't understand this. I don't know what we're doing anymore. I'm not sure what we've started, and I know we're supposed to finish it... in a week... but I don't know how.

  This is why he leaves every girl, isn't it?

  I don't want to think about that right now. I know it's impossible, especially for us, and that's why we have these rules. That's why we've come to this agreement. It's fine. I understand it.

  Logically I do. Emotionally, I don't. I'm just going to have to get over that one.

  I sneak up and kiss him quick. "I'm hungry," I say.

  "Oh yeah?" he asks. "Hungry for what? My cock?"

  "Mhm," I murmur. "But maybe also french fries?" I add.

  "Fuck, that sounds good," he says. "You ever go to that place, uh... what the fuck is it called? You probably did. Everyone did after high school. Was a great place to hang out and get something to eat, go on dates or whatever, play arcade games with friends. I wonder if everything's still the same. It wasn't that long ago, huh?"

  "Albertson's," I say. "I went a couple of times with some friends, but I usually came home right after school."

  "Yeah," he says. "I get it. Homework. Maybe I should have done that a little more often, too."

  I laugh. "Are you regretting not doing homework? Really?"

  "Nah," he says. "Homework sucked. Maybe if I had a cute study partner to help me out it would have been better."

  "You could have asked me," I say. "I would have helped you."

  "Oh yeah?"

  "Mhm."

  "I would've corrupted you," he says, grinning. "It never would have worked out."

  Maybe, I think, but I don't say this, I just smile at him. Maybe you would have, Ethan, and maybe I would have enjoyed it...

  A Note from Mia

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  The second book! Yay.

  I had a lot of fun with this one. I love the cute and playful parts between Ashley and Ethan, haha. They're interesting, and I think the conflict between their two personalities is intense and exciting! And maybe a little arousing, too... very heated.

  If I had to pick, I would say that the part I liked writing about the most was the forbidden lovers themes. I also wanted to show some change going on, too. Relationships are exciting when they're new, but how can you build up a relationship when you know it's going to end?

  There's so much going on behind the scenes with these two that it gets a little crazy. Years of build up and maybe some sexual tension has brought us to this point, and now we're seeing it boil over and create some erotic chaos.

  Also, it's just fun! I think Ashley and Ethan can both teach each other a lot of stuff.

  Just for a week, though, right? Hmmm...

  Should they stay together longer? I don't know. They might drive each other crazy. They might drive each other crazy if they don't stay together also, though. This is tough decision.

  Well, what do you think? Can they be friends after this? I'm not too sure about that one.

  If you liked this story, I hope you'll rate it and review it, too! Let me know what you thought about the forbidden lovers part. How about Ethan's bad boy ways? He's got some interesting ideas, even if he tends to use them for sexual purposes. How about Ashley? Should she have been so rough on Julia? Do you think she's going to end up telling her friend? Eek.

  I hope you're liking this series so far, though. There's more to come, don't worry!

  Thanks for reading, and I'll see you soon! (next book!)

  ~Mia

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  Mia likes to have fun in all aspects of her life. Whether she's out enjoying the beautiful weather or spending time at home reading a book, a smile is never far from her face. She's prone to randomly laughing at nothing in particular except for whatever idea amuses her at any given moment.

  Sometimes you just need to enjoy life, right?

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