Stepbrother Obsessed

by Devon Hartford

  He holds up his palm, “High five.”

  I smack his hand with mine. “Yes!”

  “See? Once you were relaxed, you saw your mistake right away.”

  “I did,” I grin.

  “Do you still feel like math is an epic pain in the ass?”

  “Not with an ass doctor like you!” I giggle.

  “Okay, now you seriously need a study break.”

  Chapter 5

  “This way,” I giggle as I lead Dante down the stairs to the lower level of the library.

  There are a bunch of meeting rooms down here. Some nights they’re in use. Tonight, they’re all empty. I try several doors before I find one that’s unlocked. I pull it open. “It’s dark,” I whisper. “Come on.” I pull Dante by the hand into the meeting room.

  Dante flips on the lights, revealing a bunch of tables arranged in a big square in the middle of the room. Dozens of chairs are pushed under the tables.

  I pull the door closed behind us. I look for a lock on the doorknob, but it’s just one of those push bars. Oh well. It’s not like anyone is gonna come in here at this hour. I flip the lights off, “We don’t need lights.” It is now pitch black. “I can’t see anything. Where’d you go!” I feel around in the air for Dante. I can’t even see my fingers.

  “This is my kind of study break,” Dante growls in my ear, startling me.

  “Time for Sex Ed?” I whisper. I gasp when he grabs me abruptly and spins me up against the wall. In the darkness, the sudden motion makes me feel dizzy and off balance. Or that could just be Dante. He does have that affect on me. His hot body presses up against mine, trapping me inside his hard arms. I can’t go anywhere unless he lets me. Heat pours off of him. His musky scent invades me, going straight to my core. Something about not being able to see heightens my sense of smell. I’m overwhelmed by his scent. I inhale deeply and I swear it makes my breasts tingle as my ribs expand. “Dante,” I sigh.

  His hot mouth melts into mine and my knees nearly buckle, but he holds me up by forcing himself between my legs. It’s like we’re picking up exactly where we left off when Catarina showed up at the house earlier.

  “I’ve been thinking about this for hours,” he hisses. His manhood strains against me. Too bad his jeans are in the way.

  I jam my fingers between us, trying to undo his buckle.

  “No,” he grunts.

  “What?” Did I do something wrong?

  “Now it’s my turn.” Hard hands grab my ass and he lifts me up by the butt and spins us again. He walks us away from the wall.

  I float in the darkness. I have no idea what’s going on. I hear the clatter of metal meeting room chairs. What’s he doing? Suddenly I’m tipping back like I’m falling and I gasp. A powerful hand presses against my spine, supporting me. I relax against his arm as he lowers me gently onto one of the tables. The surface is hard, but I don’t mind. I’m now on my back and my legs hang over the edge. My legs are too short to touch the floor. Before I can adjust them, his hands hook under my knees and pushes them toward my chest, opening me up. Although I’m wearing panties and cotton shorts, I know that I’m completely wet and fully exposed to this man. I gasp again.

  “Do you want this?” he growls harshly.

  I’m suddenly nervous. I’m not even sure how I feel about this. “Umm…” A second later, I feel my legs lowered slowly to the floor. It’s dark and I can’t see him. Based on his tone of voice, I imagine him looking brooding and angry. I’m a little bit scared. “Dante?” I reach out for him with my hands, waving them through the air, trying to find him. “Where’d you go?” I whisper.

  My fingers brush against something and I feel his large hands close gently over mine. They are warm and comforting, despite their strength. Lips brush my palms and I shiver with pleasure.

  “Do you want this?” he whispers, this time with compassion and concern.

  “Want what?” I’m afraid to say yes, but I’m not ready to say no.

  “I want to touch you, Skye. I want to drive you wild. I want to teach you things about your body that you never knew. I want to make you come so hard that you lose your mind. But only if you say yes.”

  I’ve never had a guy ask me anything like this. They’re usually just pushy. It’s all about them. For the first time ever, I feel like it’s all about me. I’m so touched, I can’t even speak.

  “Skye, just give me the word and I will turn on the lights, open the door for you like a gentleman, and we’ll go back to studying math like this never happened. It’s totally up to you. Whatever you decide, we’ll still be friends, and I’ll still be your new stepbrother. The choice is yours.”

  Oh, gawd. What the hell am I supposed to say? And did he have to remind me he’s my stepbrother? I mean, we’re not related by blood. But come on! This is insane. It’s also what I want. I want this. For me. I want to take this risk. No matter how crazy it is. “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Yes what?” He sounds pleased.

  “Yes, you can do whatever you want. Just, uh, nothing with my butt. No ass doctoring. Okay?”

  He chuckles. “Okay. Fair enough. No ass doctoring. We’ll save that subject for later.”

  “Thank you,” I half giggle.

  “Okay. One more time. Are you saying yes?”

  I roll my eyes in the darkness, even though he can’t see me. “Yes. Go nuts. Err, I mean—” I gasp again as he picks up my knees and forces them to my chest once again. I almost yelp, but hold it in. I trust him. I don’t know why, but I do. I am wide open to him. Sure, my shorts and panties are in the way, but I’ve never been man handled like this. With Dante doing it, I’m enjoying every second of it.

  When it comes to sex in public places, I never fantasized about the local library. I always thought about parks or beaches with picnic blankets or sleeping bags. Not stacks of books or empty meeting rooms. Turns out the library is a huge turn on. I guess all those sexy librarians know what they’re talking about.

  Something presses against my folds through the material of my shorts and panties. I am definitely wet. Both his hands hold my knees, so I’m not really sure where his third arm came from. Is he using his chin or his, um, third arm? I don’t know, but I like it. Electric thrills sparkle up my stomach. His chin or whatever makes slow gentle circles, massaging my core expertly. Every circle releases a spiral of pleasure that corkscrews outward in every direction, tingling my toes all the way to my nipples and up to my scalp. I’ve never been this incredibly turned on. I didn’t know it was possible to be this turned on. Wow.

  Strong hands slide down my hamstrings. Thumbs massage my inner thighs, slipping into the legs of my shorts.

  Oh, wow. Here come his hands…

  Thumbs pry their way under my cotton panties and stroke my lips. In the darkness, I hear the minute pops and clicks of my wetness. Holy cow, I’m soaked. I want this to go on forever.

  Shoulders or chest muscles press into the backs of my knees, opening me up wider. I’m pretty flexible, so my knees go up to my chest. I feel like my womanhood is front and center for Dante’s—

  Oh!

  Something warm slides up my crease, teasing right across my exposed clit. Shiver. “Ohhh… Dante.” What is it? His thumb? I’m not sure. I hope it’s his thumb…

  This feels way too good.

  I’ve masturbated plenty of times, but this is a million times better.

  His thumb or whatever arcs up and down across my clit.

  Fuck.

  He eases up on the backs of my knees with his shoulders and lowers himself until he’s probably down on his knees. My legs rest on top of his shoulders. I feel heat blow across my center. A hand hooks my panties and shorts to the side and more heat wafts across my hot wet center. I feel like a hot tart or some other kind of steamy sweet dessert with a juicy center. I’m about to giggle when electric sex spears my clit.

  Tongue.

  That is most definitely tongue.

  It works a circle that spins my head faster than a sp
inner ride at an amusement park. I start to quiver on the table top. Every muscle in my body spasms like I’m having some sort of a seizure. I’ve never had a guy go down on me before. To tell the truth, I’ve never really wanted any of the guys I’ve been with to do it. The idea made me nervous. I’m not nervous now. All I want is more of the head heroin that Dante is giving me. Chills and heat waves criss cross their way through my nervous system. I feel an orgasm begin to build.

  He continues to lick with hot need, his entire tongue tickling every millimeter of my feminine flesh.

  The orgasm starts to tighten with familiar force. Just when I think it’s about to release, it doesn’t.

  Wait, what?

  I thought I just came, but the pleasure is still building.

  Muscles deep inside me clamp down again as his tongue assaults me.

  Oh, gawd.

  It keeps getting better.

  He hasn’t even put fingers inside me.

  Just tongue.

  His incredible tongue.

  Another orgasmic wave whips through me.

  Oh my god. With tongues like this, who needs dicks?

  Circles, circles, circles…

  Pleasure, pleasure, more pleasure…

  His dizzying tongue is making magic between my legs.

  “Oh, god, Dante, that feels… oh! Dante! Dante!!”

  A delicious bubble inflates inside my chest and pushes pleasure sensations out of every pour in my body. I tingle from head to toe as every muscle in my belly suddenly locks tight, pulling all of that pleasure back into me, concentrating every bit of it between my legs.

  Everything has become tongue and come.

  My clit is arcing with a billion volts of electricity. A sizzling current of pleasure crackles through my veins.

  And then he’s inside me, filling me up. It’s the most perfect sensation I’ve ever felt. It’s the only sensation I ever want to feel again.

  Him inside me.

  Is he wearing a condom? I don’t know, I don’t care, because this is right. I can’t explain it, but my body tells me this is the exact thing I’ve wanted since I started noticing boys.

  This.

  Only this.

  And that sends me over the edge.

  I am coming harder than I ever thought possible. My eyes clamp shut and my mouth gapes in a silent scream. We are in the library, after all. A tiny squeak peeps from my throat. Actually, I don’t think I can scream. Every muscle in my body is locked up with orgasmic spasms.

  Just when I think I’m going to have a stroke—

  Release.

  Liquid warmth washes over me as every muscle in my body suddenly relaxes.

  Release.

  I drown in the pleasure that floods out from between my legs.

  oOoOoOo + O+O+O+O

  I heave heavily, inhaling and exhaling as the orgasm fades into the darkness of the nearly empty library meeting room.

  I just came at the library. Put that on your bucket list!

  Holy WOW!!

  “Dante,” I sigh, “That was, that was… I don’t know what that was. Wow.”

  “You like?” His finger skims up and down along my slit. It’s just hard enough to tickle, but light enough that I’m not sucked back into another orgasmic tunnel of semi-consciousness.

  “Oh, fuck. Yeah, I like. What were you doing down there?”

  “I’ll give you one guess,” he chuckles confidently.

  Now that I’m coming down from coming, I avoid the obvious. I’m not quite ready to think about the ramifications of any unprotected ramming that just happened. I joke, “Yeah, yeah. But are you sure you didn’t have help from like six vibrators or something? That was incredible.”

  “I know.”

  “You are such a cocky bastard, aren’t you?”

  “Want to check for yourself?”

  I glance down between my legs, “I can’t see anything. It’s too dark.”

  “Feel. Give me your hand.”

  “I don’t want to poke your eye out with my finger.”

  “Just hold your hand out near your pussy.”

  I smirk when he says pussy. I don’t know why. But I hold my hand out. Something bumps my palm and my fingers close around his—COCK!! It’s hot and heavy and pulsing in my hand. “Dante!” I hiss. “Did you just fuck me?!” I knew he was inside me, but still. This is proof. And I’m shocked. Sure, I did say he could do whatever he wanted, but I’m suddenly freaked out. What did I just do? “Dante, did you come inside me?”

  “No.”

  “Really?”

  “Yup.”

  “Are you sure sure?” My anxiety level is on the launch pad like a space rocket and the guys in the control room are doing that countdown to blast off:

  Ten, nine, eight, seven…

  He snorts, “I’m pretty sure I know what my dick has been doing for the last ten minutes.”

  “Yeah, but did you come inside me?”

  Six, five, four…

  “I told you, no.”

  That’s what guys always say. I’m freaking out.

  Three, two, one…

  “There was some finger toward the end, but that’s it.”

  “Wait, for sure? There was no cock involved?”

  “Yeah,” he chuckles. “I mean, no. No cock.”

  “None? No cock whatsoever?”

  “Nope,” he snickers. “I mean, I have a cock, but it was never in play.”

  “Oh, phew.”

  Launch Aborted. And other things I don’t want to think about.

  “But it was waiting on the sidelines, ready to go in if the moment called for it,” he says. “You can feel it. The shaft is dry.”

  Panic averted, I sit up and hold his exquisite shaft in both hands. He’s really big. “Oh. Duh.” I sigh. Then I sort of caress him with my fingers, exploring his throbbing length, feeling how hot and hard and silky smooth he is. The veins closer to the base are pumping blood in a hypnotic rhythm.

  “Easy,” he moans. “Don’t start something you’re not going to finish.”

  “Oh. Sorry.” I release one hand but slide my other up the length. I can’t help it. I want to feel him. I unintentionally circle my fingers around the spongy head. “Wait, why is the head wet?”

  “That’s pre-cum.”

  I shake my head in the dark, “What the hell did you do? I thought you said there was no cock?”

  “About half way through, I took my dick out and stroked myself while I was eating you out.”

  “Huh?” This is all so overwhelming. “Why were you doing that?” I sort of feel slighted, like he should have been inside me, not giving himself a handy.

  “Because if I didn’t, I was going to fuck you right here.”

  “Why?” Yeah, it sounds stupid.

  “Because you turn me on like nobody else, Skye.”

  “Oh.” I can accept that. Wow. “But you know what I mean. I mean, why not?”

  “Skye, I wasn’t going to put it in you without checking in first. I didn’t want to ruin your moment.”

  “Oh.” Is he serious? This is too good to be true.

  A moment later, his hands rest on my thighs. I scoot forward to the very edge of the table and wrap my knees around his waist. His hands slide up my back and caress my shoulders. I loop my arms around his neck. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness. There’s a faint line of light coming through the bottom of the door to the meeting room. I can make out Dante’s face, but just barely.

  We are nose to nose.

  Our lips press gently together and we kiss deeply.

  I can’t believe everything that has happened with Dante in just one day. It’s incredible. It’s beyond words. It’s—

  CLANK!

  The door to the meeting room opens a few inches and white light pours inside, blinding me.

  I squint my eyes, trying to see who it is. All I can see is a silhouette in the doorframe.

  Flash! Cha-CLICK!!

  That’s the sound of a cell ph
one camera taking a picture.

  “Hey!” I bark, suddenly blinded by the camera flash.

  The door closes.

  “What the fuck?” Dante grunts. His belt buckle goes tink tink as he no doubt fumbles with his pants.

  “Someone just took our picture!” I hiss.

  “No shit,” he growls and strides to the door a few seconds later, hammering the push bar open.

  I’m right behind him.

  All we see are jeans and shoes jogging up the stairs.

  Dante bolts out the door and I follow. He hurdles up the staircase in five long strides. When I reach the top of the stairs, he’s holding Brittany Price by the arm.

  “What the fuck was that?” he demands.

  “What was what?” Brittany asks innocently.

  Oh, no. Brittany and Ashley Masters are besties. Or what passes for besties amongst their back-stabbing ilk. This is beyond bad.

  “Gimme your phone,” I growl.

  Brittany smiles at me like I’m speaking another language. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

  “Gimme your phone so I can erase that photo you just took.”

  “What photo?” She sounds bemused. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She is totally lying.

  Who the hell else could it have been? No one is standing near the staircase except her.

  My mind races as I consider what has just happened. When the door opened, Dante and I were kissing. Luckily, his pants were mostly on, and my shorts were never off. But I can’t remember if he turned to look at the door. When the photo snapped, were we both looking at the camera? Will Brittany’s pic have a clear image of me and Dante? With my arms and legs wrapped around him? Oh gawd, if this gets out, I’m screwed. “Gimme your phone, Brittany. Right now,” I hiss.

  She arches her eyebrows snootily. “Sorry. I can’t do that.”

  “You didn’t have our permission to take that picture.”

  “What are you talking about, Skye?”

  Wow, what a bitch. “Brittany, you better give me your phone,” I seethe. I feel powerless right now. This is awful.

  “Or what, Skye?”