Stepbrother HOT! (The Stepbrother Romance Series - Book #3)

by Adams, Claire

  Jaxon’s hips began to thrust up towards me as he got closer and closer to orgasm, his hands pulling at my hair, but not—as a lot of guys tend to do—trying to push me down onto him more. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, gagging slightly; I took a deep breath to suppress the reaction and swallowed down the freely-flowing precum that was starting to fill my mouth with every movement of Jaxon’s hips. I knew he was on the edge—I knew he couldn’t hold back for much longer.

  Just when I was certain I had him, Jaxon gave me a careful shove, pushing my head up, my mouth off of him. He was panting and gasping, his eyes tightly shut, shuddering from how close he was. “God, Mia,” he groaned, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly. “You are way, way too good at that.”

  “Not good enough, apparently,” I said, grinning as he opened his eyes. “I wanted to make you come.” Jaxon laughed shortly.

  “You almost did. But I don’t want to be done. Not yet. Not when I know you’re so hot and wet.” He pulled me up and pressed my body against his, running his hands all over me, touching me everywhere seemingly all at once. Jaxon’s hands moved down to my hips and he tugged my pajama pants down, pushing them along my legs until I could kick them away at my knees. He reached down between our bodies and slipped his hand up along my inner thighs, cupping my pussy and rubbing the heel of his palm against my soaking wet folds. “Mmm, just like that, Mia,” Jaxon murmured, pressing harder against me. I gasped as he worked his fingers between my labia, finding my clit again and starting to stroke me carefully. I rocked my hips, pushing down into his touch, wanting him more than I ever had before in my life.

  Jaxon pulled me up and around, kissing me hungrily while his hands held onto my hips tightly. I could feel his hot, hard cock brushing against my pussy, just barely there—but enough that I couldn’t have stopped him if I had wanted to. I had to feel him inside of me. I rubbed myself against him, teasing us both, pressing against him so that the tip of his cock stroked my clit while my hips moved. We were both moaning, neither of us caring about the fact that we could be discovered at any moment—that we might have already been discovered. Jaxon grabbed onto my hips again and pushed me down onto him.

  He filled me up in one quick thrust, and I moaned against his lips, my whole body tensing up at how good it felt. He was so hot, so thick inside of me—I had thought I’d remembered it, but the reality was so much better than my memories or dreams. Jaxon groaned, holding me still against him for a long moment while he struggled to keep from coming. His cock was twitching inside of me and I knew that neither of us would last very long—we were both so incredibly turned on, both on the edge already. Jaxon finally began to move, his hands loosening on my hips. He thrust into me deeper and deeper and I pushed down onto him in counterpoint, falling into his rhythm, my heart beating faster and my breaths going ragged. I tightened my thighs around his hips and began riding him harder, picking up my pace gradually and forcing him to keep up with me.

  I sat up, looking down at Jaxon with a little smile curving my lips, watching him watching me. He reached up and cupped my breasts, twisting and rolling my nipples between his fingers, sending tingling electric pleasure shooting through my whole body. We were both struggling to hold back, wanting to drive each other crazy but neither of us wanting it to be over too soon. Jaxon touched me everywhere, playing with my breasts, tickling my ribs, gripping my hips tightly as he pulled me down into his thrusts, his cock driving up into me harder and faster every moment. I could feel my breasts jiggling as I rode him faster and faster, taking his cock as deep as I could, moaning out without even caring whether anyone could hear me.

  Jaxon reached down between my legs and I cried out as he began to stroke my clit in time with his thrusts, his rubbing fingers sending crackles of electricity through my nerves, driving me out of my mind. I moaned out again and again, clenching my teeth, biting my lip, holding myself up just barely with my hands on either side of the lounge chair as my body started moving without any thought. I could hear the wet, squelching sounds as I tightened around Jaxon’s cock, our panting and gasping, the moans that ripped out of our throats as we got closer and closer by the moment.

  All at once I couldn’t hold back for a second longer; I gripped the lounge chair, pushing myself down onto Jaxon’s cock as hard as I could as the first wave of orgasm hit me. Sensation rocked me, rolling through my bones, rushing through my veins, lighting every nerve in my body on fire. I couldn’t stop moving—I kept lifting my hips and pushing them down even as my eyes closed, even as every ability to think evaporated. I felt Jaxon reach his climax a few heartbeats later, and he was thrusting into me wildly, driving his cock up in me deep, and moaning out so loudly that anyone in the hall would have heard him. I felt the hot, sticky-slick slap flooding deep inside my pussy, and my fluids gushing around his cock as we held on for as long as we could, trying to keep it going.

  We slowed down, both of us completely finished, and I felt like every bone in my body was made of jelly. I collapsed against Jaxon, panting, my heart racing, my whole body tingling with the pleasure of two orgasms nearly back-to-back. I felt Jaxon’s cock still inside of me, twitching in the aftermath of his climax, echoing the spasms that jolted through my muscles long after I’d stopped moving, long after I’d collapsed against him. Everything started to fade into a warm, calm black and I let my mind drift away.

  Chapter Ten

  I came back to myself—it felt as if it had been an hour but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes at the most—with a jolt that rocked me just as thoroughly as the orgasms had. “Shit,” I said, pulling myself up as adrenaline rushed through my body. “Shit, shit, Jaxon.” I sat up and looked down at him, my heart pounding for an entirely different reason, my skin crawling with dread.

  “Hmm?” Jaxon opened his eyes and looked up at me, still sleepy and content.

  “Jaxon—what the hell is wrong with us?” I looked around, certain that I’d see someone in the pool area, or at the door, watching us, ready to report back to my mom or maybe blackmail us both. “Oh, God, this was such a fucking mistake. I am an idiot. I never should have come in here.” I lifted myself off of Jaxon’s body, staggering from the weakness still in my legs, looking around for my shirt and my pajama pants.

  “What are you talking about? That was great,” Jaxon stared at me in puzzlement and I scrambled for my clothes, nearly falling over as I tried to yank the pajama pants up my legs.

  “This was a huge mistake.” I shook my head. My eyes were burning. If my mom ever had a clue about what had happened between Jaxon and me, she would never speak to me again. “Just—god, just leave me alone, Jaxon. I can’t deal with this.” Before he could say anything, I turned on my heel and ran across the pool deck, around the deep end of the pool and straight to the door.

  There was no one in the hallway but I couldn’t help suspecting that someone—anyone—could have watched Jaxon and me together and then gotten away in minutes. I barely remembered where my room was, my brain was spinning with paranoia and anxiety. I fumbled at the doorknob, my hands slick with sweat, and finally managed to get it open.

  I closed and locked the door behind me and sank down onto the floor, tears beginning to flow from my eyes. I was the girl who never cried and now I’d cried twice in the same week—what the hell was wrong with me? Whatever it was, I decided right then that I was going to stop being such an idiot. I couldn’t trust myself around Jaxon; I couldn’t trust myself around anyone. I had nearly ruined everything for my mom—all of her dreams of a happy family spending Thanksgiving together, of me meeting her new husband and everyone loving each other and becoming good friends. I felt sick to my stomach, knowing that if Mom ever found out about what Jaxon and I had just done, she would never be able to forgive me for screwing up the happiness she had found.

  I stayed in my room the entire night, telling Mom I still felt under the weather when she came home. I took another shower, standing under the hot water until it ran cold, and then
crawled into bed, shivering and lonely. There was absolutely no one I could talk to about the stupid situation; I couldn’t even talk to Jaxon about it—every time I had tried to, we ended up having sex. I snuck out after I was sure everyone had gone to sleep and grabbed leftovers from the kitchen, eating them in my room and sneaking out again to put the dishes in the sink.

  The next day I stayed alone again; Mom was worried, I knew. She came by my room three different times and asked if I was sure I was okay. I wasn’t, but I told her I was just under the weather, that I wasn’t feeling up to hanging out with the rest of them. I had no idea what Jaxon did—I told myself I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. I had to get back to campus, and just pretend that he had never existed. I had to forget I’d ever been attracted to him, that we’d ever had sex, that anything existed between us.

  I made a token appearance before I left to go back to school. Even as fucked up as the situation was, I knew Mom would be more upset if I left without saying goodbye. I’d already done enough to ruin her dreams of a perfect family holiday—I wasn’t going to pour salt in her wounds by making it worse. She hugged me and kissed me and told me in a low voice that we’d get around to talking sometime, and I was too tired, too exhausted mentally to do more than nod and tell her I loved her, that I would drive safe. I didn’t know whether or not Jaxon had already left. All I knew was that I was way happier to be going back to the world of classes and tests and essays than I ever would have thought I could be.

  I’d thought that it’d be a relief to be on the road, but as I started out, I kept dwelling on the whole crazy fucked up situation. Of course, I thought, it would be funny to anyone else. Probably a million comedies had been done just on the same exact premise. But in real life, I was completely miserable. I could still feel the ache between my hips, the tender feeling between my thighs from the sex I’d had with Jaxon; but I knew that there was no way we could ever—ever—do that again, no matter how much I wanted him. I had to do the right thing for my mom. I couldn’t just ruin everything she’d looked forward to so much. She’d given so much up for me; I owed it to her to not screw up her new marriage. I just wanted to get back to the dorms, and bury myself in my bed, and try not to think about Jaxon or his dad or the whole crazy mess for a few hours. I’d be relieved when I had something else to fill my mind with. I kept seeing my mom in my mind: how happy she’d been to introduce me to my new family, and how shocked she had been when she walked in on Jaxon and me. Some holiday it had been; I’d never been more completely miserable in my life.

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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