Nine Steamy Step Stories
Page 24
The desire in his eyes and the husky words of his confession eased the tension in my strained muscles. Dylan climbed onto the bed and straddled me. His cock touched off my stomach, and when a bead of precum dropped onto my stomach marking me as his, my insides sizzled.
He leaned down until our lips were a few inches apart. “You have no idea how much and how long I’ve wanted you.”
“If that’s true, why were you always such a shit?”
He brushed his warm lips against mine. “I was afraid you’d tell me to fuck off.”
“You, afraid?” I laughed. “You’re not afraid of anything or anyone.”
“I’m afraid of what I feel for you.” He pressed his lips to mine, devouring me in a demanding kiss that stole my heart. When he broke away, my breath came in erratic pants. The pulse in his neck thundered against his skin. “You set fire to my blood.” Soft kisses rained down on my face. “You make me want to kill anyone else who touches you.” Freeing my wrists, he sat up and grabbed his cock. “You make me want to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
The sight of Dylan stroking his shaft was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. His hypnotizing movements mesmerized me.
Releasing his cock, he moved up my body until his shaft lay between my breasts. This was one of the fantasies he’d told me about. I reached for my breasts and cushioned him between them. Letting out a guttural groan, he grabbed the headboard.
I flicked my thumbs back and forth over my hard nipples and lifted my head to see his cock move as he fucked my tits. More precum dripped from his slit. I had to taste him.
“In my mouth.”
He gave me a wicked smile and shuffled up to my mouth. “You want me to treat you like a slut, is that it? Someone I can fuck when I want to?”
“God, yes.”
He reached down and grabbed my hair and tugged. The pain was pure bliss.
“I want you to take me rough and hard. I don’t want you to care about me. Take everything you want from me.”
He growled. “You’re going to wish you’d never said those words.” The gruff edge to his voice told me I’d never regret it. The rougher he was, the more turned on I became. In the bedroom, I was my stepbrother’s to do with as he pleased, and that was all kinds of fine. Without care, he slid his cock deep into my mouth. I closed my lips around him and hollowed my cheeks, taking him as deep as I could. When he hit the back of my throat, I gagged. I wanted more. He gave it to me.
Tears stung my eyes and dripped down my cheeks. Arousal soaked my thong. I was on the precipice of coming. He continued to fuck my mouth, his heavy balls hitting off my chin. I reached up and grabbed his butt, digging my nails into the cheeks, urging him to slid deeper.
He slid from me, ribbons of saliva coating his cock. “Did I say you could touch me?” He grabbed my hair and pulled me up to him, taking my lips in a rough kiss. Then he threw me onto the bed and moved down my body. He tore off my thong, grabbed my ankles and spread me wide.
“For too fucking long, I’ve imagined your smell, your taste.” He swiped his tongue from the puckered hole of my ass to my clit.
I gripped his thighs with my toes. “I know you want to be in control, Dyl, but I have to touch you. I want you to come in my mouth. Want to swallow your cum. Bring yourself up here. Let me suck you off.”
“Think you can get what you want by talking dirty, huh?” Dylan ground the heel of his hand against my still sensitive clit, and the dizzying sensations all but crossed my eyes. “On your knees.”
I arched off the bed and drew in a shuddering breath. “What if that’s not what I want?”
He smacked the tips of his fingers against my clit. Tingling pleasure danced through my nerve endings, and the responding rush of arousal left me a moaning, writhing wreck.
“This isn’t about what you want,” he said. “Get on your knees, or I’ll make you suffer.”
I clamped my legs together and smiled. “Maybe I want to suffer.”
“Is that so?” He pried my knees open and trailed his fingers over my spread lips. Expectation shook my legs, and the proof of my excitement trickled down my thighs. Waves of pure bliss surged through me until my eyes fluttered shut, and I lost myself in his delicate touch.
Thwack!
“What the—” My eyelids shot open, and I blew out an astonished breath. “Did you seriously just smack me between the legs?”
“If you don’t get on your knees, things will get a lot worse.” The obstinate glare from his narrowed eyes told me he wasn’t screwing around. The smack stung, but when I recovered from the initial shock, sensual warmth oozed around my folds, making me want more.
“Fine,” I gritted out.
Turning around, I positioned myself—butt in the air with my head buried in a pile of pillows—and, even though I didn’t know what was coming next, I steeled myself. Dylan could do anything he wanted, but I trusted him. He wouldn’t hurt me. Torment me, yes. Tease me, most definitely. Harm me, never.
His warm hands caressed my ass and spread my cheeks. My pussy walls twitched, wanting him to fill me up.
“Feel good?” Dylan asked, his words rusty with want.
“Yes.” I squeezed my eyelids shut. Involuntary spasms made me quiver as I imagined what was in store. I rolled my hips and spread my thighs, waiting to take whatever he had to give.
Thwack!
Without warning, he brought his hand down on my ass. Hard. The strike radiated pleasure outwards from my core and back again. I jolted forward and hissed, tensing my butt for the next smack.
“C’mon,” I gritted out, “give me more.”
“You have no idea what’s coming.”
The edges of his clipped nails stroked down my wet folds before he dipped two fingers inside. My pussy muscles clamped around him, drawing him in with no intention of letting go.
“So wet for me,” he sighed.
When he inched his fingers out, I could only whimper. Rapid-fire smacks from his cupped hand rained down where my thighs met my butt, leaving traces of discomfort, but every sharp swat served to intensify my lust.
Sweat prickled my forehead, and stinging heat warmed my blood. My butt burned, my body quaked, and my pussy dripped and ached, but still I wanted more. I lifted my head from my clasped hands.
“That all you got?” I panted.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got a lot more.” He caressed and rubbed my tenderized cheeks before flicking his fingers against my skin. My heartbeat quickened.
Thwack!
A quick snap bit into my right butt cheek, jolting me forward.
“Ohmygod!”
Dylan moved his hand from cheek to cheek, getting faster and harder. Pleasure pulsed from my nipples to my clit and back again.
Slap, slap, slap, slap. The sounds filled the room, punctuated every few seconds by my pain/pleasure cries. The torture was pure heaven.
He continued to work methodically from side to side, peppering every inch of my skin in a fast, rhythmic motion. Fireworks detonated behind my closed eyelids, and low, shallow breaths erupted from my lungs.
The slaps stopped coming. I sucked in a breath, and disorientation at the sudden cessation swamped me.
I craned my neck, glancing back expectantly, and I watched as Dylan laved my burning cheeks with his tongue. Each lick mollified the sting but only for a second. His spellbound eyes caught me staring, and he lifted his mouth from my ass.
“You want more?”
I shook my head. “No. No more.”
“You sure?”
“I… don’t think I can take it.”
“Aw, too much for you, baby?” He rubbed his palm on top of my inflamed skin, soothing the burn with a gentle caress. I allowed my body to relax.
The next snap reached my ears before my pain receptors registered the blow. White-hot torment emanated from my erect clit. My body jerked and my legs buckled, leaving me a boneless mess.
I glared back at him. “You… you… b-bastard.”
“Did you think you were getting off that easy? Pun intended.”
It took a few seconds to regulate my breathing. “Revenge is a bitch,” I laughed. “Remember that.”
Hauling me back onto my hands and knees, he parted my folds with one hand and smacked my exposed clit with the fingertips of the other. I flinched ever so slightly, but his firm hand left me teetering on the verge. It wouldn’t take much to sweep me off.
“Spread your legs wide.” By now, Dylan’s voice was barely audible.
My heart hammered as if I’d just run a marathon. Dylan ran his fingertips down my inner thighs, tickling and scratching the skin. Ribbons of fire furled deep in my belly, waiting to unravel. But unluckily for me, Dylan was in no hurry to give me the release I craved.
His fingers trailed upward, and I held my breath. Waiting. Wanting. Hoping.
He teased and tapped my entrance. Sparks of excitement shot to my pussy, and I clenched at nothingness, straining for relief.
“You have to let me come,” I groaned. “Stop torturing me.”
“I haven’t even started.” He scissored my clit between his fingers, rubbing up and down, backward and forward. Even though I couldn’t control my undulating body, the exquisite ecstasy drew my mind inward, bringing me to a place of complete happiness.
His slick fingers pinched my engorged clit, shooting small spasms around my body.
“Please. Please. This is unbearable.”
Finally, after what seemed like centuries of waiting, he lowered his head. The first blessed flick of his tongue stole my breath and cooled my clit like ice. With one hand, I reached for my breast and caught each of my nipples in turn, pinching, tweaking, twisting.
When his lips clamped over me, my legs turned to a mass of wobbling Jell-O, and I rode his mouth with wild abandon as I chased my orgasm. Thrilling currents zinged between my nerve endings, and my hips bucked in time with his mouth.
If I didn’t orgasm soon, the tension coiling within me would explode. His fingertips rimmed the opening of my cunt, and my frantic moans filled the air as I pushed backward, urging his fingers inside. Dylan did what I wanted.
And then it happened.
“Fuuuccckkk!” Furious, pulsing waves of pleasure slammed into me, wrecking me. His fingers delved deep, hitting off my sweet spot, coaxing every spasm from my thrashing body. My orgasm went on and on, shaking me to the core.
When the tremors of my climax began to wane and my strained muscles loosened, I sank onto the mattress. Dragging in a shaky breath, I attempted to steady my heartbeat.
Dylan flipped me onto my back and folded my legs at the knees, pushing them up to my chest. The pads of his fingertips dug into my thighs. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”
Holding my legs open, he nudged the head of his magnificent cock against my pussy. I strained, needing him to fully enter me.
“You belong to me. No one else.” He powered into my warmth, claiming me, letting me know I belonged to him. My back arched, and my heartbeat matched his every thrust. Releasing my legs, he wrapped an arm around my waist and dragged me up until our bodies collided. I clasped his shoulders, clinging as if my life depended on it. Guttural moans rumbled from his chest, and he slammed me against the headboard, pounding into me with vicious intent. His thrusts became frenzied, furious, and his cock grew harder and thicker. His perfect face contorted with pleasure; he let out an animalistic roar, and I felt every gush of his hot release. When his movements and breathing slowed, he gathered me in his strong arms and lowered me to the bed. Closing my eyes, I imagined the rest of our lives.
Epilogue
Three months later
Using a butcher’s knife, Mom chopped up a crusty lasagna and dropped a portion onto my plate. I was surprised the plate didn’t crack under the weight.
She sighed dramatically. “I’ve decided to give up on you.” She waved the knife between Dylan and me. “Both of you. Don’t be concerned that I’m the only one of my friends with no chubby-cheeked grandbabies to kiss, cuddle, and spoil.”
Eddie laughed, his eyes crinkling with love. “We’ve plenty of time, Viv. I’m sure we’ll have some rug rats tearing up the house soon enough.” He sawed through his lasagna, not seeming to mind it was harder than concrete.
“Actually,” Dylan said. “I, we, have some news.” He gazed at me and I blushed like a silly schoolgirl. Standing, he strode around the table and sat beside me. When he reached for my hand, I willingly gave it.
Mom sank onto her chair, her eyes wide and disbelieving. “What’s this about?”
“Well…we—Dylan and I—are in love, and in six months, we’re going to be a family.”
Eddie’s fork clattered onto his plate, his face turning puce then purple.
Ignoring his father’s reaction, Dylan continued. “You’re going to be grandparents.”
My mom’s eyes sparkled. The word “grandparents” washed over the fact that Dylan and I were a couple.
“When? How?” She grasped Eddie’s hands, her eyes filling with tears, but I didn’t know if they were from joy or shock. “I thought you hated each other!”
I reached for my mom’s clenched fist and squeezed. “He wooed me with anonymous messages on a dating site. By the time he revealed his true identity, he owned my heart.”
“This is…unexpected,” Eddie said, the color on his face returning to normal.
“I love her.” Dylan kissed my cheek and I snuggled into his warmth.
My mom reached for her phone and began texting furiously. “I can’t wait to tell everyone. I’m going to be a grandma. I can hardly believe it.”
“So you’re okay with this? Us?” I asked my mom, needing her to accept it.
“It’ll take some getting used to, and when people ask, some explaining will have to be done, but I’m more than okay. I couldn’t wish for better a man to love my daughter.”
For the past three months, Dylan had wanted to tell our parents, but I made him promise not to. Our relationship, while not illegal, wasn’t conventional, and I wasn’t sure how they would react. When I found out I was pregnant, we had no choice but to share our secret. He agreed to wait until my second trimester before telling our parents their children were in love.
Eddie cleared his throat. “You know, Lib, I consider you my own flesh and blood. I’m happy for you, but I can’t say I don’t think it’s strange.”
“You’ve been more than a dad to me, Eddie. I love Dylan, and I know he’s going to be the best daddy in the world.”
Pride lit up Eddie’s face. “I have no doubt about that. But you’re going to have to help me rein your mother in. God knows what she’s capable of doing with a baby on the way.”
“Hide your credit cards,” Dylan said and laughed.
I leaned across the table and whispered. “Do you think we should tell her now it’s twins, or wait until they’re born?”
The End
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