Out of Line: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance

by Juliana Conners

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you took my virginity,” she says. “Do you think that after we finally have a chance to be alone together, that I would let you go so easily?”

  “I suppose not,” I tell her, staring at her perfect ass checks.

  She bounces them up and down a couple times, which I love, because they’re round and full. I want to put my cock in between them.

  “Do you want to fuck me again, or not?” she asks, turning to look back at me.

  “Get over here,” I tell her. “Your teacher needs to discipline you for being such a naughty girl.”

  She obeys, and I start taking off my pants after removing a condom from the wallet I keep in the pocket, and put it on. As soon as she’s in my lap, I’m in heaven.

  I lower her down onto my hard cock, and it responds happily, since it’s been waiting way too long to do this. I haven’t been able to even think about any other girl.

  I hold onto her hips and lower her and then raise her, up and down, on my cock, as I sit in the chair behind the desk. I can’t believe we’re doing this in my classroom. If we got caught, it could ruin us both. But there’s an excitement to the danger that I can’t deny.

  “Oh, my God, Professor Masters,” Sarah calls out. I love how she says my name like that. “You feel so good. I’m gonna come. Oh, my God.”

  “Come for me,” I say in her ear, and she grips my desk while I grip her ass cheeks.

  She moans under her breath, trying not to be too loud, while she rides my cock.

  Finally, she leans back into my chest, exhausted. But I’ve been waiting for this, and I’m not done yet. I turn her around so that she’s straddling me, and fuck her like that. I take her shirt off so that her tits bounce up and down in front of my face while she rides me. She comes again, and I feel like a God.

  I pick her up and lay her down on my desk. She wraps her legs around my waist as I enter her again. She’s dripping wet because she’s come so much. I push myself in and out of her while she reaches back and holds onto the other side of my desk.

  She’s quite flexible, and I love it.

  “I never do this,” I tell her, as I thrust in and out of her.

  “You never fuck a girl on your desk?” she asks me.

  I laugh.

  “I never fuck a girl more than once.”

  “Well, I never fuck anyone at all, so I’ve got you beat.”

  I laugh as I pump myself in and out of her and then I feel a pulling at the base of my balls.

  “I’m gonna come,” I tell her, and then I feel the sweet release.

  I look down at her tits bouncing and her pussy spread wide open for me while I fuck her, and I know I’m a goner. I’ve met my match, and now I never want to let her go.

  Chapter 16 – Sarah

  3 Days Later

  I enter the restaurant, dressed in something I went and bought specifically for this occasion— a date with Adam. None of my normal clothes would do, and I felt no desire to dress like a religion I no longer really believed in, anyway.

  I don’t see how God would want to deny me the pleasure of my heart and body. He put me on this earth to feel things, and feel them I do with Adam.

  Earlier in class, Adam handed back tests he had corrected. Mine had a 98% on it and said “See me after class— at Hot Cocoa at 8”, in what I had come to know as Adam’s chicken scratch handwriting.

  I’d had to use Google on the new Kindle Fire I’d bought myself to learn that Hot Cocoa was a hip new restaurant in Manhattan. I gladly took the train into the City after buying myself this dress.

  After what happened the other night, I wasn’t sure what Adam was thinking. He acted nonchalant in class but I knew he didn’t want to get either of us into trouble. I was sure he would want to be with me again, but I just didn’t know when. And that part had been killing me.

  “Right this way, Miss,” says the hostess, as if she has been waiting for me.

  She brings me to a table in the back where Adam is waiting. He was early and I’m impressed.

  “Why hello, my top student,” he says, as I sit down. “Way to get 98% on the test. But still not perfect, which is why I called this meeting.”

  I laugh, and then say in all seriousness, “Actually, I have a bone I want to pick with you about that.”

  “That’s funny,” he says, “because I have a bone I want to put in you.”

  We laugh again but then I continue.

  “The one I got wrong was a trick question,” I tell him. “You asked about market trends but you didn’t specify local, regional or national market.”

  “Very true,” he agrees, after thinking about it. “But I can’t change your grade to 100% or people will know I’m playing favorites.”

  “Hey!” I protest. “There’s no playing favorites about it. I’ve been doing well in your class despite our… personal relationship.”

  “True again,” he says. “You are definitely one of the smartest students I’ve ever had. And I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that, actually.”

  I look at him with interest and then he continues.

  “I’ve reviewed your high school transcript,” he says. “And your SAT scores. I already knew you had a brilliant business mind. But everything matches up to the point where I have to ask you— have you considered Harvard?”

  “I never considered anywhere but Hudson because it was where my dad said I had to go,” I answer him, honestly.

  “Well, now that you’re on your own two feet, maybe you can look into other options for the future.”

  As the waiter brings our drinks that Adam had already ordered— just waters, since I can’t legally drink— and gets our food orders, I can’t help but think of another joke.

  “You wanted to see me after class to talk to me about my future college plans?”

  “Not exactly,” he says, with a grin. “But everything I want to talk about is related.”

  He’s being very serious now, so I stop the joking. My heart pounds in my chest.

  “I need to tell you something you’ll probably hear about at some point if you don’t already,” Adam says. “I have been quite the lady’s man. And I don’t mean being a little forward with dates, like you say you have a reputation for. Those wimpy guys don’t know how to treat a woman, so their opinion and any rumors about that don’t count.”

  I blush, glad he doesn’t think I’m too forward.

  “But I was more than forward,” he says. “And the whole reason I’m teaching at Hudson is because I was too much of a problem for Harvard. They had to put me on an administrative leave of sorts.”

  I shrug and can’t resist saying, “Well, I knew it wasn’t because you needed intellectual stimulation from students who live in the sticks.”

  He laughs, a full, loud belly laugh that I love.

  “That may be true, but I sure am glad for it, because that’s how I met you.”

  And now he looks at me very seriously.

  “And that’s what I wanted to talk to you about tonight,” he says. “I know we haven’t known each other for that long, but I also know you’re different than girls from my past. Not only did I want to be with you again sexually, which is rare, but I also can’t help but fall for you emotionally as well.”

  Now it feels as if fireworks are exploding in my stomach. The waiter brings our food but I’m not even hungry. I’m just so excited that Adam feels about me the same way I’ve been feeling about him.

  “I’m going to tell you something I don’t tell anyone,” he says. “So you know there’s a reason for my insanity.”

  “Okay,” I tell him, my palms becoming sweaty with anticipation. I feel something magical in the air, as if he and I are really meant to be.

  “I was once engaged,” he says, taking a bite of his filet mignon as if to gather strength to tell me the rest of the story. “But my fiancée was in a car accident. I was driving, but it wasn’t my fault. Another driver came out of nowhere and
hit us. But I could never shake the feeling that I was responsible. That if I had somehow been able to see the car, and swerve out of the way—”

  I put my hand over his.

  “Survivor’s guilt,” I tell him, nodding. I’d read about it, in my psychology class last semester. But I’m sure that’s nothing compared to living through it. “It’s a real thing. But it wasn’t your fault.”

  “I know that now,” he says. “I realize I’ve spent the rest of my life holding myself back, cutting myself off to love, but then when I met you, I just couldn’t live that way anymore. I have to open myself back up to it, or I’ll miss the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

  “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, too,” I say, and he squeezes my hand across the table.

  “Good. I want to propose something,” he says.

  “Okay,” I tell him, holding my breath, just knowing that this is going to change my life.

  “Be my secret lover for the next two months, until the end of the semester,” he says. “And then be my real lover. Out in the open. For all the world to see.”

  “Okay,” I tell him, without even having to think about it. “But what, exactly, is your plan? How do you plan to pull that off?”

  “Well, I figure that for the rest of this semester we can just meet here in the City for our rendezvous,” he says. “It’s a big city, and I doubt anyone will find us.”

  “I doubt anyone will be looking,” I tell him. “I mean, it’s not as if many kids from Hudson are allowed to come here and party or anything. The only way I’m able to be out after curfew is because they still think I live with my parents.”

  He chuckles, and I love his laugh so much.

  “Exactly,” he says, but then I look over at another table and can’t believe my eyes.

  “Is that… Natalyia?” I ask, nodding towards the blonde sitting with a man at a corner table.

  “Does she work at The Exchange?” Adam asks.

  I nod.

  “I guess New York is a big city, but it’s still a small world.”

  “Well, she doesn’t count,” I hasten to assure him. “I’m sure she’ll be happy for me, and she looks pretty happy herself.”

  He nods, but looks a little anxious.

  “Just in case, we won’t let her know we’re here,” I tell her. “I doubt she’ll even remember me even if she sees me, which I don’t think she has. But anyway, as you were saying, we’ll stay on the downlow until the rest of this semester.”

  “Yes,” he says. “And in the meantime, you apply at Harvard. I just know you’ll get in, as a transfer student.”

  “Okay,” I say, laughing because I have no idea if he’s right and the whole thing just sounds so outrageous to me. But nothing truly seems impossible to me anymore, after where Adam and I started and where we’ve ended up.

  “Then when we get to Harvard, we’ll just say your my fiancé,” he says. “I won’t admit to hooking up with you as my student, and they can’t say anything against me hooking up with you if we’re already engaged by the time we get there and let them know.”

  “Woah,” I say, throwing my head back and laughing, but my heart is being fast and hard. “So, I’ll be like… your fake fiancée?”

  “Something like that,” he says, winking at me. “But we’ll just see what happens.”

  “Okay,” I tell him. “Deal.”

  Once we’re done eating, we leave without Natalyia seeing us. That night, he comes back with me to my apartment. He whistles as he looks around at my hardwood floors and marble countertops.

  “So, this is what a very expensive bid for oral sex can buy, huh?” he asks.

  “Very funny,” I tell him. “Hudson is a very inexpensive town. Money goes further here.”

  “Well, I think it’s about time you christened these marble countertops.”

  “I agree,” I tell him.

  He tears my clothes off and his, then he puts a condom on. He lifts me up onto the countertops. I wrap my legs around him and he puts his big cock inside me. My pussy throbs, as if it’s been anticipating him inside it, which it has.

  He thrusts in and out of me, as I grip his shoulders. I come but before he comes, he lays me back on the counter.

  “Remember this?” he asks.

  “I sure do.”

  His tongue hits me fast and hard, lapping up my juices as he makes me come yet again. Then he picks me up and continues to fuck me, as he stands straight up while holding me in his arms. I love how strong he is.

  I look down to see his cock looking bigger than ever as he rams it in and out of me.

  “Remember when I took your virginity?” he asks, nuzzling my neck as he pushes me up against the wall and continues to fuck me.

  “Yes,” I tell him, remembering it as if it was yesterday.

  “I want to fuck you forever,” he says, as he throbs inside me. “I love you, Sarah.”

  I lean my head back and look into his eyes as I begin to come. “I love you too, Adam.”

  “I’m coming,” he says, as I join him.

  “Me too.”

  “This is the best money I’ve ever spent.”

  Chapter 17 – Sarah

  2 Months Later

  There’s only five minutes left of this semester. Five minutes until I no longer have to live in Hudson or anywhere close to my hometown.

  Adam smiles at me as he tells the class, “It’s been a pleasure teaching you this semester. I’m sad I have to head back to Harvard and won’t be here next year.”

  “No, you’re not,” some students call out, but good-naturedly. They’ve come to love Adam almost as much as I do.

  I wink at Adam, and he smiles, but doesn’t wink back. We’ve successfully pulled off two months of acting as if we’re not together when we are. It’s been really difficult, because all I want to do when I see Adam’s nice ass up in front of the room, lecturing in front of the chalkboard, is jump his bones.

  But it helps that I get to jump his bones whenever we go into the city. We’ve had plenty of dates there, so Adam has most definitely gotten over his vow to never take a girl he fucks to dinner.

  In fact, dinner is where we’re going tonight. I have a very special package I have to tote along with me.

  “I’m very proud of all of you,” says Adam. “And let’s hear it again for Sarah, who under my brilliant tutelage, has not only applied to and been accepted to Harvard, but who has also won the Young Business Women’s grant for her business plan and proposal.”

  My classmates cheer for me, and I have to admit I’ll miss them. I should have worked harder at making friends here. I always felt like an outcast but I know now that that was self- imposed.

  Just because my dad didn’t think I was good enough to be friends with what he would call “righteous people” doesn’t mean he was right. Adam’s shown me I’m a better person than my dad ever gave me credit for, but I’m still working on believing that all the time.

  Finally, the last class is over and I head home to change for dinner. I ride the train into New York City alone for the last time. It’s both my last time going anywhere to meet Adam— because from now on he’ll be taking me on all our dates— and also my last time going into the City because tomorrow Adam and I are moving together to Boston.

  I tried to call my family to let them know, but my dad asked if I was willing to repent of my sins and give testimony to the church. When I said I no longer believe in his version of religion and I have nothing to repent for, he told me he had no further interest in talking to me. I tried to let him know I’d been happy and had good news, but he hung up on me.

  When I get to Boston and Adam and I are in the clear, I’ll send a letter to my younger siblings, letting them know where to contact me if they need it. They might be anxious to break free from my dad’s grasp, just as I was. At least I can say I tried to get through to him and have common ground with him, which is more than he can say about me.

  We go back to
Hot Cocoa and Adam orders some champagne. My mouth drops open, but he just laughs.

  “How did you order that for me?” I ask, as he pours us both a glass.

  “Oh, come on,” he says, “There’s nothing money can’t buy, you should know that by now. Plus, no one ever cards for champagne.”

  I laugh as we toast.

  “This will be another first for me,” I tell him. “Drinking alcohol.”

  “Cheers to your first time for everything,” he says, with a wink.

  I drink the liquid and feel its warmth in my chest.

  “And cheers to your acceptance at Harvard,” he says. “I told you my plan would work.”

  “I can’t wait to be your fake fiancé up there at fancy Harvard,” I tell him, squealing with glee.

  “On that note,” he says, a devilish grin spreading across his handsome face. “There’s something else I hope to be celebrating with you too.”

  “There is?” I ask, but he’s already on the floor, down on one knee, and holding up a little blue box.

  “Really?” I ask, looking around as if someone is going to come pinch me and tell me I’m dreaming.

  “Really,” he says. “Sarah Grace Winters, will you do the pleasure of marrying me?”

  “Yes!” I say, jumping up out of my chair and then jumping up and down.

  I don’t even care that we’re in a restaurant, or that someone could see us and our whole plan might be foiled. But not really, because we’re safely through the semester— so let the world see us.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I repeat.

  He gets up and swings me around. He obviously doesn’t care that we’re in a restaurant, and the restaurant seems happy to have us here, because everyone including the wait staff begins clapping and congratulating us.

  “You know I have a bad track record with engagements,” he says, frowning.

  For a second, I’m sad along with him. But he shakes his head and kisses me on the cheek.

  “So, let’s get married soon, shall we?” he asks.