Ian closed the door to his jeep and came around to where I stood staring out at the night sky. He stepped in front of me, changing my view from clouds to eyes of blue. In a smooth motion, he leaned forward and kissed me, pressing my body against the wet car.
I let out a low moan. His erection throbbed against my lower stomach, reminding me that we had unfinished business to attend to. There was no storm here keeping us apart. We just needed to get inside.
I pushed him away. “People can see,” I hissed, instantly missing the weight of his body against mine.
He shrugged. “No one is looking inside the garage. Besides, I don't want to wait.” He traced my cheek with his finger and then grabbed my arm and spun me so my front pressed up against the hood of his car. His erection pressed against my ass and I hugged the damp hood of his car. “Do you want to know the things I want to do to you right now?”
He accented his words with a thrust of his hips that had me spreading my legs. Screw the neighbors. I wanted him to fuck me right there on the hood of his car.
And that's when the headlights of our parents' car pulled into the driveway. Ian jumped back like I burned him. I stood quickly and did my best to adjust my wet clothing so that it didn't look like I was just getting ready to have dirty, nasty sex on my stepbrother's car.
Jenny's door opened just as the brakes squeaked to a stop and slammed her door. She glared at the car as she stalked past the front of the car and into the front door of the house. Ian looked over at me with a raised eyebrow. She hadn't even noticed we were there, let alone what we were doing.
Dad turned off the car and stepped out. He looked weary and worn in the pale yellow light of the streetlamps.
“Hi, Sam,” Ian greeted him at the same time that I said, “Hi, Dad.”
“Hey kids,” Dad replied quietly. Defeat rested heavy on his shoulders.
“I'm guessing the marriage counseling didn't go so well?” I asked, taking a step out of the garage and toward him.
Dad sighed. “Well, it went great in that we figured out what we want from one another.” He sighed again. “She's going to hate me even more for telling you kids this way, but you two are both adults. We're getting a divorce.”
I pushed past Ian and gave my Dad a much needed hug. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm not surprised, but I'm still sorry.”
“I'm sorry to hear it, sir,” Ian agreed behind me. “I'm going to go check on Mom.”
I looked back to catch his eye before he turned to go follow his mother into the house. I still wanted to be pressed up against the hood of his car, but that would have to wait.
“You two are taking this far better than I expected,” Dad said, watching Ian go inside.
“It's actually a relief,” I replied. If you two divorce, we won't be siblings anymore, I thought. We could be together then. “The two of you have been fighting and unhappy for a while now. I hate seeing you both so miserable and I know Ian feels the same. It's better this way.”
“You're right,” he agreed, but his shoulders slumped a little more. “Still, I wanted to make this one work.”
“I know,” I said, giving him another squeeze. “You look exhausted. Have you eaten? I was just about to make us some late dinner. You want some?”
Dad nodded as I guided him inside and to the kitchen table. Jenny and Ian were sitting in the living room, their heads close together. Jenny's cheeks were just a little too red and her eyes shone in the lamplight. The tension in the house was palpable as she glared at my father from her couch.
“Okay,” I said, trying to shrug off the discomfort surrounding us. “We have that leftover chicken, so I'm thinking Chicken Caesar Salad. How does that sound?”
No one answered. Dad stared out the window and Jenny's lips tightened. Ian shrugged.
“Chicken Caesar it is then,” I said to no one in particular as I opened the fridge and began pulling out ingredients.
“I'll be in my office,” my dad said gruffly. He hurried past me and down the basement stairs to his office.
I laid out the ingredients on the counter as Jenny and Ian whispered to one another on the couch. Ian's whispers were low and comforting while Jenny's came out more like a hiss.
“I need to go lay down,” Jenny finally announced loud enough for me to hear. She went to the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her. I could hear the lock click even from the kitchen. Ian looked up at me from the couch.
“Well, that was fun,” he remarked.
“Barrels of monkeys, really,” I agreed.
Ian shook his head and stood. He sauntered over to the kitchen and watched me gather materials for our salad. I moved quickly and efficiently. This was a meal that I knew how to make and could make quickly.
“So, in addition to giving great head, you cook too?”
“Shhh, they'll hear.” I glanced around at the empty house and grinned at him. “And yes. I cook.” I picked up a knife and began preparing the chicken. “I almost went to culinary school, but photography was my real calling. I like cooking, but it's more because I like eating.”
Ian laughed, warming the room. With just the two of us, the uneasy tension was gone. “Need any help?”
“You want to help in the kitchen?” I asked. “That's not very manly.”
“What? A man can't be in the kitchen?” He opened his eyes in mock surprise. “I'm told a man who can cook is sexy.”
“As if you need any help in that department,” I retorted. He grinned.
“Besides, I was the best potato peeler in basic training.”
“Isn't potato peeling a punishment?” I asked, handing him a head of lettuce. “There's no potatoes in Caesar salad, unfortunately. Wash and chop, please.”
Ian winked and went to the sink while I finished the chicken and moved on to making the Cesar dressing. We worked together well. It felt comfortable and right to share a space with him.
The kitchen wasn't that big and we kept bumping into one another, or rather, Ian kept finding ways to touch me. First it was wrapping his arms around me while he opened a cabinet to look for the salad spinner, and then grazing my hips with his fingers as he reached for a bowl. His every touch drove me wild.
After several minutes of us playing in the kitchen, I had the meal mixed and prepped in a bowl.
“Dinner!” I called out. No reply from either parent. I had a feeling that they weren't exactly ready to eat with one another and would rather starve than be in the same room.
“I guess it's just you and me,” I said, looking out at the empty house. There was no noise coming from either the bedroom or the office.
“Like it should be,” Ian replied. I looked over at him to see his eyes darken with desire. He took a step toward me and my back pressed against the counter. I wished he would just pick me up and take me right there. I wanted him to fuck my brains out on the kitchen counter.
I grinned at the thought. That would be hot as hell, especially with the parents due to come out at any moment. Judging from the bulge in his pants, Ian was thinking something similar. He leaned over, pressing his strong body against my small one. I loved how I felt small and feminine with him.
I inhaled his scent, taking a big breath as he reached over my head and grabbed two bowls from the cabinet. If anyone had walked out, they would have just thought he was being helpful, but I could feel his desire radiating from every inch of him.
“Want to eat upstairs?” he asked, that wicked half-grin filling his face. “Those two can eat whenever they decide to emerge, but I'm hungry now.”
The way he said “hungry” and “now” had my body trembling with desire. He certainly wasn't talking about food.
“Yes,” I whispered, unable to coax any other words out of my lust-filled brain.
He grinned and handed me a bowl. I quickly loaded it up, wanting to get upstairs and to his room as quickly as possible without alerting attention. Until they were officially separated, we had to keep this a secret.
Chapter Three
I followed him to the back door and around the house to the stairs up to his room. I paused for a moment, thinking of both our parents still inside the house. There was no way for them to figure this out, right? I thought, biting my lip.
They'll just assume the sounds are from someone else, I told myself. As long as they don't check my room and find me missing, it'll be fine. Even then, I could explain it away...
“You coming?” Ian asked, already at his door. There was so much heat in his voice that I know I couldn't say no, even if I had known for certain we were going to get caught. He was a drug and I was addicted.
I glanced around his room, taking it in again. His ACU's rested on top of his green duffel bag with the tan boots beside it. I tried not to look at it since all it did was remind me that he was leaving in just a few short weeks.
Ian placed his bowl on his desk and looked over at me. I nearly dropped mine I was so ready to jump into his arms, but I managed to set it down as well. I never got the chance to jump into his arms. By the time I lifted my eyes to look at him, he had already crossed the distance between us. His hands were on me immediately. My clothes hadn't fully dried from earlier, and everywhere he touched sent a reminder of my rescue through my mind.
His lips met mine in the kiss that I had desperately ached for since our parents had pulled up and interrupted us earlier. His kisses were hungry, as hungry as he had implied when we had been downstairs preparing food. I tasted the lingering flavor of Caesar salad as he kissed me, making my stomach rumble along with something much deeper inside of me.
I put my hands on his muscular chest, feeling those rock hard pectorals. All I wanted was to feel those muscles in action, poised over me, working hard to pump inside of me.
He pulled my hair to the side and began kissing down my neck. Every kiss was whisper soft and I moaned softly, my body aching to have him. He kept kissing as he found the zipper to my jeans, pulling it down and undoing the button.
I shimmied out of my shorts and panties, not wanting him to rip these ones as well. With a step back, I pulled my damp shirt up and over my head, tossing my hair once it was free.
Ian's eyes followed the curves of my body, growing darker with every moment. I could feel his need to have me, to take me as his, with just the heat of his gaze. No one had ever looked at me so lustfully, so eagerly. I had never thought of myself as beautiful, but when Ian looked at me like that, I felt like a divine goddess.
He quickly pulled his shirt up and over his head in the way only really hot guys could. I loved watching his biceps ripple with the motion, his pectorals tighten, and his abs harden. His arms were so well muscled from years of Army drills and workouts, I couldn't imagine him without them.
I kicked off my shoes, flinging them towards the door where they landed with a loud clunk. Ian gave me a disapproving look, but said nothing. He stepped closer again, looming over me with his strength and masculinity.
“God, you're beautiful,” he whispered reverently, tracing the bare curve of my shoulder down my arm with his finger. The feather-soft touch made me shiver and he grinned.
My body ached to feel him, to have him fill me with his life-giving seed. I reached my hands up, bringing his handsome face to mine for a kiss. I drank him in like oxygen. His taste and masculine sell filled my senses and drew forth a carnal need.
I rocked my naked hips against his shorts, feeling the growing erection pushing back. I shivered with pure desire. He put his hands on my hips and pushed me backwards to fall onto the bed. I fought him at first and he gave me a stern look. Ian liked to be in charge.
I grinned, reaching up behind me and unfastening my bra strap. I watched his eyes go wide as I tossed the bra to the floor with the rest of my clothes and stood in front of him completely naked. Then, I jumped backward, kicking my legs out into a freefall to land with a satisfying bounce on his bed.
“You are such a child sometimes,” Ian said, shaking his head, but he looked pleased.
“You like it,” I retorted, arching my back and displaying myself for his pleasure. He groaned slightly and pushed his pants down. His erection was huge and massive. I had to wonder how he ever managed to fit in me at all.
“Yes, yes I do,” he whispered, crawling up onto the bed toward me. “Now, hush, or Mom and Dad will hear us.”
I giggled, loving the naughtiness of it all. It was all the longing of high school without the unnecessary drama. It was going to be a struggle for me to be quiet, Ian knew how to make me moan, but I was going to try.
Ian lowered his head to my breast and opened his mouth hungrily. He found the nipple and gently caressed it with his tongue, sucking and playing with it until it was a hard, pink nub. His hand went to the other breast, cupping and squeezing it in his palm.
I moaned quietly, arching my hips for more of his touch. I needed to be filled, not just played with. Ian moved to straddle me, kissing my shoulders and collar bone once over me. His erection pressed into my leg, hard as rock and hot as fire. I dug my fingers into his hair as he continued to kiss my collarbone and breasts.
Slowly, he began kissing down from each breast, down toward my damp heat. With short, sweet kisses he traced the tan-line left from my swim bottoms. He breathed out, cooling the small, wet line across my skin and I shivered with anticipation.
With sensual slowness, he traced the length of my slit, from the top of my pubic bone down to my ass. The soft touch filled me with lust and I spread my legs wider to give him better access. He grinned that cocky grin I loved so much and ran his thumb across my my clit. It instantly swelled at his touch. He raised its little hood, pinching the delicate flesh between his pointer and middle finger and swirling a circle.
I bucked my hips and bit down on my wrist to keep from crying out at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Ian smiled and a low chuckle left his throat as he began working me toward a climax.
“Here, suck on this to keep you quiet,” Ian said, offering up his hand. At first I was reluctant to lose one of his hands giving me pleasure, but I slowly slipped his thumb into my mouth. He tasted slightly salty and the pad of his thumb was rough against my tongue.
He moaned softly as I started to suck, and I knew he was imagining me sucking on a different part of him. The idea thrilled me and I sucked harder. He redoubled his efforts on my lower half, rubbing his thumb across my opening. With every stroke of his fingers on my clit, he slid his thumb deeper and deeper inside of me.
I felt the dam holding my pleasure back break and a tsunami of sensation rush through me. Every inch of my skin felt trembled with fire and pleasure as I vibrated with bliss. He drove his thumb deep inside of me, feeling my muscles contract and spasm around him. I sucked hard on his thumb, desperate not to make any noise that might alert the people downstairs as to what we were doing.
I was still recovering from my orgasm as Ian stood and pulled my legs to the edge of the bed. He stood before me, his engorged cock right at eye level. I stroked him from the tip of the head down to the line between his balls. A small pearl of wetness leaked out as I gripped him at the base.
He groaned softly as I guided him into my mouth. I moved my head back and forth, sucking and moving my tongue, while my hand squeezed and pumped. I loved the little noise Ian made as he put his fingers in my hair and rocked his hips, losing himself to the pleasure I gave him.
When I felt like he was wet enough, I gave him one last thorough licking and then lay back on the bed. Ian quickly moved to between my legs, positioning his cock at my dripping hole. With wonderful pressure, he pushed himself into me, filling me completely. My inner muscles tightened around him, trying to draw him in further. I had no idea how he managed to fit in me every time, but god, did I love the sensation of fullness he gave me.
He began to rock in and out, slow at first but quickening as he found a pattern. I wrapped my legs around his waist, using my own strength to help him pump ever deeper into me. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head so that he was in complete c
ontrol. I whimpered and he leaned down to kiss me, keeping me quiet.
“Shhh,” he whispered, thrusting deep just to make me moan again. “Mom and Dad will hear you. You don't want them to catch us.”
I didn't know what to do with such a naughty idea. On the one hand, I was terrified they really would catch us and be horrified, but on the other, I loved how naughty we were being. It was like pulling a prank and not getting caught. The thrill of it made my body heat. I loved riding the edge of danger.
I arched my back, tempting him to groan with pleasure. He pressed harder on my wrists and slammed into me.
“You naughty little thing,” he groaned, pleasure twisting his face. Desire seared through me, as though my bones were made of burning coal, and I lifted my hips again. Ian let go of my wrists, moving his hands to my waist and grabbing hold.
There was no stopping him now, no holding back. He thrust hard and fast, no longer concentrating on my pleasure, but focused entirely on his own. Luckily for me, I loved his pleasure almost as much as he did. I bit my arm to keep from crying out, but every thrust brought me closer to my own orgasm.
I didn't know if I was quiet or not. I could no longer concentrate on my own sounds. However, I did hear Ian groan as he pushed deep inside me. He somehow grew even more within me and his body seized and then released.
The flood of hot white ropes hitting my inner walls was enough to push me into my own orgasm. I followed him over the brink of oblivion, biting my wrist to keep from screaming his name. I felt every splash of his semen against my fertile womb as he spasmed again and again within me. I couldn't help but scream around my own arm as we came together.
He continued to fill me until his knees buckled. He sagged against the bed, flopping down beside me completely spent and gasping for air. I could barely get enough oxygen in myself. I had no idea how he could do this to me every time. How he could make my body feel so much.
Downstairs a cabinet slammed shut. Ian stilled beside me for a moment, both of us listening intently to the noises downstairs. A moment later, there was another cabinet door slamming, and then the familiar slam of a bedroom door.
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