Off Limits: A Stepbrother MMA Romance

by Harper, Callie

  Grabbing my other leg, he draped it over his shoulder like the other one, tilting my pelvis up to him so he could fuck me even harder. He clasped my wrists in one hand and pushed them into the bed above my head, pinning me there, making me feel every inch claimed, owned, his. He slammed into me again and again, rocking into me, taking all of me, relentless, fierce.

  I could feel him clenching, tensing, his breathing growing harsher. His shaft grew even bigger in me, stretching me even further, almost to the point of pain, right there where it hurt so good it made me come again. I came on his cock, shuddering, screaming, right when he started to come again. This time I could feel all of it, his thick hot come spurting deep inside me.

  “Jewel,” he howled, primal, pumping his come into my core.

  It drove me even further over the edge, feeling him bare, taking in his seed, and he thrust into me, guttural deep groans coming from his throat.

  “Tuck!” I screamed, legs up over his shoulders, wrists pinned over my head, taking in every last drop of his come and never wanting him to stop.

  CHAPTER 24

  Tuck

  Jewel and I started fucking all over the house like rabbits. I fucked her in the laundry room, up against the wall like I’d fantasized about doing the other day. We fucked in my bedroom, in her bedroom, on the floor, in the closet, sometimes making it all the way to the bed. We fucked in my car in the garage. We even fucked in the bathroom between our two bedrooms, down in the Jacuzzi tub. I’d drawn us a bath and soaped up a washcloth, then played with every inch of her, from the tips of her toes to the small of her back to that place on her neck she loved me to suck. We’d held back for so long, denying, blocking, diverting. Now that we’d set ourselves free we went at it like a fucking wildfire.

  Our parents were in town the whole time. We didn’t care, we grew reckless in our need, consumed. I was weeks away from independence anyway, and I’d been ready to walk for a long time now. She’d gone from good girl, all rules and regulations, to wild, jumping me, licking me, reaching for my cock, riding me with abandon.

  Tuesday night after I’d showered off from the gym, I was about to go find Jewel and she found me instead. Without a word, she slipped into my room and climbed on me like she’d been thinking about me all day, like she couldn’t stand another second without touching me. Off went the jeans I’d just slipped into. No briefs, I’d gone commando, so I was up and ready, sprung into action for her. She straddled me, impaling her soaking wet pussy on my thick tool, riding me like she couldn’t bare not to. She rutted her hips against me, making my cock explode in her once, then a second time, her legs wrapped around me, her hands fisted in my hair, clawing my back, always needing more.

  We didn’t talk about this summer ending, even though we didn’t have much more time. At the end of next week Jewel would finish up her internship and head back to college. I didn’t ask what had gone on with Mike this summer, even though I wondered. And we didn’t address the biggest elephant in the room, the whole related-by-marriage bullshit. We just fed off of each other like we’d been starving in the desert and finally the doors were opened to a feast.

  My father seemed to spend a lot of time out of the house. Candice did, too, and when she was home she typically set up camp poolside with a large pitcher of drinks for one. They were wrapped in whatever unhappy shit was happening in their lives. When they were around, Jewel and I were like starving beasts, pawing the ground and staring at each other, counting the seconds until we could rip and tear each other’s clothes off and suck and lick and fuck. Good thing they weren’t around that often.

  In the kitchen Wednesday morning, my father was sipping his coffee and reading the Wall Street Journal online. Jewel was fixing her berries and yogurt. At the sink, I whispered to her, “Tonight, wear heels, no panties.”

  She blushed and darted a look at Leland, but he just sat there sipping his coffee, not noticing a thing.

  Back from the gym that evening I found her in the pantry, looking for a box of pasta wearing 4-inch heels and a short skirt. Christ, I nearly came from the sight of her, those long shapely legs, those high, round tits. I’d only seen her in heels a few times before and they’d been nothing like these fuck-me shoes. The front was a lattice of black straps, the base was hot lipstick pink. Trashy, sexy, nasty heels.

  “I didn’t know you owned those.” I stepped into the pantry, shirtless, my athletic shorts hanging off of my hips. She’d shown real dexterity with getting me out of my shorts over the last couple of days. I enjoyed her skills.

  “Do you like them?” There was that inexperienced shyness, a flush of pleasure stealing over her pale skin. This girl drove me wild.

  “Uh huh.” I stepped closer, already visualizing all the things I could do to her while she wore those heels. Force her legs apart, standing jacked up on them, while I ate her out. Fling them up and over my shoulders, heels in the air, my hands cupped under her ass as I pounded her pussy.

  “I bought them today,” she confessed. “For you.” Oh, she loved to please me. My cock stood right at attention.

  Close now, I scented her, dipping my head down into her hair, along her throat. Whispering huskily into her ear, I told her, “I’m going to fuck you in these heels.”

  “My mom might hear us,” she whispered. I much preferred the protests she offered now. She’d gone from “we can’t” to “we need to go somewhere where I can scream my lungs out when I come.” Because I always made her come, sometimes over and over again. Obsessive, crazed, possessive, sure I was all those things and I put them to good use. Reaching a hand under her jaw, I circled my fingers around her slender throat, stroking, claiming, dipping my mouth down to lick.

  “Then you’d better keep quiet and do exactly what I say,” I warned her. She shivered at my whispered words, her eyes closing in surrender. I issued a low command, “Put your hands down on the counter.”

  Trembling, she complied, moving her gorgeous ass against my groin, pressing into my hard-on as she turned around. She bent over like a good girl, placing her palms against the marble countertop.

  I stepped back to get a better look. Slipping the waistband of my shorts down, I sprung my cock free, thick and turgid, veins running its length. With my hand on its hard steel, I looked at her standing there, ready for me, assuming the position so eagerly.

  “Spread your legs, baby.” I stroked my full nine inches as she spread her thighs, moving her feet far apart in those fuck-me heels. She shook slightly in anticipation, need. She knew how rough I could be and she loved it, just like I’d known she would. I’d never felt a connection this intense. It was like we were wired directly for each other.

  One hand still on my shaft, I used the other to flip up her skirt, baring her naked, perfect ass to me.

  “You followed my instructions. No panties.” I praised her, stroking her soft cheeks, feeling her melt to my touch, hearing the soft crooning sounds she started to make in response to my attentions. Dipping a finger down, I found her sex, already hot and dripping for me. My perfect stepsister, beneath that buttoned-down exterior, a horny sex slave in the making. I stared to finger fuck her as I stroked my dick, moving my hands in the same rhythm.

  “Better be quiet, now,” I warned her as she started moaning, pressing into my hand, arching her lower back. She whimpered, straining, her long legs on top of those bad-girl heels. Her sex quivered and trembled at my touch, dripping wet, begging for more. I brought my cock to her and started sliding my length along her folds, not inside but against her slick petals, bumping up against her clit with my tip.

  She hissed and clutched at the cold marble, clawing it in need.

  “Take your tits out,” I growled. I wanted them bare, smashed against the cold marble. She needed it, too. She complied, quickly, not even taking off her shirt, just pulling it up and yanking her bra down, letting those big, gorgeous tits of hers spill free.

  “That’s it. Now down like I told you.” She assumed the position again, now with her b
reasts out on the cold, hard surface. She moaned and writhed, shoving her ass and pussy at me.

  “Brace yourself,” I warned her. “I’m going to fuck you hard.” She gasped, arching her ass up in anticipation.

  “Better keep quiet,” I reminded her again. Then I rammed into her, sinking my thick cock all the way into her tight, hot, quivering cunt. I could feel her almost come just from that, the initial shock and assault, how deep my full nine inches filled her. I didn’t give her a second to adjust. I was a ruthless brute. I needed to dominate. I grabbed onto her hips and started to fuck, pumping my steel into her over and over, her ass jiggling and shaking, her legs quivering in her heels.

  She started mewling and moaning, her eyes closed, losing a sense of where we were. I didn’t even care at this point if our parents heard, but I liked making her behave, giving her something to work on, something to do to please me.

  “You’re getting loud, you little slut.” I spanked her ass hard and she came as I did it, shuddering and violently bucking against me. She loved it when I talked dirty, my sweet straight-A stepsister. I clapped my hand firmly over her mouth while she clenched her pussy around my cock. I couldn’t hold back, not any longer, and I pumped my hot load deep into her, pounding and pounding into her again and again like a firehose, with her shuddering and twisting against me.

  I liked those heels.

  §

  The next night we were in her bed, awake at 2 a.m. She’d already come in my mouth and on my cock. I had more in store for her before the night was over, but we were taking a breather, lying together in the full moonlight coming in through her window. In the pale, ghostly light she looked like a renaissance painting, all luscious curves and feminine swells and softness.

  With one finger I traced a word on her skin. She had to guess what I was writing.

  “Wine?” she guessed, scrunching her face up as if trying to decipher a code.

  “You’re terrible at this, Red,” I teased, tracing the letters again across her smooth, flat stomach. I didn’t mind if she took her time getting it right, as long as I got to keep touching her.

  “Oh, I know.” She smiled at me. “Mine.”

  “Now you’ve got it.” I traced the letters again, wanting to mark her so everyone could know. She belonged to me.

  “My turn.” She sat up and leaned over my back. I could feel her breasts brush against my skin, soft and swaying. My cock twitched, already eager for more. The feel of her fingers playing across my skin, light, teasing, I could lie there for hours. As long as I could also fuck her senseless afterwards.

  “You’re supposed to guess what I’m writing,” she reminded me, laughter in her voice.

  “Right, right.” What the hell was she trying to write on my back? “Mush,” I guessed.

  “No,” she swatted me, then brought her light fingers back to make swirls and lines against my skin. I took it back. This game wouldn’t last too much longer.

  “Fuck,” I guessed. No harm saying what was on my mind.

  “No.” She laughed. “Fight.” She dropped her mouth to where her fingers had been and kissed me, as if she couldn’t keep her mouth off of me. I knew how that felt. Flipping over, I drew her to me, her breasts splaying out soft across the hard wall of my chest.

  “Fight, huh?” I took her mouth with my own, hungrily sweeping my tongue into hers, plundering her. She met me with just as much intensity, kissing me back, breathless.

  Settling her ear over the beating of my heart, she lay against me and asked, “Do you have another one coming up?”

  “Another what?” All of the blood in my body was rushing to my hard-on, pounding, throbbing, needing.

  “Another fight.” Her fingers drifted lazily along my chest. “I know you want to go pro. How’s that coming along?”

  Right, my one and only goal of the summer. I’d forgotten that. “I have a fight at the end of the month.”

  “So you’ll go pro after that?”

  I shrugged. “You never know. But I’ll keep at it until it happens.”

  “How does it happen? Do you, like, get invited and sign papers or something?”

  “There’s a bunch of moving parts, promoters and coaches and sponsors. There’s a bunch of clubs, too, but I want the UFC. Some of the smaller ones, you’re nothing but a piece of meat. I want the best match-ups against the best guys out there, the best training. I want to see what I can do. I need to do this right.”

  “You’re amazing.” She sighed, draping herself fully across my body, and man did she make me feel it. “Your dad would rather you play golf,” she added, surprising me.

  I gave a dry laugh. “Yeah.”

  “Or tennis.”

  “Crew,” I offered another preppy, country club sport.

  “Polo.” We both laughed. “When did you first get into fighting?” she asked.

  I shrugged again, stroking her long, silky hair. “I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t into it.” Some of my earliest memories revolved around fighting. “We used to have a housekeeper who had a little boy a few years older than me,” I found myself reminiscing. “He and I would wrestle and play sword-fighting with sticks we found in the yard.”

  “That sounds like fun.” I could feel her smile against my chest.

  “Yeah,” I agreed. “Then my father fired her. Said she wasn’t doing a good job. I think he thought her son was a bad influence on me.”

  We lay together, caressing, stroking, not needing to say anything. She got me, she got my father, in a way no one ever had.

  “You’re about to go back to school,” I finally said. I didn’t mean to say it, it simply came out. It was on my mind a good deal, though I didn’t know what to do about it.

  “I don’t want to think about that,” she quickly replied.

  “You don’t want to go?”

  “I don’t know what I want,” she whispered, sounding small and slightly sad.

  “I know what you want,” I nuzzled her and brought a large hand down to pull gently on her nipple, just a soft tug, a whisper of what I could do to her. She responded, her nipple stiffening under my fingers, her lips parting. “You want this.” I teased her nipple softly, brushing it lightly with my fingers. She was so fun to torment. She liked it rough. Soft and sweet just got her frustrated. She wanted me to claim her like an animal.

  Whining, she pressed her breast into my hand. I wouldn’t give it to her. I liked watching her pant, agitated, her ribs standing out under her full, lush tits, her breathing growing labored. So soft, so gentle, I stroked her. Until I didn’t, pressing my finger and thumb together, I pinched her tender nipple hard, rolling it, merciless.

  “Ah!” she groaned, shuddering, biting down on her lip with the pain and pleasure lapping right behind it. I bent down to take her nipple into my mouth, licking it lightly, sucking it and she shuddered. I decided it was time to get the answer to my question: could I make Jewel come just from playing with her tits?

  I turned her over, making her lie outstretched along me, her back pressed against my front.

  “Bring your hands up to my shoulders,” I ordered. She dutifully stretched up her arms, cupping my broad shoulders, leaving her tits naked and exposed, up for my pleasure in the moonlight. “Keep them there,” I commanded.

  Hands on her tits, cupping, stroking, pulling, I worked her. I pinched her nipples when she was begging for it, hurting her sensitive tips for a second until she gasped and quivered and then I let go, sweet and caressing again. My cock pressed hard into her ass cheeks, fit into the crevice right between them, and she started pressing her buttocks back into me, rhythmic, moving her hips and pelvis. Her pussy got so wet her juices started seeping out, lubricating my shaft as it moved in and out between her ass cheeks.

  “Ah!” She arched under my hands, pressing her breasts into my palms, keeping her hands up at my shoulders like I’d told her. “Tuck!” She moved her ass over my cock, wiggling, thrusting.

  “Do you want to come, Jewel?” I aske
d her, low and husky in her ear. She started to pant, eyes closed.

  “Open your eyes. I want you to watch me play with your tits.” She opened them as I’d instructed, looking down at my huge hands on her creamy, pale, soft mounds. I teased her aching, throbbing nipples as she thrust them up, begging for more.

  “I’m going to pinch your nipples, Jewel,” I told her and she whimpered in anticipation, her breath coming in short, jagged puffs. “I know you need that,” I said, coaxing her, “don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she cried out, humping my cock with her ass, the lube from her pussy making it slick.

  “You want me to pinch your nipples hard, baby?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, so close.

  “When I do it, are you going to come for me?”

  “Ah! Oh!” She needed it so badly, was nearly insane with it, right on the brink.

  I brought my thick, calloused fingers down to her pointed, sensitive tips and squeezed, pinching them hard, pulling on them. “Come,” I growled in her ear and she did as she was told, pumping my cock furiously with the crack of her ass while she orgasmed, mewling and bucking and writhing against me. We didn’t get to sleep for a long time after that.

  §

  Friday I got home on the later side, around seven o’clock though it was still light out, the first week of August. A promoter had been at the gym talking to me about the business side of things. He said I needed a bigger social media presence, and I had no problem with that, that would come easy. Some of the guys I was meeting talked to me about the business side of things like I didn’t know what it entailed, like I didn’t understand what it meant to create your own brand. Or like I didn’t have a head for numbers.

  I guessed some of the fighters they dealt with didn’t. But with me, most of my failure in school had been the result of my deliberate choice not to succeed. Now, I was motivated. It wasn’t about getting an A to please my father. This was my shot, my chance to prove myself. I was going to do this.