How was I going to prove to her that I had changed if I allowed us to have sex the first night I arrived? I had to keep away from her. It was imperative. How else did I show her that while I desired her madly, I wanted all of her?
But how was I going to be able to resist her? Just the feel of her lips against my cheek and ear, and I had been ready to get her under me, my cock rock hard.
We hadn’t even kissed since I had returned. I didn’t dare, since the only time we had ever kissed I had been hard and ready within minutes of our lips touching. I thought if we didn’t kiss, if we stayed away from each other, I could do this, I could refrain from sex with her.
Watching her tonight, I wasn’t so sure. The only thing that was apparent to me is there was something between Steph and I. Something much bigger than I had originally thought, something I didn’t want to lose.
I thought about having sex with Steph, and I cringed. I could never have just sex with Steph. I had sex with nameless other women throughout my adult life. With Steph, I was very much afraid it would be much deeper than just sex. Sex was a way to relieve sexual urges. It was basic, and it served a purpose. Just like masturbation relieved sexual urges.
Sex alone with Steph wouldn’t be enough. Sure, I wanted to find release inside her body. I dreamt of how good it would be, night after long night. But I wanted to please her more. I needed to find out what turned her on, what made her happy, what made her who she was.
But if I didn’t get a handle on my responses to her, if I didn’t get myself in control, I was afraid I would buckle under the pressure.
“Another beer?” the bartender Steve interrupted my thoughts, watching as he took my glass away. How many beers had I had? Was I trying to get so drunk, I wouldn’t be able to function in bed with her?
Hell, I wasn’t even sure too much alcohol would make a difference. I was hard, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.
“Yeah, and I think it’s time for another shot of tequila,” I requested with a brief smile.
He gave me a stare, and then turned around to get my order. I wondered what he thought of me, obviously here because of Steph. She had introduced us after we left the storage room. I found it interesting she introduced me as her friend Davis, not her stepbrother.
Neither of us thought of the other as brother or sister, so why use those name tags? Just because our parents met and fell in love, that had nothing to do with Steph and I. It just meant that because of that, we were introduced, and had spent some time together.
But we had never called each other sis or brother. I had only thought of her as a nice girl that I occasionally saw when I came home. It had never been me lying in my bed at night thinking about her.
No, that had come years later. I couldn’t even remember ever looking at her in a sexual way, other than a passing thought that she was cute or pretty. She had always been too young to even think of in a sexual way, until that night, when she became the stuff of my fantasies.
“Here you go,” Steve said, setting down the beer and the golden liquid of the tequila.
Steve didn’t move away this time. Probably because the bar was starting to slow down, the evening winding down.
“You know, you’re the first friend of Steph’s that I have met. I was getting worried she had no one,” Steve murmured, bending his head, and washing glasses in a sink below the bar.
“She is a very independent woman. Her move here was surprise to all of us,” I said, not going into who all of us were. I lifted the tequila, shooting it down and drink it in one gulp. The burn of the fiery liquid caused me to sit up.
“Yeah, she definitely is independent. A woman that decides to remodel her bathroom, and yet had never done that type of work before,” Steve said shaking his head.
“She did it all herself?” I asked in wonder. I knew the bathroom looked new but I assumed her landlord must have done the work before she moved in.
“Well, Dalton was there. He helped her with the heavy stuff.”
I felt myself stiffen. Steph had introduced me to Dalton too, the other bartender, but it was a brief introduction. Neither he nor I had much to say to one another.
Finding out that lothario had been in Steph’s apartment caused remorse to set in. No way that guy hadn’t put the moves on Steph, I thought skeptically. This was partly my fault, I knew. I felt responsible for her moving to Savannah, responsible for pushing her away from me and right into the arms of another man.
If I hadn’t been so stupid, she wouldn’t have moved from Atlanta. She wouldn’t have met that loser. I picked up my beer, taking a large sip. I looked over at Dalton, and he clearly had his sights on a blonde, who had been hanging around the bar for the last hour.
She seemed to hang on his every word, and as he worked, her eyes followed him. She kind of reminded me of myself, and how I probably looked, watching Steph all night.
“He seems to get around,” I said to Steve, a jerk of my head in Dalton’s direction.
Steve smiled, nodding. Obvious, he knew what I was referring to. “Dalton has never had a problem with the women,” Steve snickered. “The ladies always seem to be drawn to him.”
Steph came over at that moment, pressing her breasts against my back lightly. I felt the warmth of her breath at my neck, causing goose bumps to form. “Miss me,” she said huskily, and I felt my body’s immediate reaction.
“Yeah,” I said leaning my head back against hers.
“Another thirty minutes or less, and then we can go home,” she said running her hands down both of my arms. The tingles left in her hands wake made me want to groan aloud.
This whole evening had felt like foreplay, and I didn’t know how much more I could take. I needed to take a cold shower as soon as I walked in the door, I thought. That was my only hope of keeping my hands off of her.
I looked at my beer and grimaced. I had already drunk most of it, and my head was starting to spin. The alcohol had given me quite a buzz, and I did feel happy, but there was an underlying tension there too.
I was scared; scared to be alone with Steph; afraid of my inability to keep my hands off of her. Why was I even fighting it, an inner voice tempted? She wants it; she wants you. Maybe I could get her out of my system?
I turned away from those thoughts. I wouldn’t let alcohol or my raging hormones dictate my change of plans. I would stick to my plan to keep my hands off of her. Otherwise, wouldn’t I be jeopardizing our future together? Did I want to take that chance?
It wasn’t much later we arrived back at her apartment. It felt good to get out of that barstool and go out into the cool night air. It was still relatively mild out, but the fresh air felt reviving.
I was surprised when she grabbed my hand as we were walking back, holding it tight in her hand. It felt so damned good to be with her, and I looked forward to the next several days.
Once we were in her apartment, the front door shut and locked, I watched her with hooded eyes as she kicked off her shoes, padding to her bedroom in bare feet. I dare not follow her, I warned myself.
Instead, I sat on her couch, my back facing away from her, my head warring with myself, my body aching for her. I needed to take a cold shower, I reminded myself, gritting my teeth in frustration.
I kicked off my shoes, and stood, but when I turned around, she stood before me. When I looked down at what was in her hands, I could see a pair of panties and a white t-shirt.
“I need a shower,” she said huskily. “I promise I will be out shortly.”
I could only nod, my eyes intent on her.
She turned away, and went into the bathroom shutting the door behind her. As soon as she was gone, I groaned. Shit, no shower for me, I thought. I needed relief, contemplating jerking myself off. I only had ten to fifteen minutes. Already I could hear the shower running, and I stood there in indecision.
I wanted her, not the relief I would get by using my hand. Well Davis, I told myself, sometimes you don’t get what you want. With a sigh,
I pulled the t-shirt over my head, walking into her room. Setting the t-shirt on the dresser, I sat on the side of the bed and pulled off my socks, setting those on top of my shirt. Standing up, I unzipped my jeans, pulling them down and taking them off.
As I stepped out of them, I folded them and set them onto the dresser and made my way to the far side of the bed, keeping my boxer briefs on. I sat on top of the covers, my hand reaching between my legs. It wasn’t what I wanted, I thought to myself, but it was my only hope tonight, I thought grimly.
I was seduced by the sound of the water running, feeling I had several minutes after I heard the water turn off. Pulling down my boxer briefs, my cock sprang to full attention. As I wrapped my hand around the base, and began stroking upwards, I imagined her in the shower, naked and glistening with water. After looking at her all night, I could see her so clearly, my eyes closing, remembering her with that tight shirt she had on tonight. As I stroked faster, I thought of her breasts. I know they would be beautiful, imagining her nipples. Were they large or small? Dark or light?
As my hand started stroking faster, I am not sure why I opened my eyes, but I did. When I saw her standing in the doorway, watching me with a look of fascination on her face, I swear I almost starting coming right then. But the surprise of finding her watching me caused me to stop, mid-stroke.
“God Steph,” I groaned, reaching down to pull up the covers over my body.
I was stunned when I saw her turn, and walk out of the room. Shit! I thought. Shit, shit, shit! I had really blown it this time, I berated myself. Pulling up my boxers, thinking I had to go after her.
It was when I heard the shower turn off that I realized she had come to the room with the water still running, which is why I hadn’t realized she had left the bathroom. Why did she do that?
That’s when she returned, wearing just a long white t-shirt with a picture of a kitten on front. She hesitated for a half a second before she walked in the room, stopping by the other side of the bed.
I looked up to see her face, and I groaned at the look of pure desire on her face. She pressed a knee into the mattress, facing me, never breaking eye contact with me. Her breasts pressed against the white fabric, and I swear I could see the darkness of her nipples through the fabric. They looked button hard and I closed my eyes at the temptation that was all Steph.
When she came closer, I searched for the words to say to her.
“You weren’t supposed to see that. God, why did you leave the shower running?” I said achingly.
She was next to me now, her eyes large; the brown depths seemingly bottomless. “I thought I would leave the water on, for your shower,” she whispered.
As if against her better instincts, she reached out, pressing both of her hands against my chest. The feel of her hands on my body caused me to wince, my cock so hard and aching, any stimulation and I was a goner.
I took her hands, saying urgently, “We can’t.”
She was leaning into me, her face getting closer to mine. “I ache,” she said hoarsely.
I could only watch as she bridged the gap, knowing that I couldn’t fight this attraction. I couldn’t fight her desire and my desire both.
I wanted to give in to the desire, I did. But I tried one last time. “I want to be inside you in the worst way,” I said hoarsely, “but I can’t. And besides, I didn’t bring any condoms.”
Her face looked surprised, but her eyes were blazing and I could tell she was gripped by the same desire that was running through me.
“I’m not on the pill,” she admitted unwillingly.
The sense of utter frustration overcame me and I closed my eyes in agony when I felt her pulling down the covers.
I was thankfully I had pulled my underwear up, so that when the covers were removed, I was covered, although it was obvious how thoroughly aroused I was.
When I opened my eyes, I saw her reaching down for me, and I tried to dissuade her. “Baby, I am already so close.”
It didn’t seem to stop her as she placed her hand on top of my already raging cock.
“Let me help you,” she whispered, her hand stroking me awkwardly through the fabric.
The heat of her hand through the fabric caused my breathing to accelerate, and I couldn’t believe her. She looked so sexy, her bottom lip held hostage by her teeth as her brow furrowed, her concentration centered on me.
I am not sure if it was the amount of alcohol I had consumed or the look on her face, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted my hips off the bed, and pulled down my briefs, releasing my cock from its prison.
Her eyes became slumberous as her teeth released her bottom lip, and she touched me with her bare hand, petting it like she would a cat.
I watched her raise her eyes to mine, a pleading look there. “Show me what you like,” she gasped out, her breathing starting to come in pants.
“Wrap your hand around me,” I said huskily, and then moaned when she followed my instructions. “Yes baby, now stroke up.”
I wanted to be inside of her, ached to fill her with my cock, but watching her play with me was driving me crazy, I was going to fantasize about this for a long time, I thought, as pleasure rippled through me causing me to shake.
I am not sure if she was nervous or lacked experience, but I had to groan, wrapping my hand around hers, showing her what gave me pleasure. She eagerly took over, her strokes coming faster as her confidence grew.
I was grunting as the pleasure built. When she bent down, and lowered her head, the feel of her hair trailing over my lap felt so good, but nothing compared to her lips closing over the tip of my cock, her tongue stroking me, circling around me before her lips slid down my length.
“Oh God Steph,” I moaned brokenly, tugging on her head until her mouth released me and she wrapped her hand around me stroking upward. It was all it took. The tingles in the base of my cock signaling my complete loss of control, erupting as I convulsed, pleasure suffusing me. Her hand captured the moisture, as her thumb gently stroked me as I came off the most mind blowing orgasm I had ever felt.
It took me long moments before I could move. I felt her leave the bed and heard her in the bathroom, but still I lay there, consumed by an emotion I couldn’t define.
CHAPTER 8-STEPH
I climbed back into bed, looking at Davis, naked and sprawled on the bed. His face looked so relaxed and he looked younger, his satisfaction apparent. I had never done anything like that before, but the sense of satisfaction I felt, giving him such pleasure, caused my heart to contract.
I wanted to keep giving him pleasure, determined to discover what turned him on. I couldn’t resist him and found myself snuggling up to him, stroking his chest.
When he rolled on his side, our eyes met. The emotion I could see there caused my breath to catch.
“You amaze me,” he whispered, reaching out to brush a lock of hair that had fallen forward over my forehead.
I blushed, suddenly shy, unsure how I should react.
“I thought if I didn’t kiss you, I could control myself around you,” he admitted to me in a whisper.
I had to chuckle, because we still hadn’t kissed. But even as I thought it, his mouth was lowering to mine, his lips gently touching mine, rubbing his hard lips over my softer ones, stroking me in a slow, seductive caress.
It was so different from our first kiss. This one was exploratory almost, but I sensed the pent up emotion in him. His tongue ran along my bottom lip, hot and wet, and I felt my breath quicken, opening my mouth to draw in much needed air.
His moan of pleasure vibrated against my lips and he hardened the kiss, causing me to open my mouth wider. His tongue took advantage, stroking inside my mouth, finding my tongue. I shuddered, rubbing my tongue against his, excitement building.
That’s when I felt his hand traveling downward until he found the end of my t-shirt, his hand now working upward, underneath the soft fabric. When he stroked my stomach, I shuddered, the feel of his hand where I was so sens
itive. But he only stopped there momentarily before creeping further up. I felt my nipples tingle, anticipating his hands there. He didn’t let me down. No, his hands zeroed in and when I felt his hands covering both my breasts, I quivered at the sensation, and then moaned uncontrollably when his thumb rubbed against my sensitive nipples.
“Let me see you baby,” he groaned against my mouth, lifting his head while his hands pulled the fabric up and over my head. I saw him toss the shirt to the floor, wondering why I even bothered putting it on, as my eyes turned to watch him.
He seemed to stop, looking down at my breasts. “I knew you would be beautiful,” he gasped out before his mouth lowered down, his tongue hot as it stroked over my turgid nipples.
I had to grab the back of his head then, as pleasure washed over me, causing me to arch my back. “Oh please,” I begged, the feel of his tongue, so hot and wet, stroking my sensitive nipple causing a ribbon of feeling zinging to the pulse beating between my legs.
When he moved over to my other breast, he sucked my nipple strongly in his mouth, I moaned, squeezing my legs together. The sensations caused the pulse between my legs to beat more insistently, the ache there intensifying.
I lifted my hips in a silent plea, while holding his head to my breast.
I was so focused on his mouth and the pleasure he was giving me, I was startled when I felt one of his hands slip inside my panties.
“Open your legs for me, baby,” he said hoarsely against my nipple, and I acquiesced with a gasp.
When his palm was over the top of my sex, his fingers trailed between my legs, and I could feel the moisture there. I was gripped with an excitement that I couldn’t contain, thrusting my hips up, needing his hand on me.
But nothing could prepare me for his palm pressing down, and the shooting pleasure that caused. I groaned; the sensation of his mouth on my nipple and his hand pressing against the pulse that beat between my legs, I felt my legs begin to shake.
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