Dirty Sext (Accidental Stepbrother Book 3)

by Stephanie Brother

  Should I eat something? I wondered. I’d skipped lunch, though I did eat some fruit in the afternoon. I didn’t really feel like eating, though, so I got up and headed to my room. I might as well just go to sleep. I didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, but maybe, after I showered, I could think on what to do about this problem.

  Ben was a smart kid. Maybe, when I explained things the right way, he would stop whatever he had planned if there was anything at all.

  In my bedroom, I started tugging off my clothes. I wondered if I shouldn’t take a bath instead, because a nice soak always made me feel relaxed. On the other hand, I couldn’t wait to get in bed and go to sleep, so maybe a shower would be better.

  I was about to head to the shower; the decision made when I heard a knock on my door. I made a sound of irritation as I grabbed a bathrobe and pulled it on, then went to the door. Still, I was curious. Aside from takeout deliveries, I didn’t get visitors to my doorstep, and today of all days, I wasn’t really in the mood to see anyone. I pulled the door open without checking who it could be and was surprised when I saw Ben on the other side of my door.

  Before I could think to ask what he was doing here, or even how he knew where I lived in the first place, he’d pushed his way inside. I backed away when he stepped forward, but he didn’t allow me to move far. With no hesitation, he grabbed me around the waist, his lips slanting over mine in a kiss as he slammed my door shut behind him.

  I gasped, eyes wide open as I stared at him, though he was blurry because he was way too close. Ben, not seeming to notice or care about my internal turmoil, whirled us around to press me against my door, tongue sliding between my parted lips, deepening the kiss.

  My hands rose up to lay my palms flat on his chest. I planned on pushing him away, so I could ask what he thought he was doing—even though it was very obvious. Then I felt his tongue roll over mine, and his hips rocked forward to press against me. I was startled to feel his erection nudging me through his pants, and instead of pushing him away, my hands clawed at his shirt until I was clutching at the soft fabric. Against my better judgment, my eyes fluttered shut, and I kissed him back, feeling my body light up.

  When he did break the kiss, all I could do was pant and try to catch my breath. All the protests I’d thought of had scattered away, and I was left there, dazed. I blinked my eyes and met his gaze. He was watching me with flushed cheeks and a smirk on his lips.

  “Hey, there,” he murmured, voice low and intimate. “Did you miss me?”

  What the fuck!

  I knew it before, but Ben was especially good-looking up close. No matter how much he annoyed me, that was the fact that I couldn’t deny, and with him looking at me like he wanted to devour me and saying that to me, I couldn’t deny the way my heart thumped in my chest either.

  Damn, it really had been a while for me. Even dazed, I knew I should put some distance between us, but I didn’t.

  “You’re already undressed,” he said, grinning as his eyes lowered to my body. “Nice of you to be so prepared, Angela. I was looking forward to stripping you, but I guess this is good, too.”

  I gaped at him, and he didn’t give me time to retort before he undid belt of my robe. I yelped as the sides of the bathrobe fell open and revealed my naked body to him. I went to catch it and cover myself, but Ben grabbed both my hands by the wrist.

  He lifted both my hands and held them in one of his above me, and my back arched with the movement, causing the robe to fall aside, exposing one of my breasts.

  “Ben,” I started. I wasn’t even sure myself what I was going to say, with that heated gaze directed at my bared breast, but he didn’t give me a chance to speak.

  His head ducked down, and he kissed my nipple. I gasped, and he did it again, and again. My body trembled as he stuck out his tongue to lick my nipple, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking on it, hard.

  “Oh!”

  Just like that, my legs felt weak, as pleasure travelled through my body and down between my legs. He did his best to brace me against the door with his body, bowing his back in a way that looked uncomfortable to keep teasing my nipple.

  “Ben!”

  His chest rumbled, and he looked up from my chest. I whimpered, the sight only serving to get me even more excited.

  When he saw I was no longer resistant, he released my hands. He pushed the robe aside as he stood at his full height to get a better look at my body. I felt my cheeks burn as he stared at me. Again, I went to hide and wrapped my arms around myself, but he once again caught them and moved them to the side.

  “Stop doing that,” he ordered casually. “Your body is absolutely beautiful, Angela. Why are you trying to hide it?”

  I bit my lip but couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I took care of myself, but there was nothing anyone could do about age. My body wasn’t quite what it was a decade ago.

  Ben sighed as he cupped my breasts in his hands, pushing them up as he ducked his head down once more. He kissed both nipples before rising up again to meet my eyes.

  “I’ll play with you later,” he murmured. “There’s something else I really want right now.”

  His hands landed on my waist, before slowly sliding down. My breath hitched as I looked into his eyes, and I was distracted enough that it surprised me when his hands caught me by the back of my thighs and lifted me up, and my arms wrapped tight around his neck. He stepped closer, his body pressing mine against the door, as he wrapped my legs around his hips.

  He kissed me again, one of his hands gripping my thigh as his other hand slid between our bodies. He quickly undid his pants and shoved them down his thighs. I gasped, hands clenching in his shirt when I felt his cock between my thighs. He shifted his hips, lifting me up a little higher against the door, his cock nudging and pushing, sliding over my clit before he was filling me up.

  “Fuck!” I cursed, head falling back against the door. My walls fluttered around his cock, the intrusion feeling both foreign and welcome. It had been so long, and he was almost too big. I ached, but it was the good kind of ache, the feeling of his hard cock stretching me open. I flexed my legs, hooking my ankles together, and it caused him to shift inside me, making me gasp some more.

  Ben groaned, burying his head in my neck as he moved his hips. He didn’t hold back at all, fucking me hard and fast. I cried out, my back banging against the door and causing it to rattle with every thrust. If anyone passed by outside, unless they were really innocent, they would know exactly what was going on.

  I couldn’t make myself care.

  “Faster,” I gasped, digging my nails into his back. “Oh fuck, Ben, fuck me faster, harder, do it…”

  Words fell out of my mouth as I urged him on, my body squirming as I tried to push back to get him to do what I wanted, to get him deeper, even though he went deep inside me with every one of his thrusts already. It just didn’t feel enough.

  I wanted more, and I told him so. The words were half incoherent, but he must have understood me.

  Ben groaned, kissing my neck and shoulders, nipping my skin as he did his best to meet my needs. He wrapped his arm around my waist, arching my hips against his as he fucked in short, fast jabs, and I could feel him get deeper, so deep it almost hurt.

  My body shuddered

  “That’s right,” he breathed against my jaw, groaning. “Just like that, Angela. Fuck. Keep begging, baby.”

  I whined, hugging myself to him, breath coming out in sharp, ragged gasps and pants. I felt a bit too short of breath for talking, but I still tried, begging for him to let me come, it had been so long dammit!

  A shiver worked its way down my spine. Pleasurable tingles were spreading all over my body, starting from that spot between my thighs where we were connected. Then, I let out a strangled scream as the orgasm hit me and left my body a shuddering mess. With a louder groan, Ben climaxed right behind me, and I could feel his cock pulse as he released inside me. He groaned the most sensual sound of pure abandon as he cam
e inside me, sending more trembles through my body.

  My body was slow to calm down, and I went limp in his arms. Ben’s body felt heavier against me as he held me tight, and it was a little uncomfortable, especially as I tried to catch my breath, but at least I didn’t have to worry about him dropping me.

  “I don’t think I can walk,” I blurted out.

  Ben was silent for a moment, before barking out a breathless laugh.

  “Show me where your bedroom is,” he said, sounding amused, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I’ll carry you.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Ben

  I lay in Angela’s bed, holding her in my arms. A part of me was still in disbelief that I was here, but I didn’t plan to leave anytime soon. I hadn't meant to fuck her against the door the moment I walked in, but it was hard to hold back when she opened the door dressed in nothing but a robe. She must have tied it really quickly, too, because she didn’t seem to notice the front was gaping open, exposing her pale flesh.

  When I left my dorm room, I had a plan. I was going to seduce her, and I figured I would at least use words. Well, this was fine, too.

  “Why did you come here?”

  I blinked my eyes open and looked down at Angela, who had her face buried in my chest. I sighed as I buried my face in her hair and gave her a quick kiss.

  “Do you really need to ask why I came here?”

  I’d carried her into the bedroom, and besides slipping off my shoes, we were both still mostly dressed. Her robe wasn’t properly wrapped around her, and my cock was still hanging out, but I didn’t feel like moving just yet. It was ridiculous that she was even asking when it was pretty obvious.

  “Fine,” she said after a pause. “I don’t need you to say why, but this is wrong, you know.”

  I chuckled, holding her tighter. “It feels so right, though.”

  She didn’t retort, so I assumed she agreed with me.

  “We won't be interrupted if I spend the night, right? Any friends or… partner that I should know about?”

  I frowned, feeling a little annoyed at the thought of her having someone else. While I liked to think I was open-minded, I didn’t like to share, and I tended to be exclusive in my relationships. If I didn’t have enough interest in someone to stop me from looking at someone else, then I didn’t bother holding onto those relationships, like with Sandra. There was no ring on Angela’s finger, I’d checked. That didn’t mean she couldn’t have a boyfriend. She was a beautiful woman.

  Angela snorted, though I didn’t think it was out of amusement.

  “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” she said, voice sarcastic. “I’ve been divorced for a while now, and I lost both my husband and my friends when the whole thing got finalized, so I usually just stay at home by myself.” she paused and hummed. “Actually, it’s why I moved back to New York, so you’re the only person I’ve had in this apartment since I moved in.”

  I smiled. Not because she’d just admitted that she was alone, but that she wasn’t seeing anyone. Friends weren’t always that reliable. If the old ones abandoned you or betrayed you, all you had to do was find new ones. I’d been through it enough times myself, with people approaching me because they knew my family had wealth. I didn’t take it to heart, because I didn’t expect anything from most of them, anyway.

  “What about you?”

  “What about me?”

  “Sandra?” She prompted, right eyebrow raised.

  “If you’re worried about her, you don’t have to be. We went on a few dates, but I made it clear to her that there’s no longer anything between us. And if what bothers you is that she might suspect something, then don’t worry, because she doesn’t.”

  She went silent for a moment, and I grinned as I rolled us over, so I lay above her.

  “There’s also no need to worry about your lack of friends. You won’t be needing anyone besides me for a long while.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Who do you think you are, huh?”

  I smirked. “The man that just fucked you senseless?”

  Angela had nothing to say to that.

  I undid the buttons of my shirt and shoved my slacks, briefs, and shorts off. Angela just lay back and stared at me, mouth falling open as she stared at my chest and abs before her eyes moved lower. I grinned, kneeling in front of her. I’d turned the lights in her room on, so she had a clear view of me.

  “See something you like?” I teased.

  I was very serious when it came to a meeting, so I knew my body looked good from plenty of workouts to keep in shape.

  She pursed her lips, and was still for some seconds, before she lifted her hands and placed them on my chest, slowly running them over my pecs, then down, tracing my abs.

  I cursed, moving her hands aside as I lowered my body on top of hers, parting her thighs with my knees.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” I commanded, leaning down to nip at her jaw.

  Angela gasped, body squirming in delight when I pressed my growing erection against her sex. I rolled my hips, nudging against her, watching in satisfaction as her body trembled, and she did what I wanted. I kissed her, reaching one hand between us to hold my cock and guide the head to her entrance, before thrusting my hips until my entire cock was buried inside her.

  I let out a shaky sigh as Angela groaned and tightened her limbs around me. I pecked her lips, her cheeks, moving down to her neck. When I got the time and space to, I was going to explore her more thoroughly, but I didn’t have my usual control.

  “Ben,” she whimpered my name, nipping at my ear. “Fuck me, faster. I want your cock so deep inside me I can feel it tomorrow.”

  I froze in shock for a second, then I cursed. I thrust my hips, starting out slow before picking up the pace. My hips rolled, grinding me hard against her as I fucked her, and I could hear her voice grow louder, more desperate, the closer I pushed her to orgasm. Angela looked prim and proper whenever she was in the classroom, but even with her texts as an indication, I was still surprised to find she had such a dirty mouth.

  Her words got their desired effect, working to drive me crazy. I went faster and faster, the sound of my skin slapping against hers loud in the room, but nearly drowned out by her cries and moans. I felt sweat trickle down the length of my spine, down my neck, my body working hard and fast.

  I gave her everything she wanted, everything she asked for, and she still kept crying out more.

  Fuck, but I had to admit, it was damn hot.

  “You want more?” I growled, sucking on her earlobe. “What more do you want, Angela? Fuck, I’m giving you all I’ve got already.”

  Then, I wrapped my arms around her, and she yelped as I shifted, so I was on my knees with her seated in my lap. I was so close, and with how her walls were gripping me, she had to be close, too. I held her tight by the waist, holding her still as I thrust up into her body. Angela let out a strangled sound as she bounced in my lap.

  “Fuck, Ben! So deep…”

  She practically sobbed as her head fell back on her neck, even as her arms hugged tight around my head. We climaxed at the same time. Angela let out a moan, dragging it out as her body shuddered in my arms.

  Afterwards, we both fell into the bed, exhausted, limbs tangled together. Totally relaxed, lost to the world, we held each other and fell asleep.

  Chapter Twelve

  Angela

  I leaned back against the desk and stared at my phone. This wasn’t right. I knew it, but Ben kept texting me, and I couldn’t help texting back, even though I was still in the middle of class. I was sure my students were wondering what was going on because I definitely wasn’t acting like my usual self. I could be giving myself away, but I didn’t care.

  Not that long ago, I hadn't liked Ben, at all. Now, for the past few days, he’d been showing up at my place, we’d have sex, then he would leave in the morning before I went to work. I still found it pretty unbelievable, but he texted me every time he had classes, except when h
e was in mine.

  Today, he had a different class.

  I glanced up to make sure everyone was done jotting down notes, then went to shift the slides. I didn’t think we’d get through them all today; I was too distracted. Still, I had to take my job seriously if I didn’t want anyone to suspect anything.

  Even though I knew I had to be careful, though, I was plenty careless. Like how, in another pause, I decided to send Ben a text, the kind that would definitely have me thrown out of the school immediately if someone saw, but I was feeling reckless.

  It had been so long since I’d felt this giddy around a guy. Maybe it made me feel young, so I remembered my college days, and the ways I’d sneak around with a guy and do all sorts of delicious things. I knew, if a lot of people at the school knew I used to be that kind of student, they would be shocked out of their minds. It just felt so good, though.

  “In the middle of class,” I texted. “Not wearing any panties. Are you gonna do anything about it?”

  His reply was almost immediate.

  “I’ll spank you after class, professor. You know you’re not supposed to do that, right?”

  “I look forward to it,” I wrote back as a challenge, even though I really was looking forward to it.

  When I looked up, I noticed some students looking at me funny. I realized I was smirking and covered my mouth as I cleared my throat before rearranging my expression. My usual look in class was stoic, there was no fun in this job after all, so I didn’t blame them for being so shocked.

  “Are there any questions before we move on?” I asked.

  Someone actually raised their hand, and when I pointed at them, they had a valid question, so I had to pay attention. I put my phone aside, so I could pay attention to the rest of the class.

  Finally, it was over.

  “That’s the end of today’s lesson,” I said. “I’ll be handing out assignments next week, and you have two weeks to hand them in. Exams aren’t that far off, either, so no slacking. I’ll see you all next week.”