A Baby for My Military Stepbrother 3 (3 page)

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 control. 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.

I giggled and Ian grinned at me as he pulled me close and kissed me.

T
he room was dark as I rested my head on Ian's shoulder. He took a deep, happy breath in and kissed the top of my head.

“You think they heard us?” he asked, pulling me tighter into him.

I snuggled into him. “I don't think so, but I guess we'll find out at breakfast. I take no responsibility if Dad kills you.”

Ian chuckled, then he stilled. “Hayley?”

“Yes?” I didn't want to panic, but the tone of his voice had me worried. There was still so much that was new between us, so much that could still go wrong, that it made me nervous when he sounded like that.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked.

I didn't know what to tell him. After he had freaked out last time about me being a virgin, I wasn't sure how he would react if I told him I wasn't on birth control or that I actually hoped he had gotten me pregnant.

“Would it be so terrible?” I asked instead, avoiding the question. “I mean, is this just for fun, or...”

He turned, propping himself up on his elbow and putting one hand to my face. His thumb caressed my cheek, soft and gentle. I was a loving motion and I closed my eyes and relaxed into his palm.

“You want to know a secret?” he asked instead, his eyes soft as he looked at me. “You having my baby is all I've ever wanted. When I imagine what a family would look like, you're always there. The kids I imagine always have your eyes.”

My heart swelled in my chest and I thought I might burst of happiness. “Really?”

He shrugged. “It's fucked up, but it's true.”

“It's not fucked up,” I assured him, shaking my head. It was incredibly close to my own desires. I kissed him, trying to use my actions to prove what I didn't have words for. It was incredibly easy to move on top of him, straddling the erection that was already starting to form again.

A knock on the door took us both by surprise.

“Shit,” Ian hissed, and I dove under the covers, trying to hide as best I could. “Yeah?”

“Ian? You in there?” Jenny's voice came through the door and I sent a prayer up to whoever listened to girls who fucked their stepbrothers to please have let Ian remember to have locked the door.

“Listen, honey, I know you like being the big, strong, army man, but I want you to know you can talk to me about the divorce if you need to. I know you like Sam and that you are really fond of Hayley and I don't want you to lose those relationships.” She paused, and I could hear her lean against the door. I looked around and realized that there was basically no where for me to hide if she decided to come in. “Especially after what happened with you and Rachel, I just don't want you to feel alone.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Ian replied, his voice remarkably even. “I appreciate it.”

“Can I come in?” I heard the doorknob catch and I thanked whoever had been listening up there that the door was locked.

“Did she not hear us?” I whispered, thinking of the moans I had done my best to stifle filtering through the walls. Ian put his hand over my mouth to quiet me.

“I'm a little busy right now,” he answered. “There's dinner in the kitchen. I'll be down in a bit.”

The doorknob rattled as she removed her hand. “Okay. I love you, baby boy.”

It was a good thing Ian's hand was on my mouth, because I definitely snickered. Ian was anything but a baby.

“I love you, too, Mom,” Ian said without a hint of embarrassment.

I strained my ears to listen for the sound of her footsteps on the stairs as she went back to the kitchen. Ian waited another thirty seconds before removing his hand from my mouth, which was wise. The second we looked at one another, we started giggling.

“I'm really fond of you, too, by the way,” I teased, touching him inappropriately. He was no longer hard, but I didn't care.

“Shut up.” He grabbed the pillow from under his head and smacked me with it. I giggled, my body feeling lighter than air. We had come this close to getting caught, but we didn't. Our secret was still safe. I grinned at him and Ian's blue eyes sparkled.

“The baby should have your eyes, not mine,” I blurted out. I didn't even know where it came from, but now that I had said it, I couldn't take it back. Ian frowned slightly, his brows coming together over those eyes that I loved so much. Yes, a baby needed his eyes. “Your eyes are so beautiful. I would want it to have your eyes.” I stammered, trying to explain and blushing hard. “My hair though, especially if it was a girl.”

Ian looked thoughtful. “Yeah,” he agreed. “A buzz cut doesn't look good on a girl.”

I tossed the pillow back at him and he laughed. He caught it easy and tucked it back under his head. He looked at me, eyes gentle and full of a warmth I never thought I'd see coming from him. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my cheek.

“Fine,” he said softly. “Our babies can have my eyes, but they get your smile.”

Babies. Plural. I liked that idea.

I grinned at him. This soft, quiet moment had my heart beating harder than any physical activity I'd ever done. We were so close to being a couple. This was how a family should start. This was love.

Ian moved so quickly I didn't even see him until he was already kissing me. He didn't have to say the words. His kiss said
I love you
more than any words ever could.