Billionaire Stepbrother: Spring (Our Forbidden Year Book 4)

Billionaire Stepbrother:
Spring

Our Forbidden Year - Part 4

Emilia Beaumont

Chapter One

“S
top it,” I growled as I lay motionless with my eyes tightly shut.

Shades of translucent crimson dashed with violent yellows filtered through my lids as waves of heat beat relentlessly against my body.

My arm fell over the side of the lounger, searching blindly for my sunglasses. Grasping the warm plastic ends, I slipped them onto my face.
Ah, sweet relief
. The large designer lenses cast a strip of cooling, protective shadow over my eyes.

It was scorching hot, and I felt like I was in danger of melting. Yet through the baking sun – rays that were slowly burning me to a crisp – I felt a more persistent and penetrating gaze fall upon me.

“You’re doing it again,” I said as I shifted my body slightly and turned my head towards my onlooker. I could sense each and every passing glance, and under his prolonged stare, my skin prickled uncontrollably. Just thinking about him watching me made me tingle down below.

I dared to crack open one eyelid a fraction, allowing in a tiny slit of light. My vision was hazy, but through my long lashes it was unmistakable; he’d been openly staring at me, and I’d caught him in the act again.

“Lex!” I shouted, catching him off guard, and in a quick instant he slammed his eyes shut. I stifled a giggle; I loved him looking at me, but there was no reason to tell him, now was there?

“What?” he replied nonchalantly, a smile creeping onto his lips as he tilted his head up towards the cloudless sky.

“You keep staring at me!” I said and sat up. I grabbed for the lose straps of my turquoise bikini top and retied them into a bow behind my back.

“You’re delusional, making things up now. Too much sun for you perhaps?” Lex’s face creased with mischief.

I was surprised to see Lex was propped up on his lounger, no longer next to me where he had been when we’d first come up on deck of the yacht. Instead he was angled off to my right, no doubt so he could take in the whole length of my body. I must’ve dozed off, I thought, and it had given him the perfect opportunity to rearrange the furniture for a better view.

I grinned and pulled my sunglasses down onto the tip of my nose and looked over the frames at him. “There’s no denying it. I saw you.”

The Pearl was anchored just off the coast of Monaco in the south of France and the yacht soothingly rocked back and forth; swaying on the surface of gentle waters. I took another deep breath of salty air; I would never get tired of that invigorating smell and savoured the sweet tang.

“Can’t get anything past you, huh? But are you really trying to tell me I can’t look at my wife–to–be?” he replied. His bare, golden, washboard abs rippled as he leaned forward, and droplets of sweat found their way to his navel. My tongue twitched in my mouth, wanting to lick him, to run all over his stomach.

I nibbled at my lip. “You weren’t looking, you were ogling, Lex!” I laughed. “Anyway, don’t you think you’re being a little too presumptuous? I haven’t even said yes yet!”

Lex sighed and rested back into the lounger.

“Oh, but you will. Time’s ticking, though. I am a very sought after bachelor, you know?”

I pushed his words to the back of my mind, I had no intention of complicating the perfect afternoon with tangled thoughts, and pawed at my skin; it glowed under the sun with a pearlescent sheen. I was so happy that I’d finally gotten the tan I wanted so long ago… there was no way I was going back to being milk–bottle white again. Not if I could help it anyway.

“Come here and make yourself useful,” I teased as I waggled the slippery bottle of suntan oil at Lex.

He tutted playfully. “Oh, so now you want me to touch, but I can’t look, is that how it is?”

“Hurry up before I change my mind,” I said.

Lex shuffled over and sat behind me as I handed over the bottle of oil. He flipped the lip open with a pop and the scent of sweet coconut wafted between us.

With a soft hand, he scraped the hair that dangled loose down my back away and over my shoulder, the tips of his fingers touching the base of my neck as he did so. And in the heat, I shivered delightfully at his touch.

He traced his hand down my shoulder blades, and all of a sudden, with a quick yank on my bikini, he undid the fastening. I managed to press the rest of the material against my breasts, keeping it from falling, keeping it pinned, making sure I didn’t flash passing boats… maybe I’d save that for another day, but for now I was content enough lazing in Lex’s arms.

I heard the sloshing of the oil as he squirted it into his palm, and I waited for him to touch me again. As soon as I felt his hot hands, greased with boiling oil, against my skin, I melted, relaxing into the moment. With nimble thumbs and gentle presses, he kneaded my muscles, and I moaned.

This must have gotten him excited, as I could feel a hard rising digging into me from behind.

His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Yup, he was rock–solid. My pulse quickened in response; beating an echoing thrum around my entire being.

For a few moments I waited, leaning against him, enjoying the surge of adrenaline that flowed through me and pressed my bum against his manhood as he got more oil.

Using slick fingers, Lex caressed up my sides, sending shockwaves as he went, and he forced me to lift my arms slightly up and away from my body. His fingertips brushed against the edge of my breasts, and as he played with the silky skin, his touch sent more sparks of pleasure to my core, causing my nipples to stiffen under my hands.

Lex got bolder, and with the help of the oil, he slipped his hands under the triangular material of the bikini and cupped my heavy breasts. I still had a tight hold of the top and resisted letting go, enjoying the feel of his hand beneath mine, playing with me, with only a thin segment of cloth between us.

Lex leaned forward and nuzzled his stubbled chin into my neck. The way his coarse hair rubbed against the delicate strip of skin up along my throat was in stark contrast to the slippery oil that he covered my bare breasts with. It all felt so deliciously naughty, and my nether region trembled in excitement.

“Let go of the top,” he whispered.

I shook my head. I gasped as he bit down onto my exposed earlobe, punishing me for my defiance.

My eyes darted quickly from one side of the deck to the other, making sure none of the crew could see us. I pondered for a brief moment, as conflicting thoughts swirled around my head. What if someone saw us? What would they think of me?

The mimosas earlier had blurred the edges of my mind; I couldn’t think straight, but as Lex rubbed at each tender nipple, I knew that I wanted him above all else. And I reasoned the crew were most likely inside minding their own business anyway.

“It’s OK, it’s just us. Let me see them. I need to see your tits,” he encouraged and kissed up my neck, licking the pulsing vein as my breathing hitched. I dropped my hands to my sides, but the bikini top clung defiantly to my chest as it rested upon Lex’s hands.

With a quick flick of his finger the top tumbled from its perch and dropped into my lap.

Lex opened his cupped hands and lifted my oil covered tits high to reveal them as he looked over my shoulder.

I looked down and watched him as he teased them. He made a shelf with his hands, hoisted them up, and circled my nipples rapidly with his thumbs. The sensation drove me wild; watching him do it with the added pleasure of the oil to lubricate my skin was almost ecstasy.

He let one breast fall back down as he reached for the open bottle of oil that’d been baking in the sun. He held it above us, in front of my face, and tilted it slowly upside–down.

A bead of oil accumulated at the top and swelled before gravity took over. The boiling drop splashed down onto my skin, causing me to flinch. But Lex held me still, keeping one breast hostage, tight in his hand, as the next and the next oil drops cascaded down onto my waiting breasts. I held my head back, relishing the gentle burning of the oil as I pressed my butt hard against his cock; wanting him to take me right there and then.

Lex quickly discarded the bottle and squeezed my tits together again, causing the oil to ooze and trickle down over my bare stomach and into my lap.

His hand followed the trail down my torso, allowing my breasts to be completely exposed the salty air, but he continued on his way down, close to the edge of my bikini bottoms.

Oil pooled and soaked into the fabric around my pussy, and I could feel the oil slipping between my lips, mingling with my own excited juices. I wanted Lex’s finger to follow, to slip inside just as the oil had done. He didn’t disappoint.

His hand palmed my pussy, rubbing hard against my folds, making the front of the bottoms bunch up to one side and exposing a maintained landing strip.

Before I knew what was happening, Lex removed his hands from my slippery folds and lifted me onto his lap. His cock nudged at my entrance, eager to be let in as he lay back against the lounger. I was surprised and mystified at how he’d managed to quickly remove himself from his shorts, but I didn’t have much time to think as his hands pulled desperately at my bikini bottoms and opened my legs up wide; open and exposed.

I was facing away from him, looking out at the ocean as my legs straddled either side of his toned body, on top of his crotch. And with a quick tilt of his hips, his rigid cock slipped effortlessly into my channel. I gave a cry of deep pleasure.

The yacht rocked, and we hardly had to move at all. My walls clenched intermittently around his shaft just as Lex squeezed his butt, causing him to rise within me, getting deeper with each push.

His hands explored every part of me that he could reach, spreading the oil far and wide on my sun kissed skin.

It was delicious; slow and sensual, like a dance filled with passion but one that you took your time with, making sure every move you made was perfection.

And it was nothing like I’d ever experienced before. It might have been the warm tangy air, the hot rays beating down upon us, and yet my whole body felt alive, as if each and every nerve ending were sparking at once.

I wanted to turn around, to look him in the eyes as we moved together but his hands were clamped down too tightly upon my hips to make it possible.

Lex’s cock grazed the rough patch inside of me at just the right angle, and I moaned into the sea wind, no longer caring if anyone heard me.

“Yes, right there,” I said, grinding my hips to experience the flash of pleasure again.

I cupped my breasts as wave upon wave crashed against my insides. I squeezed hard at my nipples, and an incredible vortex–like swirl spun without mercy between my legs.

The pressure was almost too much, and with one last thrust I fell apart at the seams, collapsing forward as my insides gushed against his throbbing cock.

***

I was just about to collect my top, but Lex got there before me. With a quick arc of his arm, the turquoise material flew up and away, floating down slowly before coming into contact with the sea. It bobbed on the surface for a moment and then quickly disappeared as the water soaked into the fabric.