Secret: A Military Stepbrother Romance (21 page)

She reaches up for the pearls but I shake my head. “Leave them.”

She smirks at me as she nods. Slowly, grinning at me, she steps back and sinks onto the edge of the bed. She lays back, her hair fanning out around her and her legs parting just slightly before she raises her face up.

And she crooks a finger at me

Yeah, like I need a second invitation.

I move between her legs, and as she spreads them further for me, I groan as I see the pink wetness of her slit, and I know that I can only take so much. I start to reach down for her, but she giggles and scoots slightly back on the bed.

“Uh-uh,” she says, wagging her finger at me. “No touching.” Her tongue darts out and wets her lips. “Not touching
me
, that is.” Her eyes flash. “I want to watch you, too.”

There’s no
way
I’m telling her exactly how shocked I am at her words, but that doesn’t stop me from slowly bringing my zipper down and reaching inside.

“I want to see all of you,” She says in a whispered voice, thick with lust. 

I grin as I pause before reaching up to yank at my tie and pull it out of my shirt. Her eyes are wide as I start to undo my shirt, one button at a time down the crisp linen as I open it up to my chest and the ink that covers it. Her hands slide over the skin of her torso and up to her breast, and I feel my cock lurch as she lets a finger trail up and over her nipple as she watches me. 

The shirt hits the floor, followed quickly by kicking off my shoes and letting my suit pants drop. Maddie’s eyes go wide as she narrows in on the thick bulge tenting the front of my black boxer briefs. Her legs open wider as her hand slips down over her torso again, teasing over her hips and dipping low across the edge of her bikini line, just shy of her pussy.

I hook my thumb into the waist of my briefs and yank them down, grinning at the way her jaw drops a little and the way her eyes open just a bit wider as my cock springs out, thick and rock-hard.

“You want to watch me too, huh?” She swallows heavily and nods. I let my briefs fall down my legs and step out of them as I slowly bring my hand down and wrap it around my shaft. 

“Takes two to tango, princess,” I say darkly, my eyes dropping to where her hand is just shy of touching herself. She nods, and slowly, her hand moves across her skin, over her mound, and I groan, letting my hand stroke up and down my shaft as her finger slips wetly between her lips. 

Madison moans as her trembling fingers slide  over her slit, parting her lips as she teases her opening with a single finger. I growl as I watch her, this fucking goddess spread out on the bed in front of me wearing heels, stockings, and pearls with her hand stroking her pussy. 

It’s like every possible erotic daydream come to life as one perfect reality.

I start to stroke my cock more purposefully as I watch her, reaching down with my other hand to cup my balls as Maddie starts to stroke a finger in and out of herself. She’s writhing on the bed, moaning as she gets more into it.

“So this is how you ‘take care of things’ yourself, huh?”

“M-hmm,” she moans, her eyes locked on my throbbing dick in my hand.

“And what
exactly
were you thinking about when you did.”

She bites her lip and grins at me, “That’s staying a secret.”

“Little tough to play the ‘secret’ card while you’re playing with that sweet pussy right in front of me in the Lincoln Bedroom, darlin,” I grunt out, stroking faster as I watch her fingers slide in and out wetly as she grinds the heel of her hand into her clit. “Besides, I already
know
you were thinking about me.”

“I was not,” she whispers, her voice shaking and her breath coming ragged.

“You were thinking about that night; that
first
night.”

“
Yes
,” she whispers out haltingly, her voice high and her eyes fluttering shut.

I feel my whole body start to go rigid as I watch this fucking
angel
of a girl start to go to pieces beneath me. She’s the single sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed, and  every muscle in my body starts to clench and tighten as my hand pumps my cock faster and faster. I know I won’t be able to control myself much longer, standing there with my cock in my hand stroking it to my
stepsister
, while she lays out naked beneath me playing with her tight, wet,
perfect
pussy.

I see her toes start to curl, her chest rising and falling rapidly with halting breaths. er face flushes red as her panting and whimpers start to reach crescendo. She’s about to come, and there’s nothing in the fucking world I want to see more.

“Play with that pussy for me, Maddie,” I growl out, feeling my own orgasm start to build like tidal wave deep in my core. “Finger that tight little pussy while you dream about me burying every thick inch of my fat cock inside of you.” Her eyes fly open right before it happens, and as they lock onto mine, I just say three words that push her over the edge.

“Come for me.”

It’s a
demand
I growl out, and suddenly her whole body seizes up and erupts as she cries out her orgasm.

It’s the moan that does it for me. It’s that
moan
that I’ve been dying to hear that tugs at something primal inside of me, and it’s more than I can take. 

With a roar, I feel the orgasm tear through me as my cock lurches in my hand. I groan as I pump rope after thick rope of cum across her, and she’s cries out, her body shuddering in another climax as it lands hot and thick across her stomach, her hand, and her tits.

The knocking on her door has us both whirling towards the living room through the open double doors of her bedroom.

“Madison?”

Jesus fucking Christ, it’s Emma.

“Madison, is your phone off?”

Maddie’s face is white as clears her throat. “Um, what is it?”

“It’s dinner time!” Emma calls through the locked door.

I grin and Maddie rolls her eyes. “I’m not hungry, thanks!” She calls back.

“Oh, well, I mean it’s time for
the
dinner? The dinner your mother scheduled last week for the whole family before her press conference tonight?”

I frown,
the whole family?
There’s two of them.

Maddie frowns at me and shrugs, but then Emma calls again. “She just sent me up to make sure you’re coming. She and Alec and Dexter are already sat and waiting.”

Oh FUCK. That
dinner. The one even
I
was reminded about only about four hundred times. The dinner my dad was adamant I attend, because he and Eleanor apparently have some sort of news for us. 

Because that’s what I need in my life at this point: more surprise news from those two.

So yeah, family fucking dinner. The one Maddie and I are apparently late for because we’ve just been masturbating for each other in her room.

No big deal.

She swears under her breath as she jumps out of bed and looks at me with wide eyes. “
What do we do!
” she hisses, her face white. 

“I vote for
not
walking out as-is, for starters,” I grin, nodding down at my still-hard cock and the cum glistening across her skin.

“Oh, you
think?
” She glares at me and springs from the bed, and I frown at the sudden change from vivacious, wild Maddie back to the nervous, bristling version of her that she hides behind. 

“Look, relax; I’ll just take the secret passage from your living room.”

She freezes before she whirls on me. “
Secret passage?
” 

I grin. “Did I not mention that?”

“Are you
serious
?”

I shrug. “It’s the the Lincoln Bedroom suite at the White House, doll.
Presidents
have slept here; of
course
there’s a secret way in and out.”

She shakes her head at me. “And you’ve never thought to
mention
this to me?” she hisses under her breath.

“Hey, I like coming in the front door,” I grin with a knowing wink. “But if you prefer, I’ll take the backdoor next time.”

She wrinkles her brow. “You’re a disgusting pig.”

“Says the girl with my cum all over her tits.”

She goes bright crimson and starts to open her mouth to say something, when Emma’s timid knocks come again.”

“Madison, I hate to rush, but it
is
somewhat urgent.”

“Okay!” She calls out. “I’m just going to shower real quick!”

“Oh, well…” Emma trails off as she clears her throat. “They’re all actually waiting already, Madison. Dinner started thirty minutes ago. It’s casual of course, so just throw something on, okay?”

Well so much for that idea.

Maddie glares at me as she reaches for a towel off the back of her bathroom door and starts to clean herself off. She looks up to see me looking at her with more interest, not to mention a cock that’s far harder than might be warranted given the situation. 

“
Fine,
take your stupid secret passage, and
get out
!”

“I’ll be out in a minute, Emma!” she yells as she dashes into her walk-in closet.

I roll my eyes at the way she’s frantically tossing clothes around as I casually tug my pants back on and reach for my shirt. This might be new for
her
, but this ain’t
exactly
my first time making myself presentable for something like dinner with the Major after leaving a girl’s bedroom.

“So, see you at family dinner then?”

I dodge a hurled Louboutin heel from the closet, which I assume is going to be my only answer as I head for the bookshelf in her living area, and the shadowed exit behind it.

CHAPTER TWENTY

You know that dream everyone’s had where you go to work without shoes on, or school naked? The ones where everyone’s pointing and laughing at you, and there’s nothing you can do as the shame and the fear and the feelings of being cornered just wash over you?

Well, walking into the White House dining room to have dinner with your entire family when you can
feel
your
stepbrother’s cum
drying on your skin under your clothes? 

Basically the same feeling; the same feeling but not a dream at
all
.

Each step feels like an anvil hitting the marble floor, each beat of my heart like a symphonic bass drum booming across the ornate and historic room. It’s like every eye in the room is burning a hole right through me to the dirty, filthy little secret burning like a hot coal in the pit of my stomach. And every eye there has this sharp, accusatory pierce to it, as if they
all know
what just happened.

Which, of course, is ridiculous. I know the reason for my mother’s frosty look as I timidly walk into the room isn’t because she has any remote indication of what just transpired in my room with Hunter, it’s because I’m thirty-seven minutes late to a dinner she went out of her way to let me know was important.

“Sorry I’m late,” I mumble out, feeling my face burn as she gives me one of those token ‘arched brow, long sigh’ looks of hers. It’s the same look she made headlines for when she gave it to that obnoxious guy on that news show that asked her during the primaries if she felt like being a “woman who couldn’t hold onto her own husband” made her a strong enough candidate.