Shifter’s Baby (Alpha Fantasy Paranormal Billionaire Shifter BBW Romance) (23 page)

              She got fully onto the bed, half sitting up as his hands went to his jeans, undoing the fly and dropping both the jeans and boxers to the floor simultaneously. His cock sprang free, hard as a rock and thicker than she had imagined—and she had definitely imagined it.

              He walked towards her, climbing onto the bed and stretching out next to her. He reached for her, drawing her down for another kiss, but after a moment she pulled away and moved down his body with a wicked grin.

              He realized at once what she intended to do, and his lips curved in an anticipatory smile as she moved between his legs, her hand reaching for his thick shaft as she bent her head, her lips encircling the tip.

              He groaned, his toes curling as she tightened her mouth and sucked, slowly moving down inch by inch, her hand traveling the distance first. Her mouth was wet and hot, and he fought for control, not wanting it to end too quickly. Callie could feel his muscles trembling, and she reached between his legs, the fingers of her other hand playfully stroking his balls as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft with slow, teasing strokes.

              “God, you’re good at this,” he groaned, his hips arching up as she swirled her tongue around the tip, squeezing his shaft in her fist as she bobbed up and down quickly a few times, and then sank down to the hilt again, her nose brushing his abdomen as her throat muscles convulsed around him.

              He was up in a flash, pushing her off of him before she could continue and make him finish before he was ready. He rolled her onto her back, and her legs fell open of her own accord, her hips arching up as she pulled him down to her.

              His mouth was on hers in a flash, pushing her down into the pillow as he grabbed one of her legs and hooked it around his waist. He reached for his cock, slowly guiding himself into her as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, and Callie moaned, rolling her hips up so that he slid inside of her in one fluid motion. He gasped at the sensation, and Callie marveled for a moment at the picture he made above her—all hard, flexing muscle and tanned skin, his hair falling forward over his eyes as he began to thrust slowly. His hands went to her breasts, gently squeezing them, his fingers tracing over the nipples. The steady rhythm of his cock inside of her made her ache with desire, her hips grinding against him in an effort to match him stroke for stroke. He pressed kisses to her jaw, her throat, her collarbone, lowering his head to run his tongue across one nipple, and then suck on it briefly, his teeth scraping gently against it. Callie moaned aloud at that, her hips jerking, and then suddenly she arched up, grabbing his shoulders and using his momentum to roll him onto his back.

              He looked surprised at the change, and started to say something, only to groan aloud when she sank down fully onto his cock. She enveloped him entirely, hot and wet and pulsing around him, and when she bent forward to kiss him she began to roll her hips in a way that made him moan into her mouth, his hands going to her ass as he caught her pace and began to thrust up into her.

              She reached between her legs, her fingers stroking over her clit as she rode him, and she knew from his expression that he could tell what she was doing. She kept control of the pace, sliding up and down first in long, slow strokes that were maddeningly pleasurable and not quite enough all at the same time, and then suddenly arching her back and sinking down onto him, grinding into him until he was panting and she felt that she might come any second. Her fingers were flying over her clit now, and she suspended herself on his cock so that the tip stroked exactly the spot that brought her the most pleasure each time. She began a rolling motion that rubbed it there, over and over, and she could see from the concentration on his face that he was getting closer as well. He arched up, squeezing her breasts as he matched her strokes, and then suddenly she felt it as she sank down onto him.

              Her whole body felt like a coiled spring that had released. She arched her back and ground down into him, bucking as she came for a second time, falling forward so that her mouth was on his shoulder, her teeth sinking into his flesh. His hands gripped her hips, keeping her glued onto him, and just as the last waves were subsiding, he moved her off of him and went behind her, slapping her playfully on the ass.

              “Get on your hands and knees,” he said, grabbing her hips as she did so. “I’m going to come this time,” he groaned as he slid into her again. “I can’t hold out much longer.”

              Callie arched her back in encouragement, her palms against the wall as she thrust back against him, any reticence long gone. She had had two orgasms already, incredible when she thought that most times she was lucky to get one, and yet her body showed no signs of stopping. Already she could feel the waves of pleasure building again as she slammed back against him, his thrusts coming hard and furious now. The air was hot, and the only sounds were the fleshy sounds of their thrusts and the moans that spilled from both of them as they rushed towards the end.

              Wyatt groaned aloud, his strokes becoming erratic as he gripped her harder, his fingers sinking into her flesh as he thrust once, twice more, and then she felt him shudder. His hips jerked, and she felt him, hard and hot inside of her. He fell forward, pressing her down into the bed, and she felt her own body spasm in response as he drove as deeply as he could into her, his hips thrusting erratically as he moaned into her neck, his body quivering as he came.

              For several moments, neither of them said anything. They came apart slowly, rolling onto the cool sheets, and Callie stared up at the ceiling, unsure of how to proceed.

              “That was incredible,” Wyatt murmured.

              “Yeah,” Callie said, still breathless. “Much better than I thought it would be,” she said dryly, and then laughed at the stricken expression on Wyatt’s face.

              “I was sure it would be fantastic,” she assured him, rolling towards him to plant a kiss on his chest.

              “I think, after a few minutes, I may want to do it again,” Wyatt said, a small smirk curving the corners of his lips. “That is, if you think you might be game for it.”

              Callie smiled, running her fingers down his chest. “I thought you didn’t care what anyone else thought?”

              Wyatt growled at her, rolling so that she was pinned beneath him and dropping a slow, lazy kiss on her lips. Callie moaned softly, her lips parting under his.

              “Well, I think for one person, I might make an exception…”

              Being bad, Callie thought, was far, far superior to being good. In fact, she mused…she might even make a habit out of it.

              After all, there was a lot of summer left.

The End

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Stepbrother’s Baby

By: Lisa Cartwright

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“Did you see Eric? I think he is scary looking.”

Bethany agreed with her friend. Her new stepbrother was scary looking. He was in his mid-twenties and covered in tattoos. The fact that he decided to wear his biker jacket to a wedding, should have told Beth all she needed to know about him. He was a rebel without a cause and as her new stepbrother living with him was a scary proposition.

“I thought his dad was rich?”

“He is and so is Eric, but instead of taking over the company, mom says he just parties till all hours of the night. That is why he lives in the pool house, so no one has to see what is going on out there.”

“I can’t believe you are going to be living here.”

Bethany nodded. She didn’t have a choice. College was going to cost more than she had scholarships and whatever money she made extra at her stepdad’s firm, would be put towards tuition. Her mother wanted her to learn to appreciate money, so her helping extended as far as a new room in her new house rent-free. Bethany was excited for the proposition, until meeting Eric started to make her wonder how living with someone like that was going to be. She was assured that he would pretty much stay to himself. The prospect of waiting for him in the bathroom in the morning was a daunting one.

“Well maybe he will have cute friends.”

“Yeah right. I am sure they are just as tattooed and rough looking as he is.”

Callie kept her mouth shut, her eyes on Eric as he talked to his father. The reception was beautiful and though he stuck out around all the gentile people, Callie could see that Eric was more than a little handsome. She had it out for bad boys and the idea of seeing him half-dressed at the breakfast table when she stayed over, made her think that she would be visiting her friend more. Bethany was not ready to hear that he was cute, though Callie figured she had to see it as well.

Eric was tall and built well. His leather jacket was cut at his arms and his large biceps stretched the T-shirt underneath. He had dark hair and dark eyes that when turned towards her, made her melt a little inside. Eric had the look of a man that knew how to get what he wanted and what to do, when he did. Callie couldn’t think of anyone else that made her feel that way inside with just a look.

“I think you are looking at it all wrong. Haven’t you always wanted a sibling?”

“Yeah when I was an adolescent. I’m used to just mom and me. She is already gone all the time with Jack and now I am never going to see her. Why did she have to get married?”

Callie rubbed her friend’s shoulder. She was freaking out and as her friend for many years, she knew that she just needed some positive thought.

“Just think of how happy she is. You want her happy, don’t you?”

“I do.” Bethany grudgingly admitted. Her mother was happier than she had ever seen her before. There was a twinkle in her eyes that she hadn’t seen since her father died nine years before in a car crash. Linda had waited for years to date, mourning her one true love. But all of that had changed when she had met Jack. The two had been together ever since and it was clear to everyone that was around them, they were head over heels in love with each other. The fact that he was a little older, handsome and far richer than the women had ever been before, didn’t hurt anything.

Bethany actually like Jack, but his only son Eric, kind of freaked her out. Beth did not know how to relate to someone like him. She was always the good girl of the bunch and she didn’t understand what he was rebelling against. Sighing deeply, she noticed her mom was urging her onto the dance floor and Beth pulled her friend Callie with her.

“Come on girls, why don’t you dance and have some fun. You are guys are like two wallflowers over there.”

“Sorry mom. You look beautiful today.”

Linda kissed her daughter’s cheek. “Why don’t you go dance with your brother?”

“Mom.”

She gave her a sharp look, her eyes squinty. “Enough Beth. I want you to make him feel welcome. It is a big change for him too.”

Bethany looked over at the man and nodded her head. “He seems to be doing fine to me mom.”

“Now young lady.”

She knew the tone and she huffed as she walked over to the one corner of the room that she had no intentions of going to. Eric was not the only one there in a motorcycle jacket. There were several men with him, all in the same attire.

“Eric?”

Bethany tapped his shoulder softly, trying to ignore the looks that she was getting from the rest of his crew. The men got silent and looked at her. Several had a lustful assessment in their eyes that made her want to blush. “Hey little one. You want to dance?”

A tall, bearded man started to walk towards her, his eyes on the cleavage from her dress. He was huge compared to her and she took a step back until she bumped into something hard behind her. “Oh leave her be Earl. I don’t think she wants to dance with the likes of us.” His voice was harsh and she knew it was Eric.

“Well actually brother, I was hoping you would dance with me. It would make our parents happy to see us pretend to get along.” Bethany turned around and looked up at her new stepbrother. He was smiling down at her and it was then that she saw what Callie saw. When Eric smiled, he was gorgeous. She could almost forget his rough exterior when the baby-faced man smiled like that at her.

“Love to.”

Before she could realize what was happening, she was being whisked off onto the dance floor and her friend watched her with a little green in her eyes. Eric held her firmly where he was supposed to, but his eyes devoured hers and she looked down. Bethany’s heart was racing with the close proximity and her flesh burned where he touched her. She was not supposed to feel that way about her brother and Beth tried to deny the way her body reacted.

He bent down to her ear and whispered softly. His breath tickled at her earlobe and a shiver went down her spine. “You should be careful little one.”

She pulled back and looked into his dark eyes. The smile was still there, but there was a bit of mischief in the depths that made her pause. “Why is that brother?”

“Because you have almost outshone the bride.” Bethany smiled from the unexpected compliment. “See there you go.”

She nudged him and told him to stop, though she loved to hear it. It was the first time that he had spoken to her without being asked a direct question. “Well you better be careful too.”

He pulled back and chuckled. “And why is that Beth?”

“Because no one is going to believe you are some tough ringleader if you are being so nice like that.”

His laugh was louder and he pulled her closer as the song changed to a slower one. His hands moved to just above her round ass and pulled her towards him. Bethany gasped with the pressure on her core. “All men are nice to fine woman. I bet half my men would sweep you off your feet in minutes. Just a few touches and looks, those panties would be wet in no time.”

He was right. Bethany could feel her own desires readying herself what she hoped for when he touched her like that. She looked at the group he had come with, not hard to spot in the sea of dresses and suits. Callie was over there hanging on one of the men, her eyes smiling about as big as her lips were. She groaned to herself and hoped that he didn’t see what she seen. His friends were charming the panties right off of her friend, though knowing Callie, that wasn’t exactly too hard.

“All well some women are harder to get than others, dear brother. You should know that, though I doubt you have gone much off the bottom to try your luck.”

His hands dug into her side for a minute and she gasped. “You have a sharp little tongue for such a gentile girl.”

“And you are as rough as you look. You’re hurting me. Real woman like to be held gently, sisters even more so.”

He relaxed and his touch was barely there. “Better?”

“Much thank you.” The song finished and she smiled before she turned around to leave. The pleasantries of her mouth, did not reach her eyes. He was no longer scary to Bethany, but he was a threat. To what, she wasn’t sure. She took her annoyance to assuage the way her body had reacted to him. Her neck was still red and her heart was still racing a mile a minute, but she could blame it then on anger instead of a lust that she was not supposed to feel for Eric.