Stepbrother Soldier: A Forbidden Military Romance Novel (11 page)

“Well, I’m going to take a nap. You brush down the horses and feed
‘em, if you would. I washed the clothes you all came in, by the way. They’re
out on the line,” Jane said, looking at me strangely. I wondered if I had “fuck
me” written all over my face. To my relief, she didn’t linger but went back
into the house after giving both horses firm pats on the neck. Jessup nuzzled
my shoulder as I led him into the barn. Idly, I reached up and stroked his
mane; I could feel every strand, my body alive with sensation.

I let Jessup into his stall and heard Ashton
behind me, leading Torpo to his own stall.

“I need a minute to cool down,” Ashton said behind me, and I turned as
he locked Torpo’s stall and stood near the hay bales stacked along the wall.

“I don’t,” I said, moving closer to him, slowly unbuttoning my shirt.
He looked at me, wide-eyed, as I let the heavy flannel fall to the ground. Jane
had given me an oversized wife beater to put on under the shirt, and it clung
to me now, wet with my own sweat. Ashton leaned forward slightly, his eyes
running over my body as I stood before him, pulling the wife beater over my
head.

I could see Ashton’s cock pressing against the crotch of his jeans. It
had been so long, it seemed, since our first encounter. I found myself biting
my lip, staring at his package, thinking of all the things he could do to me –
how good he could make me feel. I wanted to feel that way again. I was tired of
fighting, and being scared. I wanted escape.

All my terror about being touched, the feeling of anxiety I had gotten
when he’d only just laid his hand on my thigh, seemed chased away after the
ride. I was looking at him with eyes that I had worried were gone forever: the
same eyes that had seen him standing near the pond that first time, all man and
all mine.

My eyes flitted up to his; it was almost as though they were waiting
for my eyes to meet them, and once our pupils locked it was game over. He was
just so damn sexy in the tight jeans and bare chest, standing amidst the
spiraling dust of the stable, the warm smell of hay and animal exciting my
senses. My tongue darted across my lips as I let my body take control, moving
me forward, closer to him.

“Christy,” he said, voice low and rough. A horse whinnied, kick at its
stall. “If you’re not ready…”

“I’m ready,” I said, too quickly. He was in grabbing distance now, and
I watched as my hand moved to his bicep, letting my body do whatever it wanted
without worrying about my brain. I felt the strong muscle under his tattoos,
remembered how it had felt to be in his arms, to feel safe and infinite.

I felt my blood pumping in my ears. I wanted him right then, in the
dirt, wanted him frantically, desperately. I saw, rather than actually felt, my
arms push him forward. He tottered backwards, his face comical with surprise,
landing on a bale of hay. His look of shock turned to one of desire as I inched
closer and closer to him, my pussy tingling, coming to life in a sudden flood
of juices.

My hands reached for his thighs as I approached, then travelled
upwards towards his shoulders as I straddled him, feeling his still-imprisoned
cock straining against his tight jeans. I lowered myself slowly, letting my
pussy grind against his throbbing member. I could feel the denim seam of my
jeans pressing between my lips, bringing just the most delicious friction to my
clit, which jumped to life instantly.

My hands ran down Ashton’s chest as I leaned forward, bringing my lips
to his. His hand flew to my hair, fingers tangled in the strands, pulling my
head closer as the electricity between us peaked: his tongue darted in and out
of my mouth, hungry, probing, as mine did its own waltz, flicking at the top of
his mouth and pressing against his. I held him around the neck, still grinding
my pussy against his lap, moaning slightly as my clit ground into my pants.

With one hand still tangled in my hair, Ashton grabbed at my bra,
tearing it off, breaking the clasp. His hand came to my chest, running roughly
over one breast, then the other. Soon, he freed his hand from my hair and was
fondling both my tits at the same time, thumbs rubbing over my nipples, adding
to the darts of desire that were rushing through me every second.
 
The dim light and Ashton’s tan hands
made my breasts look milky white, my nipples perky and straining to be touched.

Pulling away from the kiss, I let Ashton’s head fall to my chest,
sucking in first one nipple and then the other, teasing them with his tongue,
flicking and gently nibbling the tender buttons until I was shaking and moaning
against him. My pussy was drenched now, my hips moving quicker and quicker, my
desire being sharpened to a point as my clit rubbed again and again across the
seam of my pants.

Suddenly, Ashton’s arms were around my waist and he was lifting me
again, as though I weighed no more than a duckling. He set me on my feet while
he remained seated; looking down at him hungrily, playing with my own shorts, I
watched him pull his pants and boxers down, his cock leaping into the air, the
size of it intimidating me once more. He reached out, grabbing my belt loops
and pulling me between his knees.

Looking up and keeping his eyes on mine, he slowly unbuttoned my
jeans, letting them fall to my ankles. He leaned forward again, this time
taking the elastic band of my panties into his mouth. I would have giggled if I
wasn’t so damn horny; I wanted, desperately, to rub my clit, to feel him inside
me. My heart was racing, my ears seeming to throb with the blood rushing
through me. The stables were quiet but for the occasional whinny or footfall.

Ashton drew his head downward, pulling my panties down, my thighs
shaking as his stubble ran along my flesh. Using his hands to pull my panties
down the rest of the way, I felt his head returning to my pussy, but I pushed
it away.

“You first,” I said. “I want to taste you.”

“Are you sure?” Ashton asked, his hands on my thighs, his face
upturned. I looked down at his huge cock; did I really think that I could fit
all that into my little mouth? I’d never even given a blowjob before, so
starting out on something as big as Ashton’s dick seemed like a bad idea; but I
wanted it. I wanted to hear him moan, to know that I could make him feel as
good as he made me feel.

Dropping to my knees before him, I licked my lips. I took the shaft in
my hand, gently running my fingers up and down it, feeling it twitch and throb.
Looking back at Ashton for encouragement, I tentatively licked the swollen
head, tasting the slightest bit of precum that had gathered at the tip. Ashton
groaned, leaning back.

Inspired, I licked at the head again, this time running my tongue
along the cushy edge then flicking it like an ice-cream cone. Ashton’s hand
came to rest on the back of my head, and I felt him press forward slightly. I
let the head enter my mouth, sucking it gently, playing around it with my
tongue.

“Fuck, Christy,” Ashton moaned; the sound of his pleasure excited me
more, and I wanted to hear more. Inching forward on his massive shaft, I used
my hand to spread my saliva up and down, lubricating it. It was slow going; I
could feel my body going into panic as my airflow was cut off. Breath came in
raggedly through my noise, my throat contracting.

Slowly, though, I managed to squeeze more and more of him into my
virgin mouth. When I felt the head press against the back of my throat, I
nearly gagged, but swallowed back the feeling. When I swallowed, I could feel
my throat massaging the head of his cock; Ashton’s hand was still on the back
of my head. As my body began to react more and more to the suffocating feeling,
I tried to come up for air but found myself held in place by Ashton’s grip.

I let my warm mouth envelope him as he pumped slightly into my throat,
groaning as the plush head of his cock hit the back of my throat. My hands
began to flail around his thighs as my eyes watered and heart raced; my body
was distressed, but my mind and pussy were loving the feeling of my
stepbrother’s cock lodged deep into my throat, the look of ecstasy I could see
on his face when I looked up.

His grip suddenly released and my head popped up, taking deep breaths,
spit flying. I only just got my breath back when I bobbed back onto his dick,
eager now, loving the taste of him and the feel of him. My tongue pressed
against the vein running underneath his shaft as I bobbed up and down, and I
could taste more of his briny precum in my throat as I licked him from base to
head.

My hand flew to my now-exposed pussy, frantically searching for my
clit, my body alive with desire. His cock throbbed almost violently against my
tongue. I moaned against him as I began to circle my clit with one finger, the
juices dripping from my slit offering lubrication as I let the electric
pleasure course through me.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking hot,” Ashton said with a groan; he
was leaning back on his elbows, watching me play with myself while worshipping
his cock. I could feel his thighs begin to stiffen, watched his hands ball into
fists. I moved faster, my finger flying over my clit, my own muscles growing
tense as I felt the pressure inside my stomach begin to build.

I sucked him quickly, eagerly, his hips thrusting against me as I let
my tongue drag along his shaft. His hands came to my head again and suddenly
pushed my head down, further than before, his cock popping into the back of my
throat as he slammed his hips upwards; I felt a burst of warm liquid as he
released his seed into my mouth with a cry of pleasure.

Swallowing eagerly, enjoying the taste of him, I felt my own climax
approaching like a train pulling around a steep curve. Moaning against his cock
as he released stream after stream of hot cum into my throat, I thrust two
fingers into my aching pussy as my clit seemed to burst with pleasure, bliss
shooting through my body in violent streams, my arms and legs shaking
uncontrollably as my stepbrother coated my throat with cum.

Pulling away with a wet plop, Ashton watched me writhe against my own
hand; I could feel my pussy walls contracting around my fingers as I came and
came, the taste of Ashton’s cum lingering, adding a new dimension to my orgasm.
As it began to subside and I leaned forward against his thighs, panting, I felt
his hands under my armpits, lifting me upwards until I was straddling him
again, his member still half-hard and warm under my dripping slit.

“I’m not through with you,” he growled into my
ear. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

The dirty words reignited the flames inside me and I moaned as his
lips moved feverishly around my neck, his stubble tickling my sensitive flesh,
his hands cupping my ass as my hips ground against him. I could feel his cock
beginning to stiffen again as my slick pussy rubbed up and down along the
shaft, my clit shivering now as each stroke brought the head of his cock
against it.

His tongue lapped at my ears, his grip on me tightening, pulling me
forward. I gasped as he lifted me once more, letting his cock stand erect under
my slit. I was amazed he could get hard again so quickly; the surprise
immediately turned to gratitude as he slipped it into my eager cunt. I moaned
into his shoulders, nearly collapsing on top of him as his massive cock
stretched me once more, filling me entirely with each inch.

My eyes rolled back into my head as I ground against him, feeling him
deep inside me, his hips thrusting upwards, jabbing at my deepest spots
rhythmically. With his hands on my ass guiding me, lifting me up and down, I
began to ride him. My thighs were weak from my first climax, and from the ride,
but Ashton was strong, and he pushed and pulled my body against him
masterfully, quickly, his eyes locked onto mine as he fucked me.

My tits bounced steadily as I picked up speed, my body now fighting
its own exhaustion as newfound desire took over, my pussy swelling and pulsing
around his enormous cock as he drove it further and further into me. My mouth
opened in a wordless cry as my thighs worked faster, my body driving itself
into a frenzy.

My fingers grasped at Ashton’s back, clawing at him, my toes curled,
my eyes closed and a ball of energy deep inside me seemed to burst as my pussy
clenched around his cock, shivering and quaking as another orgasm galloped
through me, divine electricity shaking me to my very core, juices fairly
gushing out of my slit.

“Yeah, come for me,” Ashton groaned, thrusting his hips once more and
letting out a cry of his own as I felt his cock unleash another, meagre, burst
of warm cum. The burst seemed to massage my pussy, and I wished he would
unleash more, but knew that it was a miracle for him to come twice so quickly
in the first place.

I let my body settle onto his, feeling his cock deep inside me, the
last of my climax seeping away as his dick wilted. I didn’t want to let him
leave. I wanted him to stay inside me forever. My lips brushed against his
neck, tasting his salty sweat, the smell and heat of the barn like a heavy
blanket, dulling my senses and my mind.