Stepbrother Studs: Taboo A-Z Boxed Set Volume 2: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (Stepbrother Studs Boxed Sets) (14 page)

“Faster!  Please faster!”  she begged, turning the pulse up even higher. 

Gavin obliged, hissing when the beat of the water vibrated his cock and balls. 

“Faster, oh God—”

Gavin panted, exerting himself, fucking her almost from underneath, knees bent.  It was driving her wild.  She was almost jackknifed now, bracing one hand on the floor, the other working the shower massage between her thighs. 

“I'm not going to break!”  she cried.  “Oh fuck me hard!  Harder!  Faster!”

He pumped deep into her pussy, the heat and steam of the water rising around them.  Sasha felt her knees going weak, but he had her, he held her, fucking her senseless.  She gritted her teeth.  Then she screamed. 

Gavin slowed and she cried out. 

“
Don't stop! 
Please!”  she begged, grinding back into him, wanting, need more.  “Don’t stop and
don’t come!” 

Gavin moaned, but he didn’t stop.  He continued driving his cock up into her cunt, like he could fuck her all the way to the ceiling.  Sasha bucked and writhed, and she screamed again.  The sounds coming from her mouth were bestial, primordial. 

“Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!”  she chanted, her pussy spasming, so very close.  “Don’t you dare stop fucking me!” 

“I won’t,” he panted, his thighs working, slapping hers as he drove his cock in deep.  “Come for me, Sis.  Come all over my dick.” 

“Oh fuck!  Fuckkkkkkkkk!”  Sasha did.  She came all over his cock, a stream of liquid jettisoning from her pussy.  Thank God they were in the shower, or the whole bathroom would be covered in fluid.  The sounds that came from her mouth were delirious, animal, perverse. 

“Jesus Christ.”  He pulled himself out fast, turning her around and gathering her into his arms.  Her knees wouldn’t hold her and she slid down his body, settling between his legs. 

“I love you, Sasha.”  He rubbed a thumb over her lips.  The shower head twisted on the floor like a snake, forgotten by them both. 

“I love you, Gavin.”  She was still dizzy, trying to catch her breath, but she knelt up to suck his balls into her mouth. 

“Oh hell.”  His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, his head going back as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and tugged. 

“Mmmm, so smooth.”  She licked and tongued his hanging sack—his balls were drawn up tight, the skin ridged, pursed.  She knew that meant he was close to coming.  “I did a good job.”

“You’re about to do another good job.”  He grinned, grabbing a handful of her hair.  “I want to come in your mouth this time.  All in your mouth.” 

“Wait ’til you get to come in my pussy.”  She tilted her face up, smiling, but then her mouth was filled with cock and she couldn’t talk anymore. 

Gavin pumped in and out, moaning low in his throat. 

“Fuck, baby, your mouth is so good,” he gasped, head down, looking at her face, at his cock moving deeper into her throat.  His mouth was slightly open, water dripping down his torso.  His cock swelled between her lips.  “Oh God, I can’t hold back.  I can’t.  I can’t.”

“Mmmpphhh,” she encouraged him to come without words, using her eyes, her hands, her tongue, her lips, and was rewarded with a hot throb of cum flooding her mouth.  Gavin gave a shout, grabbing her head and thrusting in deeper, shooting the next bit of his load down her throat.  She couldn’t do anything but swallow.  And swallow.  And swallow. 

“Oh God, did I make you choke?”  Gavin asked, gasping as he went to his knees in the tub with her, clasping her to him.  She reveled in the feel of his body, hard and solid, the way his hands moved over her wet skin. 

“It’s okay.”  She licked her lips.  He was packing a lot of pipe, and it wasn’t easy to swallow, but she’d managed.  “The way you fucked me.  Gavin, you made me squirt.” 

“I did?” 

“Didn’t you feel it?” 

He shook his head and she giggled.  There’d been a lot going on down there, she supposed, given all the pounding going on and the shower massage pointed between their legs. 

“None of my other boyfriends could make me do that,” she told him as she reached to pick up the wiggling shower massage head off the floor. 

“I'm not your boyfriend.”  Gavin settled back in the tub, pulling her between his legs. 

“You should be.”  She twisted around, letting him pull her to him, her head resting under his chin, her body snuggled tightly between his thighs.  Sasha turned the shower off the pulse and back to spray, running the water over his biceps, his chest, his belly, watching it roll down the hills and valleys. 

A few moments later he spoke. 

“It wouldn’t be weird?” 

“What?”  She licked a bead of water off his nipple and he shivered.  “My stepbrother as my boyfriend.”

He nodded. 

“Our parents wouldn't have to know,” she said, lifting her head to look at him.  Goddamn, he was sexy with his hair wet, slicked back, his body beaded with water.  “We could keep it to ourselves until...  you know...  we could move out.” 

He nodded again, those dark eyes searching hers, quizzical. 

“Unless, you know...  you want to see other people.” 

“No.”  His brows drew together.  “I don’t want anyone else.  I want you.” 

“I want you, too.”  The heat that spread through her body at his words made her feel better that she ever had—even during her last squirting orgasm.  “Only you.” 

He was quiet again and Sasha hugged the shower massage between her breasts, letting the water warm them both. 

“I’m younger than you,” he said finally.  “How am I supposed to...  you know...  take care of you...?” 

“Take care of me?”  She smiled, shaking her head.  “You just took
very
good care of me, I’ll have you know.”

“I didn’t mean that.”  He flushed, but then he smiled.  “You know what I meant.”

“Gavin, you’re fucking brilliant.”  She wrinkled her nose at him, shaking her head.  “You can do whatever you want.  I have no doubt we won’t be relying on my beautician’s salary for long.  And even if we do—what do I care?  As long as you’re fucking me senseless every night...”

“Every night?”  He raised one dark brow.  “What about the mornings?  And the afternoons?” 

“Those too.”  She nodded.  “All the times.  All the days.” 

“Now?”  He shifted his hips and her eyes widened when she felt he was half-hard again. 

“Any time you want me.”  She snaked her arms around his neck, turning her face up for his kiss.  “I’m yours.” 

Kelly keeps hearing from her college friends what a sexy beast her older stepbrother, Hayden, is—but he’s too busy being a college football star to have much time for girls. 

Well, except for Kelly.  They’ve always been close, but now that they’re going to the same school, they spend all their time together. 

Kelly roots for her brother on the sidelines as a cheerleader, but off the field, she secretly wishes he would pay her some attention. 

Because while she knows it’s forbidden, she can’t seem to resist, and it’s getting harder to hide her feelings for him. 

When the opportunity comes up for Kelly to push things in a different direction, she literally jumps at the chance. 

Will she be able to convince her stepbrother to cross that forbidden line? 

I followed the sound of iron plates slamming together, hurrying toward the garage entrance.  My gaze narrowed on one big, dumb jock. 

“Dammit, Hayden!  Should you be doing that?” 

He grunted, not looking at me as he scowled and pushed hard with his feet against the plate of the leg press, lifting a huge stack of iron disks.  Once he had it raised high, he ground out, “I have to be ready for the game on Saturday...  or I’ll be benched.”  But he grimaced half-way through, lowering the plates, and his thighs trembled.  “Kelly...  ?” 

Without being told what he needed, because I’ve always been tuned into my brother’s needs, whether it was helping him with his math or spotting him while he lifted weights, I straddled his body where he reclined on the padded seat and squatted.  Then I wrapped my hands around the bar from above to hold some of the weight.  I couldn’t take it all, but he didn’t need me to.  He simply needed help as he lowered the weight until the bar caught on the safety bracket. 

“Son of bitch.  I should have been able to push that!”  His hands steadied my hips.  “You can get your ass out of my face now, little sister.”

His words sounded muffled, like he was uncomfortable.  I released my grip and slowly stepped over him to stand beside the seat.  His face was red, but he wore a smirk.  I glanced down his body and noted the erection beginning to protrude at the front of his thin gray sweatpants. 

“Oh my God, you’re getting a boner!”

“Your sweet ass was right in front of my nose.  What do you expect?” 

“You have a boner—
for me!” 
I wrinkled my nose, more amused than shocked.  “I’m your sister!”

“It’s a nice ass.  I wasn’t thinking about you being my sister, just that you were wearing those little cheerleader shorts, and I’ve never been that close to a cheerleader’s ass.”  He shrugged and a little grin played at the corners of his mouth.  “Gimme a break.  I haven’t had any since Heather broke up with me.  I’m a guy.”

“Stop it!”  I said, slapping him.  “You have a hand.  I
know
you know what to do with it.” 

I raised my eyebrows, telling him I remembered quite well the time I’d caught him in the bathroom back home jerking off, the smell of baby oil filling the air.  He’d been so embarrassed, but so close, all he could do was close his eyes and shoot cum all over the towel he’d laid on the bathroom counter. 

“Jerking myself off doesn’t take away the edge.  It’s not the same as having a real puss—”

I stuck my fingers in my ears and sang, “La-la-la-la, I’m not hearing this.”

His hand shot out and grabbed my arm, tugging one of my fingers from my ears, then he tugged again and I fell against him, half-lying over him.  “We don’t play those games, Kel.  Never have.  It’s what I love about you.  I can tell you anything.”

“Well maybe...  you shouldn’t.”  My body was beginning to hum, my nipples tingling, the tips beading.  “We aren’t kids anymore.  We’re in college.  We have our own friends.  Our own relationships.”

“Not anymore,” he said, his hand smoothing up my back.  “I’m in training.  I don’t have time to go out and find another girl.  And I hear you and Brian broke up.  Is that what you came to talk to me about?” 

I sighed.  I really didn’t want to talk to him about it when my breasts were pressed against his sweaty skin, and his musky scent surrounded me.  Not for the first time, my mind went places it shouldn’t.  I was tempted to let my hands roam.  My fingers itched as I thought about wrapping my hand around the impressive erection poking my side. 

His hips moved and his dick nudged me. 

“You’re doing that on purpose,” I said, my voice catching. 

“Feels good,” he murmured, a sparkle of challenge in his brown eyes. 

“Any girl would do.”

He shook his head then let go of me.  “I better get up.”

“You already are.”  I gave him a sly smile.  He grimaced again, and I moved away to stand beside him again.  “That hamstring giving you trouble?” 

He nodded.  “Can’t believe I pulled it doing leg lifts during practice.  Coach sat me in the ice bath, then had his helper wrap it with compression bandages.  That was three days ago, and it was only a grade one strain.  Said he thought I’d be able to play Saturday and I should be able to work out today.”

“I doubt he meant you should be doing any heavy lifting.  You’ll cause more damage.”

“I’m not a patient guy.  Lying around, nothing to do makes me...  restless.”

“Horny, you mean?  You don’t have some girl you could call?  Coeds love a football player.  I’m sure someone could come help you ‘work off’ some of your frustration.”

“But then they’d want to stay.”  He shuddered. 

“And talk.”  I grinned.  “I know you have a phobia about that.”

“It’s not a phobia.  I just don’t like to talk after sex.”

“Poor baby.”  I laughed.  “Don’t you know that’s the cost of a good time?  Besides, you talk plenty to me.  It’s not like you’re shy or anything.”

“Yeah, but I can tell
you
to shut up, and you won’t get all pouty.  And you like the same things I do.  I don’t have to pretend to be interested in what you’re saying.”

“You’re such an asshole.  I get why Heather dumped you.”

He grunted and held his thigh while he moved his legs to one side of his seat. 

“Hey, you’re really hurting.”  I bent toward him to help him up. 

“It’s just a strain.”  His gaze locked with mine.  “But I’m cramping a bit.  I could use a massage...”

I blinked.  I’d given him massages before.  He was always injuring muscles.  But things had been changing between us of late.  Or maybe it was just me.  I was more aware of him as a handsome guy, not just my good-looking brother.  The way other girls looked at him, the way they talked about him, had made me really take notice. 

His tall, well-muscled frame naturally drew girls’ gazes.  His thick, dark hair and dark brooding eyes kept their attention.  And his quick smile was killer. 

Realizing I was staring, I mentally shook myself.  He’d asked me for a massage.  I could do that. 

“Okay.  But let’s move this inside so you can lie down.”

I followed him as he limped to the door leading into his apartment, then trailed him through the living area and hallway to his bedroom.  His bed was unmade, sheets twisted and pulled from the end. 

“Here, let me make the bed first,” I said, skirting around him. 

“Why bother?” 

“Okayyyy.”  I pulled back the comforter and top sheet and let them fall off the end of the bed, leaving the bottom sheet exposed.  “Lie facing down.  I’ll go find some lotion.”

“Under the sink,” he called after me. 

The sound of mattress coils creaking sent a warm flush of pleasure over my skin. 
Get a grip.  You’re only giving him a massage. 
But I grew warmer at the thought of touching his muscled thighs.  Hayden was a well-built guy.  Years of football had filled out his tall, lanky frame.  And I hadn’t had sex in over a month.  That thought left me slightly breathless. 

I found the lotion and returned to the bedroom, but nearly tripped when I noticed he’d removed his shorts.  His face was turned to the side, and he was watching me, a little smile on his face, eyes narrowed—again, challenging me. 

He knew better than anyone—I always took a dare.  So I approached the bed without comment and climbed onto the mattress to kneel beside him. 

“You won’t get deep enough from that angle.”  He was practically purring.  His breath held like he was waiting to see whether I’d take the bait. 

Pretending I wasn’t bothered by the sight of a nice round butt, I climbed between his legs then nudged on his inner thighs.  “Make some room.”

He widened his legs, just enough I could see his balls.  They were smooth.  It was on the tip of my tongue to ask me whether he’d shaved, but I bit my lip and drew a line of lotion down the back of his injured thigh.  Then I went to work, starting gently, rubbing the muscle, floating my hands over his warm skin.  Gradually, I leaned into him, giving him my weight as I used the heels of my palms to press into the swollen muscle. 

“Feels good.”  He groaned and resettled his legs, widening them again. 

But his buttocks were tight, and I knew he was resting on a full-blown erection.  It couldn’t be comfortable, and he was resisting grinding into the mattress, because it was his sister giving him this massage. 

“It’s okay.”  I kept my tone even, like I was a pro at this, like I didn’t know he was getting aroused by my touch.  “You can move.  It’s me.  And you’re too tense.  Let me help.”

His next groan sounded pained. 

“You don’t get it.”  His voice was thick. 

But I did.  And to let him know it was okay,
really okay
, I slid one hand between his legs and cupped his balls.  “I think I do.”

“Don’t.”  His breath hissed through his teeth.