Stepbrother's Gift (17 page)

His kisses went to my neck, immediately making me weak in the knees. Before I could push him off again, he raised his lips to my ear. “I have thought about nothing but your body for the past three days. Last night was torture for me. I won't be able to think until I have release.”

His deep voice resonated all the way to my core. I thought about his release, and it was all I could do to make an “mmm hmm” sound as I kissed him back. He practically growled as he unzipped my jacket, pulling it down off my arms. As soon as my arms were free, I went for his slacks, unbuttoning them and pulling them down. They were already caught on his cock, hard and practically throbbing in his underwear.

My t-shirt was gone in an instant, and in one deft movement, he had my bra off and on the floor. He moved in, kissing down my neck to my tits. I moaned softly as he tongued one nipple and then the other, moving back and forth. As he kept moving down, I felt a little weak in the knees as he kissed my belly. In a moment, he was sliding my jeans down off my ass, kissing me on top of my panties.

I stepped out of my pants and he kissed his way back up, unbuttoning his own shirt as he went. The last button seemed to be giving him some trouble, and in frustration he tore his shirt open. I heard the single button skitter across the floor.

“Aren't those kind of expensive?” I asked breathlessly. The rate he went through shirts would make Clark Kent jealous.

“It's just one button, I'll get it sewn back on,” he said as he pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. He had nothing but his boxers on, and I had nothing but my panties on. I reached in through the front entrance to his underwear and grabbed his cock. It was harder than I had ever felt before, straining against the fabric.

I pulled it out as we kissed, jerking it off a little bit as I did so. He thrust at me, rubbing the head of his cock against my panties. I wanted him inside me so badly. I looked down at it rubbing against me. He was pressing against my opening through my panties, and a perfect camel-toe was being formed. I could see a damp spot where either he or I was already starting to leak fluids.

I sank to my knees and took him inside of my mouth without a single thought. He began to work his hips, thrusting that huge cock deeper down my throat. I relaxed, letting him use my mouth, use my body. I looked up at him, hoping he'd be looking down at me. Even better, he had his arm braced against the wall, his eyes closed and his face a picture of pure ecstasy. I kept sucking even harder.

Suddenly, his fingers were in my hair. He pulled me to my feet. There was pain, but also pleasure, and for a moment I could see what Nicole found so alluring about it. He brought me in for another kiss, his cock pressing into my panties at the same place. His fingers ran along the inside of my panties, and for a moment I thought he was going to start fingering me. I wanted it. However, in a moment I felt him break the kiss and pull with his fingers, tearing a hole in my panties and ruining them.

His loss of control was scary but, at the same time, exciting. I wanted him to lose all his control sexually and give me everything he had. I just dove right back in for another kiss. When he lifted my leg in his hand, I didn't try to fight it at all. His wet cock pressed against my pussy, searching for a way in. Every fiber in my body ached for him to fill me. I couldn't breath I needed it so badly. I angled my body to give it the least resistance, and practically screamed as he slid all the way into me.

My shocked squeak didn't slow him down at all. Immediately, he began to piston within me, spreading me open further and further. I wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and the other went to his shoulder for balance. He pounded into me without stopping.

I felt the leg that I was balancing on begin to shake. I moved to put my other foot back on the floor, but instead he just put his hands on my ass and lifted me up, pressing me into the wall. I had both my hands behind his neck now, letting him drive me into the wall with all his strength. I threw my head back and began to moan as loud as I could. I needed some way to release the tension building inside of me. I wondered if anyone in the hall could hear me and what they would think if they knew what was going on.

He moved my feet back to the floor and pulled out of me. I teetered on my feet, but without a moment of hesitation, he grabbed my arm and whirled me around. His strong hands then lifted mine up above my head and pressed them against the door. I was pinned and at his mercy. He then moved his hands to what was left of my panties. He pulled them down so that they were around my knees, but left them there. 

I could feel him spreading my ass cheeks as he pressed me into the door. I whimpered into the door, needing to be filled again. My face, tits, belly were against the wall as his cock slid deep into my pussy. I immediately went up on my tiptoes to take more of him inside of me, and he pushed all the way in. His long, thick cock curved in a way that I knew only his could, hitting just the right spot over and over.

His hands went to my hips, moving me back and forth as he stayed still. “Dance for me,” he growled. I began to move my hips in time with him, dancing to some unheard rhythm. One hand stayed on my hip, but the other strayed up my body. I felt him touch my sides, pressing into my skin. His fingertips were calloused against my soft skin and it made me shiver with want. He brought his fingers to the underside of my breast, then kept moving.

Suddenly, his fingers were in my hair. He scrunched them up, and my hips stopped moving as I froze. His thrusts seemed to grow even more frantic. “Every time that slut had me pull her hair last night, I was fantasizing about doing this to you,” he said through clenched teeth.

His cock grew even larger as he pulled even harder. I loved the thought of him wanting me out on the dance floor. Craving me like I craved him. The pain accentuated the pleasure, and I found my cheeks start to glow red. I was moaning loud enough that my voice was starting to get hoarse, and I felt my eyes roll back into my head.

“Come for me, Allie,” I heard him say. It was a demand.

I squeezed my eyes shut and began to babble incoherently as my own fantasy came true. Every muscle in my body went tight as my orgasm began to wash over my body. It was even better than the one I had in the shower. My legs spasmed and knew that they wouldn't hold out for much longer. I needed him. Now. “Come in me,” I begged. “Come in me, quick!”

James' hand left my hair and moved back to my hip. He began thrusting deep and fast, using my body for his maximum pleasure. His cock grew even more, almost to the point of pain as a growl came from him. A rush of liquid hit my body, hot and fast, as his first spurt entered my body. I cried out “Yes!” as I felt more and more of him spill out into me.

My knees went wobbly, partly from my pleasure and partly from exertion. I arched my back, milking his cock and giving him all I had. My legs quivering, I grabbed onto the doorknob for support as I moved some weight from my legs. “Don't you dare stop,” I moaned.

He grunted and kept pumping into me. I could already feel his seed completely coating me, filling every nook and cranny. My ears were ringing, but I could still hear the wet sound of him pushing into me and pulling fluid out, which was now already beginning to drip down my leg. I knew he was done with his orgasm, but I kept bucking my hips, still feeling his hard cock fill my body.

Our tempo slowed, but he didn't pull out. We just rested there, braced against the door and breathing hard. I squeezed my pussy down on him and felt a little more liquid flow out, causing me a little aftershock of an orgasm.

Finally, his cock slid out of me, bringing what felt like several gallons of liquid with it. He staggered back into the hotel room, taking a seat in the first chair he could find and throwing himself into it, breathing hard. I turned around and smiled at him. My own legs were quite wobbly, so I just made it over to his chair before collapsing into his lap. I felt his cock twitch once underneath me as his arms wrapped around my body. We sat like this for a few minutes, not looking at each other, but relaxed against each other.

Finally, he said, “Well, I'm ready to talk if you are.”

“W
hat do you want to talk about?” I asked coyly. I put my nose against his throat. He smelled so amazingly good. Masculine, yet clean and sexy as hell. I could smell him forever and never get tired of the scent.

He shook his head. “Well, for one, no other woman has ever had that effect on me.”

I blushed. Even here, cradled in his arms and naked, he could somehow make me feel even more beautiful. One of his hands remained behind my back to support me while, with the other, he began to run his fingertips up and down my skin. It sent shivers and smiles through my entire body.

He continued. “I think I like you, Allie.” His voice turned darker. “And that's a problem.”

I sighed. “I know.”

“I've wanted to fuck you since I was eighteen, but I thought it would be just a one-time thing. The only reason I didn't try back then was because I knew it would complicate things at home. Your dad was great to me, and I didn't want to ruin that by listening to my dick, especially because he was cool with me bringing home other girls. But now...”

I waited for him to continue. “But now?”

He sighed. “You had become something of a fantasy girl for me. I'd pick up mousy little blondes who reminded me of you and fuck them silly. With all my money, they all thought I was out of their league and would do anything for me, and in turn I made them do
everything
.”

I thought about what “everything” included. I thought about asking, but he continued.

“But now that I've got the real thing, I don't want any of that. I just want you, plain and simple.” He laughed a bitter laugh. “It's funny, but being with you is the one thing money can't buy.”

“Because of my dad? Look, he knows I'm no longer his little angel. We can talk to him and-”

“It's not just your dad,” he said, cutting me off. “It's the public. It's the business. Imagine if I have a big deal coming up, and it becomes known that I'm fucking my little sister-”

“Stepsister,” I corrected him.

“Right, stepsister. It's still a sore subject with most people. Imagine that business owner is one of them and calls the whole deal off. I could lose millions. My shareholders could lose millions. I'd be thrown out of my own company.”

I bit my lip. “But you'd still be rich.”

“Yeah, of course I'd still be rich. But it's about more than the money to me. It has always been about more than the money. If there's one thing that your father taught me, it's the joy of negotiation. The wheeling and dealing. It's the most important thing in my life right now.”

It was more brutal honesty from him. It was everything I could to keep from touching my belly and thinking about the future that the child had. “More important than me,” I said in a soft voice.

“Not entirely,” he said quickly. “It's just- we can't allow this to be public. That's all. I still want to see you. I still want to touch you,” he said, running his fingers up to my breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I can't not touch you.”

“So, where do we go from here?” I asked, hiding my face in his shoulder.

He shrugged. “The status quo works alright for me for now. We both agree to stay single or to let the other one know if anything changes with that.” He smiled. “I can meet you here, you can meet me in Boston, we can both meet up in Hawaii. You know, whatever happens to be most convenient at the time.”

“Hawaii, huh?” I bit my lip. It would interfere with my school to have to jet set around the country any time I wanted to meet up with James. Then again, he had been so excited to see me that he had practically bashed my door down with his cock, and I wanted more of that. “This week is actually pretty good for me if you want me to come to Boston.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe. I have a lot of work this week, but if you don't mind spending more time at the coffee shop, that might work.”

I practically shivered at the idea of spending more time with James. “You know, I'm going to need some money if I'm going to be buying tickets to all sorts of fancy locations. Otherwise, my dad is going to put a stop on my credit card.”

James laughed. “I'll wire some money to your account out of my alias' account.” I thought about asking him for a moment why he would need an alias for anything, but then he stood up, picking me up with him. It seemed to be effortless for him to pick me up and cradle me like this. “And now, my dear, I believe I am ready to go again.”

I looked down. He wasn't kidding. Somehow, as we sat, he had already extended to his full length. “James, it's only been like fifteen minutes!” I said, giving him a wry little smile. “I think I'm pretty sore.”

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Allie. You're eighteen years old. Your body is a limber little ball of energy.” He lifted me up further, kissing me. I ran my hand over his chest, enjoying the feeling of his taut muscles as he kept me lifted up. I heard him moan softly as he kissed me, then he pulled away. “Tell me you don't want it again,” he challenged me.

I grinned. “Well, I suppose this little ball of energy has one more left in her.”

I felt myself being lifted up over his head. I shrieked as he threw me over his shoulder, his hand staying securely on my ass as he walked toward his bed. For the moment, I didn't care how sore I was. This view was amazing. I watched that muscular ass move and admired it, knowing that soon it would be undulating as he thrust into me.

I couldn't see where we were going, but when he bent over and threw me off his shoulder, I braced for a hard landing. Instead, I found myself thrown onto a nice, soft bed. James' naked body was next to mine in an instant. He seemed to be worshiping my body, running his fingers up and down from my belly to my tits. I closed my eyes and began to writhe, knowing that he'd enjoy that.

After a few more moments of caresses, I arched my back and moaned for him. That seemed to be all it took to drive him wild. I loved that I had that effect on him. He moved on top of me, his cock immediately questing for my entrance. I was completely turned on, but I knew that the best lubricant was still leaking out of me. When he found my pussy, I spread my legs just a little wider and he slid right in.