He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance) (15 page)

“Now lay on your stomach.”

I obeyed him. What choice did I have? I wanted the guy. His wish and all that. I stretched my arms over my head, offering myself to him. I felt him move and his weight settled on the back of my thighs. He straddled my body. The sun disappeared when he leaned over me. The cool lotion clung to his palms as he touched me. He gave my arms long, slow strokes. Down from the tops of my shoulders, then from my elbows to my wrists. As he moved, the hard strength of his thighs pressed into me. He poured more lotion into his hands and lifted up my arms, covering the underside as well.

Next, I felt his hands on the back of my neck. Like the masseuse had the one time I’d experienced a professional massage, he kneaded my neck. His long fingers slid beneath me to touch the collarbone on each side of my throat. More lotion, more stroking.

Between the heat of the sun, the coolness of the lotion and the softness of his touch, I found myself relaxing, almost tumbling into sleep. I grumbled a protest when I felt his weight shift, indicating he was stopping. I wanted to beg him to continue. It felt so good, so right. I let the sleep dancing on the edges of my consciousness filter in.

All thoughts of sleep were swept away when his hands jerked my legs open, his fingers now hard and compelling on my ankles.

“Cage!” I realized I was screaming his name a lot today.

He didn’t answer, but I heard a laugh in the grunt he gave. He spread a thick line of cool lotion from my ankle to the edge of my bikini bottoms. I groaned when his hands cupped my right foot and he started rubbing the arch of my foot. Was there a direct line to my womb? Because my loins were clenching like crazy. He did the same thing to my other foot and I thought I might come from that alone.

Next, he nudged my legs farther apart. I prayed he couldn’t see the wet spot on my bottoms. I was embarrassed to admit my pussy was wet. Wet from the interrupted blow job and now from the sensual touch of his hands on my feet.

His fingers sank into the muscles of my calves. He moved his hands up, stroking across the back of my knees. He rolled the heel of his hand over the back of my thighs, pushing down before sliding to the side. Then he started all over again on the other leg, spreading the lotion and massaging my tense muscles. How could I not be tense? He was stroking my body from my feet to my … pussy. Oh, heavens, his hands were moving closer to the juncture of my thighs, his thumbs digging into that soft layer of my inner thigh.

“Wider, baby, spread your legs wider.” Like a puppet, I did his bidding.

The next glide of his hands was slower, softer. Up my calves, a light stroke over the bend of my knee. His thumbs traveled all the way up the inside of my legs. This time he didn’t stop at the restrictive elastic band of my bottoms. His thumb pressed into my slit. I tried to close my legs, but he was between them, his big body holding them wide.

“You’re wet, Abby.”

Of course I’m wet, I wanted to snap at him. Your damn hands are magic. I didn’t say the words out loud, but I was sure my groan as he touched me again said it all.

I whimpered when he stopped and I felt him move away. I didn’t have to stay still for long. He flipped me over. I opened my eyes, my gaze unfocused from the languid state I found myself in and the brightness of the day. He moved and became a dark shadow between me and the sun overhead. He put more lotion on his hands and started at my neck, stroking it into my skin where my top didn’t cover. I let my eyes close, losing myself in the sensation of his touch.

There was a lot of bare skin on the top and sides of my bikini bra and he did a very, very thorough job to make sure I was protected. Then he moved to my stomach, long strokes sideways across my soft belly.

At first, I wanted to protest. Any woman with a few extra pounds knows what I’m talking about here. The stomach was no man’s land. For some reason, having a rounded belly was the bane of my curvy existence. I didn’t mind my thick thighs or rounded ass or even the less than firm skin of my upper arms. But my stomach …

Suddenly, it didn’t seem to matter as much since it was Cage who was touching me. Cage, who I knew desired me. Had proven he found me attractive.

He stopped for more lotion.

“Open your eyes, beautiful.” I did, blinking slowly. He’d removed his glasses and his blue gaze bored down on me. The air around us seemed to thicken even though nothing about the weather had changed. His fingers eased beneath the bottom of my bikini top. I hissed out a breath when his lotion-covered palms cupped my breasts. My hands gripped his forearms. As we stared into each other’s eyes, he kneaded and squeezed, hardening my nipples with the press of his palms against my breasts. Slowly, he reached behind me and undid the top. He eased it away until I lay before him topless and breathless.

“So pretty.” His face was still a study in seriousness as he pinched my nipples between his thumb and finger. My back arched off the boat’s hull. The movement pressed my lower stomach into his crotch. A crotch that was as hard and I’m sure as achy as my nipples. Instead of taking them in his mouth as I was silently begging him to do, he stopped touching me and moved to my legs.

With quick, efficient motions, he lathered the front of my legs in sunblock. As he knelt back on his heels, I thought he was stopping. A whine that sounded like a needy puppy escaped my throat. I bit down on my lower lip and looked down my body, past my heaving breasts to see him sitting there, looking at me.

“Cage?” My voice was a whisper of a question. He’d reduced me to a ball of mush that could only form one word sentences.

He continued to look at me, his gaze traveling up and down my body again and again until all my self-consciousness tried to resurface. When I made to cover myself, he gripped my knees, and shook his head no. My arms fell back to my sides. He moved, his hands finding the waistband of my only remaining piece of clothing and slid the bottoms of my bikini out of the way. My breathing accelerated as I thought about what was coming next. I couldn’t wait to feel his huge cock sliding into my wetness.

I laid my head back, waiting for the heaven, I knew he could give me. He parted my legs and spread them wide. Eagerly, I moved them, trying to help him. I drew them up until my heels touched my ass. “So pretty,” he repeated again right before a thick finger stroked up the center of my pussy.

“Oh, god,” I groaned. His fingertip lingered on my clit.

I felt him move and clenched in anticipation. He was going to fuck me. Finally. The last twenty minutes had been a study in torture. My body jerked in surprise when, instead of feeling the broad, thick head of his cock separating my slick folds, I felt the suction of his mouth as it closed over my clit and he worked me over with his tongue. Suck, stroke, swirl.

One large hand spread over my stomach and he pushed down, holding me in place. It was a good thing he did. I wanted to escape at the same time I wanted to move closer. Since I couldn’t move closer, the want had me moving my pelvis as best I could. It was somewhere between the rotation and thrusts of hips a stripper or pole dancer would make. It was crude but effective I realized when he started sucking harder. In minutes, we both knew that wasn’t enough. He let go of me with his mouth and took his thumbs to spread my flesh apart until my nub was exposed to the warmth of his breath. Then he was licking me.

I’d never had a guy go down on me even though I had given one or two blow jobs. I’d watched porn, despite what I might have told Cage earlier—hey, a girl has to learn somewhere—and knew this guy had serious skills. Not only was his tongue broad and thick, he was going down on me like a cat lapping up a bowl of cream.

Cream. I giggled in my near euphoric hysteria.

I squeaked when his tongue ventured further down than it had, lingering over the pucker of my other hole. Oh, the things I was learning about my body at the hands of my stepbrother.

His hands moved to my thighs, squeezing me hard before he turned his attention back to where I wanted, needed, it most. He burrowed his face into my pussy, thrusting his tongue into my channel as he opened me wide. I was about to go over the edge and I moaned.

He moved again and this time I did feel his cock sliding through my juices. He kept sliding and sliding until our bodies touch. He fisted my hair in one hand and looked down at me as he pulled out and slammed back home again. “I’m going to fuck you raw, Abby. Fuck. You. Raw.”

Two thrusts into his savage possession, I felt the strike of lightning inside me and my release burned through me. My pussy clenched around his cock, pulling at him with each stroke. It kept my body shuddering with my release.

With one last powerful thrust and a ferocious roar that I’m sure could be heard throughout the bay, he came inside me. I felt the thick, wet spurts of his seed, jetting inside me.

He fell forward, catching his weight with his hands as our breathing slowed. Still inside me, he rolled us until we were lying side by side, my hips still cradling his body. A cloud moved overhead and blocked out the sun. We lay there, randomly touching each other until our passion eased. More clouds joined the first, but we didn’t leave, not yet. We made love again, this time slow and easy, just like the storm clouds gathering.

I hoped that wasn’t an omen of things to come.

ABBY

I awakened the next morning feeling under the weather. I didn’t know if I had gotten too much sun or too much sex. Lazily, I reached over hoping Cage hadn’t left yet. This would be only the second night he’d spent in my bed. He had a tendency to leave before dawn. Tonight had been different. He’d stayed long after the sun had come up, but he’d still left. But not after hours of being with me. We’d talked in between the loving. He wasn’t the most sharing of individuals, but I felt we’d shared something of our lives and ourselves besides our bodies.

I yawned and stretched, grimacing when I felt the pull of my sore muscles—inside and out. Tossing aside the cover, I headed toward the bathroom. Maybe I’d get lucky and Cage would return from the gym early. I now knew he used the cool morning hours to jog along the beach and work out at a gym he’d found toward the outskirts of town. It was one the locals used.

I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the people who lived in this resort town. I knew how I would feel living here year round. It would suck. Some of the people who came here treated the residents like shit. A lot of my so-called friends included.

I turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. Using the bathroom, I realized it was about time for that dreaded monthly visitor. I liked to think of myself as an easy going individual—most days. I was an introvert so many perceived my shyness as being stuck-up or bitchy. Most days, I didn’t take the time to correct their misimpression. Why should it? It was usually the bitches who I didn’t fall at their feet, uber impressed by their pedigrees who thought that. The opinion of those people didn’t matter.

I tossed my clothes into the hamper, remembering the day I’d walked in on Cage and reprimanded him about throwing his discarded clothes around. I had learned since then that Cage was somewhat of a neat freak and would have no doubt picked up after himself that day.

Stepping beneath the spray, I let the hot water ease my sore muscles. Lying on the deck of a boat—umm, fucking on the deck of a boat—resulted in some interesting bumps and bruises. Leaning forward, I placed my hands on the shower wall, sticking my lower back under the water. There was a rainfall head and a couple of jet sprays on the sides that hit me in just the right spots.

“Stay just like that, sweetheart.”

I jerked my head up to discover a grinning Cage in the shower with me. How had I not heard him?

The steam of the shower wrapped around him like a lover’s hand. My gaze took him in and I realized I wanted him even though I wasn’t feeling my best. How could I not?

He was so damn fine.

His shoulders were broad, the muscles well defined. A light mat of dark hair covered his chest, trailing down his stomach to surround his dick. Which was jutting out from his body. Ready, willing, and able. He didn’t shave down there, just kept himself nice and tidy. Much like I did.

His large hands spread across the more than generous flesh of my ass, making me moan. Somehow I felt small when compared to his size. Feeling the length of him pressed between my thighs, I realized he was damn big all over. He covered me with his body. Reaching above me, he entwined our fingers even as he pressed his body closer to mine.

He leaned down and kissed the top of my shoulder, nibbling his way down. He went as far as he could without breaking the hold on my hands. He did the same to the other side. My body arched into his touch.

“Keep your hands up,” he whispered in my ear as he took one of his hands away. It dropped to cup my breast. He squeezed it, applying a delicious pressure somewhere between pain and pleasure. That sensation continued as he tweaked my nipple between his thumb and finger, pulling and twisting. I moaned, wanting—needing—more.

He’d come to know me, and my needs, so well in such a short amount of time. Giving my nipple one last sharp pull and twist, he moved his touch down my body. His touch on my stomach barely registered today. I didn’t care anymore that I wasn’t that tall, thin, athletic girl who wore a size two. I was in the arms of a man who, at least by his actions, told me that he wanted me. Wanted to fuck the hell out of me. I shivered, remembering the feel of his big cock inside me. I wanted it again.

He stroked across my curves and now all I could think about was how soon he’d touch me
there
. There being my aching pussy.

Mind reader that he was, his fingers found my slit and stroked down the center of my body. I had been satisfying my sexual needs for years, ever since I’d accidentally discovered how good it felt when I touched myself between my legs. But the feelings and sensations he could evoke with a simple touch put my self-satisfying techniques to shame. He stroked up and down, spreading my juices along the lips of my pussy. I was embarrassed at how wet I had gotten since it had nothing to do with the water from the shower. He must have known that.

“I love the way you get so wet for me, baby. How you get so wet, so fast.” He plunged a finger inside me and I groaned, bumping my ass back against his crotch. I wanted something in my pussy a hell of a lot bigger than his finger.

“Greedy bitch,” he murmured against the side of my neck. As he worked my pussy, he continued to nibble and suck along my shoulders and back. He pushed another finger inside me, completely ignoring my hungry bud. With just a touch, a flick of his thumb against that part of my body I would go off like a rocket.

Such control he had over my body. I knew that should worry me somehow, but I didn’t care. All I craved was his touch.

I turned my head to capture his mouth. He obliged, sticking his tongue down my throat. I whimpered against his lips as he added a third finger. Still not as filling as his cock, but the sensation was amazing. “Fuck me, Cage. Please fuck me.”

CAGE

My body was on fire. I’d come home from a long run expecting to find everyone in the kitchen. Instead, I found a note saying Horace and his wife—my new stepmom—would be out for the day. There had been no sign of Abby. For about the millionth time I thought about the turn my life had taken.

I still wasn’t certain I wanted a father figure in my life. I’d done fine for the last twenty-five years. Did I need one now? I was giving it a shot though, thanks to Frank. He’d always told me not to throw away any opportunity. That life didn’t always give you a second chance, but when it did, you needed to at least see what it had to offer. And I was willing to listen to a man who’d lived the life Frank had. He didn’t spout bullshit.

So I’d given my father a second chance and now I found myself in a shower with a girl who had, I knew, the ability to bring me to my knees.

If I let her. I was still in control of my own fate.

Or so I thought.

All thoughts fled from my brain as the blood traveled from my brain to my dick.

I needed Abby and I needed her now. Gripping my rock hard length in my hand, I guided the head to her soaked entrance. Our bodies lined up perfectly. I stretched her as I slid inside, slowly. I wanted to savor the sensation of her oh-so-tight channel accepting me, welcoming me. I didn’t know how many more times I’d get this opportunity. Life had a way of turning on a dime. Another lesson I’d learned early in life.

Once I was inside, I let go and grabbed her shoulders. She was still bent forward, her hands on the wall. I kicked her legs farther apart. “Wider,” I grunted, as I thrust again. I wanted to get as close to her as humanly possible. With my hands on her shoulders and my cock ready to go, I rammed forward, driving myself home.

I swear I saw stars. I ground myself against her ass before I pull back out, to drive forward again. And again. And again. My balls slapped against her clit with each thrust. I realized I was fucking her with very little control, absolutely no thought to her pleasure. But I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to mark her somehow, brand her as mine. Let her know there would never be another man who could make her feel like I made her feel in this moment.

My hunger didn’t dissipate, but the raw desire I had to own her did. My thrusts slowed and my hands moved, gathering her swaying breasts in my hands. They were so full, so lush. Everything about Abby was that way. She was a woman made to fuck.

I wave of jealousy washed over me as I thought of her allowing another man to do this to her, with her. I knew I had no rights to her. I was bad, I reminded myself as her pussy muscles clenched around my cock. I was bad to the bone.

Tweaking her nipples, I gave her hard, short thrusts that drew a moan from her lips. Music to my ears. I bent down to whisper to her, water washing over both of us. “Do you like that, baby? Do you like the way I fuck you?”

“Yes, yes. Fuck me more.” Her round ass pushed back to meet my thrusts. I used every trick I had ever learned to get a woman off. Then backed off before she could. I was a sadistic guy, I knew that. I rammed myself into her, filling her and thinking I’d never felt anything like this before. My balls started to tingle and my ass clenched. I knew I was about to release my load deep inside her and… I realized something else. I realized suddenly that this woman, Abby, had stolen a piece of my heart.

I grasped her below her waist, holding her steady for my next set of thrusts. I planned on sending us both skyrocketing into the stratosphere. “Come for me, Abby. Come for me hard.”

A few strokes was all it took and we both groaned. I spilled myself inside her as she clenched around me. I wanted to give her everything I had so badly, I stood on my toes, pushing inside as far as I could.

I felt her body shaking and I knew I’d had all I could take. With trembling fingers, I reached for the faucet and turned off the water that was now this side of chilly. “Let’s go, baby.” I opened the shower door and lifted her into my arms. She put up a weak protest that made me smile. Still the independent woman. I liked that. Sitting her on the vanity, I grabbed a towel and threw it over her shoulders before I dried myself. Throwing the wet towel into the corner, I waited to see if she said anything. She didn’t.

I love the look I’d put on her face. One of utter contentment and satisfaction. I took the towel and sponged up as much water as I could from her thick hair. It joined the one in the corner. Taking another, I took my time patting her dry. Her neck, her arms, her breasts. Bending my head, I gave the top of one breast a light kiss.

“Spread your legs.”

She gave me an ‘you’ve got to be kidding, look’ which made me feel about ten feet tall. But what can I say, with just a little encouragement, my cock would be ready to go again. And again. I couldn’t get enough of her. Never wanted to get enough of her.

She opened her legs for me and I saw that pretty pussy again. It made me want to kneel down and eat her out. I gave into the urge, but she stopped me with her fingers in my hair.

“No,” she said. Now I know when a girl says no, she means no. Didn’t mean I couldn’t try and change her mind. I ease forward, enjoying the sharp tug of pain as she continued to hold my hair. I flicked out my tongue and touched her clit.

“Sure about that?” I grinned up at her.

“Yes.” Her tone didn’t sound convincing, but something else told me not to push my advantage.

“Okay, sweetheart. Let’s get dressed.” I picked her up again and I was surprised that she didn’t protest. Sitting her on the bed, I knelt down in front of her again, this time I was more focused on her than getting a piece of that sweet pussy pie.

“What’s wrong, Abby?” I pushed a strand of wet hair away from her face and realized she was paler than normal, despite the tan she was acquiring. Also, her eyes had a glassy look to them.

ABBY

I glanced away from the concern I saw on Cage’s face. I was embarrassed to tell him what I thought was wrong. That I was about to start my period. That would be TMI—too much information. I know talking about ‘that time of the month’ was as natural as what Cage and I had shared in the shower. I guess it was the generations of ingrained training of don’t ask, don’t tell that made me hesitate. Or maybe, I thought with an inward grin, women adopted that attitude so
it
didn’t lose its effectiveness. That time of the month could certainly get you out of a lot of things besides gym class.

“Are you having trouble pissing?”

I groan and roll my eyes. So much for not oversharing.

“No,” I ground out. “It’s not that.”

“Are you sure? You’ve been doing some, um, different things lately and—”

“Oh, my god,” I gasped in horror. Was he referring to STDs? I had never thought about that and the fact that we were no longer using condoms. I am way too naïve I realized.

“Get that look off your face, Abby. I do not have any STDs. The MMA tests us every month. I was referring to a UTI.” His face had that tight expression on it that I’d come to associate with his temper. With his next words, the expression on his face eased, but it was still tight. “I will always take care of you, baby.”

Somehow I know that. Somewhere deep in my soul. “I know.”

“So tell me what’s wrong or I’m getting my father.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” I challenged him.

“Test me.”

I closed my eyes. “Alright. I think I’m about to start my period. Happy now?”

“As happy as I can be that you’ll be out of action for a while.” He hesitated then grinned. “Maybe.”