HIM—A Stepbrother Romance: With BONUS NOVELLA: PERSONAL (13 page)

There, standing in the middle of Maldives, the man of my childhood dreams, just finger fucked me in record speed as I stood naked in a room in a private yacht.

#thiswasmylifenow

Breathless, I steadied myself as he wiped my passion off of his pouty lips. His smirk was undeniable.

“You may want to uh, wipe yourself before you lay on that bed. I can’t help what I do to you.” He winked.

I couldn’t help but to smile at the delicious aftermath of crazy adrenaline.

I let out a long sigh. That was so good. Gosh, he made me feel so good.

My hot breath blew into his ear. If he was going to tease me like this, I’d make him feel hot and needy as well. “I’ll think I’ll stay just as I am. Wet and ready.” I whispered.

My hardened nipples hurt and I suddenly felt a chill in the air as I pranced around naked in front of him, sauntering my ass of, teasing him until I got under the sheets in the massage bed.

The last thing I saw of him before I placed my head down on the massage pillow was a smirk mixed with pure lust.

Oh, and him hard.

Again.

Chapter Twenty-two

Kate

I feel asleep. I didn’t mean to but between the alcohol and the stress, the queen of all massages, and the gentle rocking of the yacht, I found my happy place and drifted off into
Neverland.

Sleepily and blissfully, with my hand in his, we lazily made our way back to the suite.

As soon as the door shut, he picked me up and twirled me on the bed. Naturally, my legs wrapped around him and I was awoken like the strength of an espresso shot.

His face lit up like the sun at dawn, when parts of the dark sky cracked open, revealing hints of colors that promised to dazzle your morning if you let it. Oh boy. I was in for it.

“What?” I asked.

 “What?” The curiosity in his tone was hungry for something.

“Whaaaaat?” I returned the question. Something about that look in his eyes, told me to hold my breath.

 “The bathtub jets.”

Heat flooded my cheeks as panic found its familiar place, a secondary response to the subconsious conditioning of the memory—the memory of my greatest embarrasement when my self exploration was recorded by his friends, thus sending me scattering away to boarding school, forever distancing myself from society. From him.

His warm grasp around my wrist, steadied me. The look in his eyes held a knowing. A longing.

His soft thumb pad made soft circles trailing down the smooth sensitivity of my baby soft skin on the back of my forearm. God, his touch was mesmerizing to my body. My nipples hardened instantly and the familiar chills traveled down my spine from the magic of his touch. I swallowed down the confused lump in my throat coupled with bubbling passion.

“Can you trust me?”

I swallowed down a mixture of emotions in my throat. His free hand trailed the baby hairs around my face before resting his mastered hand on my shoulder. God, I loved the way he touched me. Even the simplest of touches made me want to borrow my head in his chest and just melt.

I nodded slowly staring into those eyes of his.

“I want to help you have a new spin on the bathtub jets, a new memory. If you will allow me to, trust me to…. would you allow me to help replace what was with a new memory?”

His aqua eyes were tantalizing mesmerizing, hypnotizing. Under his gaze, I felt like I was in the presence of some mystical ancient creature that possessed the skills of mind control. Because all I know is I found myself nodding slowly again, the insides of my body already giving into the pleasure I knew he could provide.

Heat flushed up my cheeks as a cool rush of chilling thrill flooded my skin in wonder.

What could he do? What did he want to do?

I bit my lip with eager teeth and licked the inside of my gum.

His fingers slowly trailed over my collarbone and down my sternum. I held my breath at the slow lingering trailing touch.

“I’ve had this fantasy that I can’t get out of my mind. Of you,” he leaned in closer, his hot breath tickled my neck. His soft lips teased my ears. “Spread eagle, surrendering yourself to my hand.” His warm tongue caressed my neck and once again I was like warm chocolate melting on a hot summer day. Delicious, smooth, spent.

 “I want to see that, out there. But I want to control it. The bathtub out there has a jetted handle.” He winked seductively and I felt my pussy pulse in desire.

“Out there?”

His hands slid down caressing me pointing towards the outside covered terrace of our yacht suite.

Bradley gently moved my jaw with his fingers, turning it to face to the outside deck of our private terrace. It was pouring down rain. Even in the downpour, the white pristine marble garden tub looked like a picture straight out of a luxury magazine next to the dark mahogany stained wood.

 Gas lanterns and candles teased us with their romantic ambiance and ease. There in the corner, covered still, glowing ambers danced in an electric fireplace. It was one of the most romantic scenes I’d ever seen in my life.

An entire waterfall set on a complete rock wall backdrop was a step behind the tub. Exotic pink flowers kissed the rocks, providing the most exotic sight to behold. This was a scene straight out of
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
.

His deliberate grip led me out of bed and towards the terrace. We instantly heard the patter of the rain over the ceiling, providing an exciting electric feel in the air.

“Come on.”

Exotic thrill surrounded my senses.

"Wait! I'm... I don't know if I can just like, let you do that. Let you watch me. I'll feel embarrassed." I buried my face into his protective chest. His hands tenderly caressed my shoulders.

"Oh it's nothing a little bubbly won’t fix."

Ten minutes later, the bathtub water was filled with water and vibrant pink rose petals. They floated gorgeously along the surface, filling the water with their fragrance. The tub was huge; it could easily fit a party of five.

"Sit," he gently ordered.

I complied, sipping the flute of champagne he handed me, swallowing back my lust as I watched him undress. I could never grow used to staring at those etched muscles, the towering height and strength that belonged to this demi god.

The passion, desire, and intimacy were oh so real.

The sound of the jets turning on instantly triggered my arousal, the excitement of what was to come permeating my entire being.

His hands slid over my shoulders and then waved the massaging wand over my body. I closed my eyes and relaxed. It felt so nice. The thunder and lightning transported me to another dimension as the water pressure traveled further below, getting lower and lower and even lower….

“Open your legs for me, baby.”

Obliging, I spread them open, my heart pounding between my legs, anticipating the massaged sensations under the control of his hand.

 The gentle pressure massaged my inner thighs in slow circles as his free hand gently cupped my face before kissing me in his magical way that left me wanting more, breathless, and star struck.

The pressured water traveled up, up, up my inner thigh until my eyes closed in pleasure.

 It hit that magic spot. I let out a light moan and grabbed his shoulder. I felt embarrassed and tried to relax.

“Close your eyes and breathe; relax. Don’t tense your muscles.” He ordered with the gentleness of a yoga instructor. I cried out in high moans as the jetted pressure deliciously made me see stars. It was heaven. He moved the jetted head in slow deliberate circles over my trembling clit, pushing me closer and closer to that exquisite edge. The rollercoaster ride of pleasure my body was starting to experience regularly was approaching already. I opened my eyes and witnessed my toes curling. My nipples tightened as I fought to breathe steadily against the intense sensation.

Controlled and deliberate, he continued drawing those slow circles with the pressured jet, teasing me with sweet agony. I closed my eyes as I surrendered my body to the will of this demigod, moaning from the delicious feelings of his handiwork.

In an instant, the pressure intensified to another level; the feelings of bliss and heaven on edge.

My entire being felt so delicious, so right, and so damn delicate under his control. His lips latched onto my pleading nipples, forcing me to cry out in ecstasy. The orgasmic shooting sensations soared through me like a freight train as he greedily sucked on them. His tongue exploring every part of me. His teeth lightly grazed my nipple, sending ripples of pleasure that coupled with the slow and steady pressure of the soothing jets right over my spot. Right over it.

Eureka!
I was coming and coming, and he was sucking and biting. His suckling was a little hard, but it felt perfect on my nipples, which were hard as pebbles. Pleasure boiled with intensity until I exploded into my final orgasm, which was so explosive I fell into him, using the last of my strength to latch on to his shoulder. He broke away from my nipples and our lips met, giving me a taste of salt from my own perspiration. I moaned into his kiss until I was delectably spent.

The bathtub’s jetted wand dropped into the water. I collapsed back into the bath pillow, feeling limp, breathless and dizzy in intoxication. My breath staggered as I recovered. I was almost dizzy from the pleasure and heat but not spun out enough to miss the look in his eyes; there were contrasting expressions of hunger and satisfaction.

My lustful eyes traveled down south of his rock hard abs, the lines so masterfully crafted by hours in the gym and training for his competitions.

They could be yours, those abs.

Yours.

All of him could be yours, if you let it.

I swallowed down the teasing thoughts of life beyond the moment of being out in the middle of nowhere in paradise.

Forget the fact that we were no longer stepsiblings.

Forget the fact that I was vacationing in one of those surreal epic fantasy trips one sees plastered in the gossip magazines and on Enews!

He was not a Bradshaw and I was not Kate Meadows.

Here, out in the aqua waters, out on a deck in the middle of a thunderstorm, covered by glass worth thousands of dollars to keep us dry, surrounded by luxury, we were just two lucky people, blessed in the company of each other’s passion.

Enthralled.

All that mattered right now was him.

A crack of thunder rumbled and the waves picked up their flow, rocking me into him naturally. My face fell into his rock hard chest. I could taste the perspiration of his salty beads and my hand traveled down…down…down.

Bradley junior stood at attention, his need obvious.  

I wrapped my hands around his hardness and from the corner of my eye saw his eyes close.

I steadied myself from the rocking and rested my free hand on his shoulder.

His hand fell to my waist as he met me with a hungry kiss.

“I love seeing your petite hand wrapped around me like this.”

“Oh yeah?” I kissed him back, letting our tongues dance and glide. I teased his tongue with a slow gentle suck and trailed my kisses down his perfectly etched jaw, drawing slow kisses down his chest, all the while my hand slid over his hardness. He sucked in a breath and caressed my hair.

I loved it.

I loved every single ounce of pleasure he felt from me. It felt powerful to make a man like him feel so good already.

Down his etched muscles I drew my tongue.

Down his rock hard abs.

Down his lower pack until my tongue lightly swept over his tip like it was a delicate dessert from a far away land.

  My lips took him further as my tongue glided over him, pleasuring him in every possible way.

His moans grew and I loved that he was a vocal lover, rewarding my efforts and verifying I was doing the right thing.

We were still new lovers and I wanted to find out every single thing about him and wanted him to feel like no one else could. 

He slowly back walked to the edge of tub.

“You make me weak in the knees, baby.”

His hands slid through my hair, his nails running through my scalp sending pleasant chills. I moaned into him and took him deeper as I grabbed him with more passion.

His fingernails slid through my hair harder, as if he signaling more, harder, deeper.

So I met his cue, his moans encouraging me greater. My insides ached, burned with a fire that only he could fill.

But I cared about him and what he wanted.

My heart pounded as the rain poured and the lightening crashed. The yacht took another dip with the stormy waves and the water from the tub cascaded out into the deck.

 His right hand slid down to the back of my neck, cupping me, grabbing me with a passion and a need. So I followed the cue and met his eager anticipation. Suddenly, my hair felt absent of his warm hands as both of his hands were at my shoulders, down to my arms, cupping my breasts, twisting my erect nipples.

He twisted them and fire surged through my body down to my throbbing aching insides.

God, I needed him in me.

The need was burning, pounding, with such need, I felt like I was going to boil.

 "I need to be in that sweet tight pussy of yours, now."

Oh, I liked the dirty direct way he talked to me. His strength lifted me up in an instant and lifted me up on the side of the bathtub's edge. Before I knew it, my legs were spread wide, and Bradley danced his way inside of me. A slow, seductive, hip roll that made my toes curl and my eyes see stars and galaxies I never knew existed.