Mask - A Stepbrother Romance (29 page)

Chapter 10

Logan

Oh, fuck.

What the hell was I thinking? This was insane—I was actually kissing Sasha, and it was better than I could’ve ever imagined. I’d always thought she was hot as hell, but tasting her was on another level entirely. She had sweet, cherry-flavored lips, and fuck, it was amazing. A fire sprang to life in my stomach, and my brain unhelpfully added something that I didn’t want to hear.
Your parents are married. This is so, so wrong. You should stop before it goes too far.

I was about to pull back and do what was right, but then Sasha let out an involuntary moan and tossed her head back in a fit of passion, and damn, if that wasn’t the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen, then I didn’t know what was.

My cock stood to attention, desperate to escape the confines of my jeans. In its bid to do so, it completely switched off my brain, only letting one more thought through.

This is wrong…but so right.

Once those words ran through my head, I was done. There was no turning back for me. The fact that this was so taboo and so naughty had me running fucking wild. Everything else vanished into nothing—the situation surrounding us, our family, even the room. It was all just me and her; anger turning into something new, something sexy, something wonderful.

Something I’d never experienced before.

She pushed her body hard up against mine, and a tingling anticipation flooded through my veins. I felt her hands wrap tightly around my neck as my kisses traveled down her throat, showing me that she was just as lost as I was.

My hands began to make their way up and down her body, finally exploring what I’d fantasized about for far too long. My imagination had done her no favors. Her body was mind-blowing; soft and curvaceous in all the right places, and my heart was almost pounding out of my chest at the thought of being inside her. Could it really happen? I hoped to fucking god that it could, because if she stopped me now, I might just die.

Her skin was glistening, perspiring with all that was about to come. Mine was the same; covered in a fierce, excited sweat. I watched one small droplet fall down between her plump breasts, and it drove me nuts.

Unable to take it anymore, and fully knowing that there was no turning back now, I slammed her body up against the nearest wall. At first, I thought she was going to go crazy at me for pushing her too far; for making this more real than it had been up until this point, but she simply kissed me again with all the fiery passion of someone who was seriously pissed off and thrilled at the same time.

Angry sex with my stepsister—apparently that was where we were at now. Holy fucking shit…I couldn’t have asked for anything better.

She tugged on my shirt, and I responded by yanking it over my head, finishing the job for her before meeting her eyes for just a few seconds. There was a real sense of rage there, burning just beneath the surface, but it was combined with a deeper sensuality; one that was sending prickles of desire all through my body.

“I want you so fucking bad,” I murmured, needing her to know how I felt in this moment. There was no room for misunderstanding or error here. There was just too much at stake. 

She responded by digging her nails into my back and pulling me closer for an even more intense kiss. Taking this as confirmation, I edged my fingers under the hem of her top and stroked her soft curves, then moved down to the waistband of her jeans. I slowly unbuttoned them and pushed them down as her chest rose and fell in heavy, wanton breaths, and I slid my hand into her panties, needing to feel how much she wanted me. It was all well and good that she was showing me with her actions, but there was no way her body would betray her. The truth lay in her panties, and we both knew it.

As I traced my fingers along the lace that I discovered, I felt her tremble just a little under the power of my touch. That made me feel fucking amazing, and I wanted more.

I pulled back to look at her, rubbing my other hand over the curves of her ass as I slowly peeled the panties to one side. I locked my eyes with hers and didn’t break contact at all, not even when she started to bite her lip, trying to keep the passionate moans inside. Not even when I slipped a finger inside of her, and not even when I felt how wet and ready she was. I almost buckled at the knees as I felt just how tight and warm she was, but I kept my eyes trained on her face as my thumb grazed over her swollen clit. I needed to know just how her features looked as she contorted in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped. “Oh, god…”

I slipped another finger inside her, moving my other hand up to cup her breasts. The silky fabric of her top was still in the way, so I finally moved my hands away from her to pull it off. If we were going to do this, I wanted to see her naked and begging for it. I had no idea how she really felt about me—especially since she’d just been on that date with that asshole Jason—and I needed to make the absolute most of this, just in case it never happened again.

As I tossed her top to the side, I drank in her gorgeous body. Her white lace panties matched her bra, which contrasted perfectly with her tanned skin. She looked virginal and innocent, yet somehow dirty at the same time, because right now she was filled with a confidence that I hadn’t seen in her before. She was owning her body, and that was sexy as fuck.

Her dark, hooded eyes were sending me insane, so I did the only thing I wanted to do and fell to my knees, nudging her legs open with my nose. She gasped loudly as she realized what was about to happen, and I left a quick trail of kisses along her stomach, hips and thighs before grabbing the waistband of her panties with my teeth and yanking them down.

I looked up at her with a wicked grin, and then I buried my head between her legs and flicked my tongue up and down her slick lower lips, tasting the sweet desire she had for me.

“Oh!”

Sasha gasped, jerking above me. She tried to grip the wall, looking for something to hold her upright, but there was nothing there for her to dig her fingernails into, so I grabbed hold of one of her legs and moved it over my shoulder. This would keep her from collapsing, and it gave me much better access to her sweet center.

I ravished her slowly, my tongue stroking and coaxing, and Sasha moaned above me, legs trembling like mad. I groaned, the vibration adding to her sweet suffering, and I lifted my tongue to explore and gently manipulate her perfect pussy. God, she smelled and tasted so fucking good. I pulled my tongue up through her folds, circling around the top of her clit again, and she let out another soft moan.

Fuck, I could eat her pussy like this forever.

I wrapped my hands around her, grabbing onto her ass and digging my fingers into her cheeks. I wanted to taste, lick and bite every inch of her wonderful body, and I wanted to make her scream. My cock was already so hard that it ached, and my heart thumped wildly in my chest. I’d never wanted a girl this badly, and while that was strange for me, it also felt better than anything.

I couldn’t wait to watch her come, and the thought of seeing her bite her lip in ecstasy made my cock throb impossibly harder. I couldn’t see her from this position, though, so I pulled away, stood up and grabbed her again. She clung to me, and I lifted her up and wrapped her legs around my waist. Then, I turned around and threw her on the bed, finally unhooking her bra in the process. She raised her eyebrows in surprise but quickly adjusted to her new surroundings and gripped onto the sheets, finally having something solid to hold on to. Her back was arched, still feeling the pleasure from a few seconds ago, and I loved seeing her like that; loved knowing how wild I was making her.

I quickly slid down and buried my face between her thighs again, and her hands went to my head, twining in my hair and tugging on it as my tongue circled her clit again. Her legs twitched beneath me, and I looked up at her with a teasing grin again, loving the way she moaned and pushed her hips forward, sucking in air every chance she got. She wasn’t far off climaxing, but I wasn’t going to let her have it just yet. I wanted to build it slowly, pull another few heady moans from those lush lips of hers.

She writhed against me as my tongue returned to her slit, and her body went tight with longing and anticipation. I kept my rhythm steady, working her clit in deft circles, pulling her higher and higher, and every time I felt her getting close to the edge, I pulled away for a second, letting her grow even more desperate.

“Logan,” she finally groaned, her voice hoarse with wanton need. “Stop teasing me.”

I jerked my head up at that and feigned an innocent expression. “Sorry, did you tell me to stop what I’m doing?”

She narrowed her eyes and pushed down on my head, hard. “No! Keep going!”

I ringed her slick entrance with one finger, and her whole body shook and shuddered as I dipped it inside, rubbing her slowly as my tongue kept on working away at her clit. Then I looked up at her again to see that her eyes were closed, and I knew she was about to lose it. I rubbed my finger against her front wall in a beckoning motion, still working her clit rhythmically at the same time, and soon, I felt her writhing underneath me. She was moaning more and more, and her hands were gripping my hair so tightly that she was almost pulling it out.

“Come for me,” I murmured, pausing only to say those three words before diving right back into her folds.

She moaned louder and sucked in a sharp breath of air. Her hips bucked forward, her legs tensed up, and then her whole body jolted like mad as her climax crashed over her.

“Oh…oh!” she cried out. Her pussy clenched around my finger as she came against my mouth, and I kept going, extending her bliss as her orgasm washed over her. I tasted her sweet pleasure, greedily lapped it up, and when I finally raised my head to look at her, I could see her eyes shut tight in ecstasy. She was holding her breath now, and her face was scrunched up.

She was still the most beautiful girl in the world to me, scrunched face or not.

I moved up her body, hovering over her and waiting for her to finally open her eyes. She was lost in the moment and enjoying every second of it, but I needed to see those perfect brown eyes again.

As soon as her eyes snapped open and saw me, I moved down and sucked on her hard nipples. I tugged and gently nibbled, wanting to give her a variety of sensations to see which sent her the craziest, and she responded by voraciously tugging at my jeans, desperate to see what else I had for her.

She wanted my cock. She needed it.

I couldn’t stop myself from sitting upright to send her a cocky grin. She was finally admitting how much she wanted me, and that felt fucking fantastic.  Her gaze drifted down, away from my face, and I pulled my jeans off and tossed them away, showing her the hard bulge in my boxer shorts.

“You want more, don’t you?” I asked, arching one brow. I wasn’t quite as confident as I was making myself out to be, because in all honesty, Sasha made me weak at the knees, but I didn’t want her to see that. She wanted the overly-confident, over-sexed type of guy, so that’s what I was going to give her.

She nodded, and I slid out of my boxers and leaned across her to grab a condom from my bedside table. We were being wild and crazy, but we needed to be safe, because I didn’t want this night to have long-term consequences. Not only would that put us in the shit, but our parents would fucking lose it too.

Just as I curled my hand around the small foil wrapper, I felt Sasha’s fingers wrap around my length and start to slowly move up and down, and I took in a labored, ragged breath. She was tentative at first, not really knowing what I’d like, but as I looked down at her and met her eyes, she started to play with more aggression, gripping me firmly and gently teasing my balls with her other hand.

What she was doing to me felt fucking good, but if she didn’t stop it soon, I’d never be able get inside her, and that was where I wanted—no, needed—to be. I slowly wrapped my hand around hers and moved it away, and she watched as I tore the condom wrapper open with my teeth and slipped it over my cock. She looked nervous, and I had to admit, I was a bit nervous as well. It was like it was my first time all over again—the anticipation, the excitement, the tension…it was all there.

I leaned back over her, teasing her soaking entrance. She arched and pushed against me, and I finally guided my cock inside her, feeling her body shiver as the warmth in me intensified. Her pussy was tighter than anything, and I almost wanted to cum right away, but I couldn’t; I needed to give her everything I had for as long as I could.

She clung to me, her arms and legs wrapped around my back, and I drove into her hard, my thrusts short and insistent. This wasn’t slow lovemaking; it was fast and furious fucking, and every thrust took us both higher and higher. We were both quieter than we probably would’ve been otherwise, too aware of the possibility of getting caught by our parents if they came home early. The thought of getting caught made it more intense, even more taboo.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as her fingernails raked down my back. 

I let her manipulate me, rolling me onto my back as she decided to climb on top, and she raised her hips before impaling herself on my cock again. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she began to ride me, and with every grinding movement, her clit bumped up against my pubic bone, making her bite her lip as she tried to hold the ecstasy in for just a second longer.