Mask - A Stepbrother Romance (32 page)

With every step I took forward, she moved backwards to avoid us crashing into each other, and soon she was backed up against the alley wall. Her words trailed off as she realized where this was headed. The night had obviously driven her into a sexual frenzy because she reached out, held my face and kissed me hard without me having to say or do anything else.

I pressed my body against hers in response, and I knew she could feel my hardness pressing through my pants right at her belly. I took her lower lip and gently bit it as our lips and tongues crashed against each other again and again, and then I groaned as Sasha pulled away and kissed across the side of my face towards my ear, then down my neck. Fuck, everything she did felt so good.

Her lips continued to tease my skin, encouraging my growing lust, and my hands ran down her side before wrapping around her back, pulling her tighter against me. I could feel heat radiating from her body along with the delicious, flowery scent of her perfume, and finally I slipped my hand into my pocket and hit the vibration button again.

“Oh god, Logan. Not now…” Sasha was trying to sound stubborn, but there was a hoarse tone of arousal in her voice which completely gave her away.

I pulled back and stepped away from her, despite the fact that she was trying to cling to me. I hit the button once more, only this time, I didn’t stop.

“Logan!” she gasped again.

She allowed her entire body to collapse against the wall, unable to hold herself upright anymore. I didn’t want her to climax against a cold brick wall, so I wrapped my arms around her again, holding her upright as the vibrations continued to send her wild.

“Oh…”

She panted loudly before pressing her lips against mine once more. Fireworks exploded inside my stomach and my cock throbbed for her, but tonight wasn’t about me and my pleasure. It was all about Sasha.

I’d have her sensual expression in my mind’s eye to keep me going through the night, anyway.

She shuddered and panted in my arms, and I continued to kiss her with all of the fiery passion that was burning within me. Finally, her body went tense before trembling and twitching like crazy, and I knew she was coming in my arms.

Fuck, yes.

“God…what are you trying to do to me?” she said as the spasms finally began to subside.

I chuckled. “You liked that little surprise?”

“I certainly wasn’t expecting it,” she said, pulling back to look at me. “You know, I thought they were just regular panties when you gave them to me, you sneaky bastard.”

“So…?” I pressed on, needing to hear her say it.

“So what?” she asked, confused by my insistent questions.

“Was it a pleasant surprise?”

She smiled and playfully hit my arm. “I guess you could say that.”

“Does that mean we’re good?”

“Depends what you mean by that.”

“I mean you and me. Us,” I said, awkwardly rubbing my chin as I spoke. I’d never had this kind of conversation with a girl before, because I’d never wanted a relationship, so I wasn’t quite sure what to say. On top of that, I’d never been worried that a girl might actually say no to me before, and my heart pounded as I waited for her response.

She nodded, and her shoulders visibly relaxed. “Yeah. I’d say there’s an ‘us’…if that’s what you want.”

“Of course that’s what I want,” I replied with a grin.

As I looked at her standing there, eyes shining up at me, I knew I never wanted to walk away. Unfortunately, I had to, and as soon as I stepped back, I already missed the sensation of her body against me.

“I guess we should get back to the freak show,” I said, annoyance tainting my tone as I gestured back towards the hotel.

“Oh god, yeah. How are we going to explain us being outside for so long?” she said, stepping away from the wall.

“Don’t worry about it. I really don’t think any of them care,” I replied, walking behind her and taking one last lingering glance at the gorgeous outline of her body.

When we got back inside, we’d have to go back to acting as if we meant nothing to each other, and that was going to be damn hard.

Especially considering she already meant everything to me.

Chapter 13

Sasha

The next few weeks were busy as hell with all my college assignments piling up, but I coped with it all well, seeing as I was still riding on the high of being with Logan. Since our chat in the alley, we’d officially been ‘together’, and we’d been sneaking around and stealing hot and steamy moments whenever we could. When our parents and Martha were at home, we knew we couldn’t risk having sex like we did when they were all out, but there were still flirty smiles, winks and even kisses when we could sneak them in.

All in all, we were both getting lucky on a regular basis.

Now, on this warm Friday evening, I could enjoy Logan’s company when our parents went out again….if I could just get this damned psychology paper finished first.

“Ugh!” I groaned, slamming my fist against my desk as I stared at my laptop screen. This assignment was taking much longer than I’d been expecting it to take, and it was driving me insane. I knew all the material we’d learned in the class so far, so I had no idea what was holding me back from getting it finished.

I heard Logan calling out from his room a second later. “Are you okay?”

I hadn’t even realized he was upstairs—I might have kept my temper to myself if I had, so he wouldn’t think I was some sort of insane harpy.

“Yeah, it’s just a stupid assignment thing,” I called back, blushing over my outburst.

His head quickly peered around my door. “Why don’t you take a break? Come and hang out in my room for a bit. You’ve been studying nonstop for the last few days.”

“I…what?” I was stunned by his question. There was no way we could spend time together in his room without getting caught, and I wasn’t sure we could pretend to be platonic stepsiblings hanging out with each other, either. It was a struggle to keep our hands off each other at the breakfast table with our parents right there, never mind in a room with a door and a bed…

“Don’t panic,” he said with a grin. “Our parents left early, and so did Martha. Didn’t you hear them all go?”

“Nope, I must’ve been too distracted with the assignment.”

“Well, they won’t be home for hours…”

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and my heart almost burst with excitement.

“Okay, I’m on my way.” I stood up, my paper forgotten for now, and I trailed along behind him towards his room.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asked in a faux-innocent tone, knowing as well as I did where this evening was really headed.

“Sure.” I smiled coyly, playing along.

“There’s my DVDs.” He pointed over to a messy rack in the corner of his room, and I pretended to examine them all closely. In reality, I was checking him out from the corner of my eye, and I was elated to see that he was staring at me with a lustful expression on his face.

He was dressed casually in a short-sleeved T-shirt which revealed his taut arm muscles and the sexy ink he had trailing downwards from his left shoulder. His jeans were slung low, giving me a brief glimpse of his six-pack and black boxers when he yawned and stretched. He was just so effortlessly sexy, and for some reason, he wanted me.

I was dressed casually too, but somehow I made it look slobby compared to him. I had black sweat pants on with a white tank top, my hair was in a messy bun, and my face was makeup free. That was the only downside to a surprise rendezvous—no time to prepare myself.

I finally grabbed hold of one of the DVDs without even really looking what it was, and I tossed it his way. “This looks good.”

“Cool. Are you hungry? Should we order a pizza or something to have while we eat?” he asked as he slotted the disc into his DVD player.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Shit, I just remembered. My computer is running updates, so I can’t use it right now,” he said. “I might be able to use an app to order it from my cellphone, though.”

“Oh, don’t worry about finding the app. My laptop is in my room, so you can order it from there, if you like,” I replied distractedly, not really thinking about the food. My mind was far more focused on what was underneath his clothes. The nicer he was to me, the more turned on I became, and while pizza would be great, kissing him and running my hands all over his body would be much better.

“Cool. Should we get one pepperoni pizza with extra sausage and one Hawaiian?” he asked. “They’re your favorites, right?”

I nodded. We’d ordered pizza twice as a family since Mom and I moved in, long before Logan and I started hooking up, and on each occasion I’d had both pepperoni and Hawaiian pizza. Back then, I’d never thought he was paying me any attention; at least enough attention to know what my favorites were. I guess he really wasn’t the player I’d initially assumed he was, and he’d been paying me this much attention all along.

For some reason, that thought turned me on more than anything.

“Wait,” I said as he was about to leave the room to get my laptop. Mischief lit my eyes, and I flashed him a devilish grin as he paused. “Before you get the pizza with extra sausage, why don’t you give me another kind of extra sau…oh god, I can’t even say it.”

He grinned. “Are you trying to sound like one of those eighties porn stars where the pizza delivery guy shows up with an extra thick hot Italian sausage?”

I laughed. “Yep. Don’t worry, I know I’m not funny at all.”

He took a step closer and wrapped his arms around me before leaning down and murmuring against my ear. “Hmm…you’re right, it wasn’t all that funny,” he teased. “I guess you’ll have to do something to make up for offending my comedic sensibilities…”

I feigned an innocent gesture. “Oh, really? What could I possibly do?”

With that, I ran my tongue across my lips in another porn star parody, and he shook his head and grinned as I sank to my knees in front of him. I looked up at him, and his grin faded until he was just looking at me out of lust-filled eyes, lips slightly parted. I gripped onto his cock, absolutely loving how hard he was for me, and I positioned it in front of my face. There was a little thought in the back of my mind reminding me what Travis had told me when we broke up.
You can’t do anything right…you can’t even suck a dick right. No wonder I had to cheat.
For a moment I almost choked, but Logan ran a hand through my hair and spoke, giving me all the confidence I needed to continue.

“You look so fucking sexy down there,” he said, lips pulling into a smirk.

My eyes lingered on his arms, then traveled down the side of his body. His cock pulsed in my hand, and a droplet of pre-cum formed at the tip. I darted my tongue out and licked it, and the second my tongue touched Logan, a shiver ran down his body. I looked up into his eyes again, seeing a fiery yearning for me in them. I began to tease him, licking in a long line up the back of his cock, and Logan’s hand moved around to the back of my head, holding me in place.

I finally took all of him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the back of his shaft while I started to bob up and down on him. Logan groaned as I adjusted my pace, making sure I wasn’t going too fast or too slow, and he began to thrust into my mouth, harder and harder. I slowed down as he did that, opening my throat as best I could as I let him take control.

A moment later, he tilted my head up slightly as he shifted, making me look up at him while he fucked my mouth. He started to go faster and harder, and I could feel his legs tensing up. Seeing the pleasure on his face was driving me wild, and the area between my legs was tingling like mad.

“Shit…I’m gonna cum,” he said a few seconds later, obviously expecting me to pull away. Instead, I kept him in my mouth and waited, and I felt his cock throb and flex in my mouth before shooting a stream of his hot release down my throat.

I felt his cock pulse one more time before the last drop slipped out. Logan was panting, looking down at me, and I rose to my feet, running my hands up his chiseled abs and chest as I went. I could never get enough of his hard body, and I loved to feel every bump and ridge of his muscled form.

He kissed me, hard, and one of my hands slipped down again. I pulled away and gasped as I realized he was still hard.

“All for you,” he said by way of explanation, and I smiled.

“Condoms still in the second drawer?”

He nodded, and I went and grabbed one before handing it to him. I watched as he tore it open and unrolled it down his stiff shaft, and then he was on me again, pushing me towards the wall. He took my arms and held them over my head, and he kissed down the underside of my left arm before planting his lips on my neck. I shivered as goose bumps cropped up all over me, and I reached down in between us and grasped at his manhood. His cock was throbbing and somehow seemed even thicker in my hand now than it had earlier, and he groaned as I stroked my fingers over his balls.

I gasped again as Logan released my arms, picked me up and threw me onto the bed. He climbed between my legs and lowered his hips a little, and then I felt him at my entrance. I nodded at him, desperate to feel him inside me, and he kissed me hard and sank into me. He went slowly at first, easing into me, and I gritted my teeth as we broke our kiss. God, he was big. We must have had sex over ten times at this point, and I was still barely used to his girth.

Logan kept pushing inside me, and I kissed him again, harder this time, pushing my hips up to meet his. I moaned sharply into his ear as he settled into a rhythm, and I felt his muscles tensing with each of his slow thrusts as I ran my hands over his body in slow, gentle strokes.

“God…you’re so perfect,” he groaned, and then he started to fuck me harder. His thrusts became more aggressive, and soon his whole bed was rocking, headboard banging against the wall the same way it had on our first night together.

As my climax built in my core, I vaguely wondered if sex was this good for everyone. If it was, then why didn’t everybody just have sex all the time? I certainly wanted to.

Logan had well and truly settled into a rhythm now, driving his cock into me hard and fast, and then he moved a hand in between us, steadily rubbing my clit in circular motions. When that happened, I was lost. His fingers were absolute magic, and as they worked my body in combination with his cock inside me, it was too much, and I felt myself peaking; felt that wonderful pressure inside me again. My whole body tightened up, and I clamped my eyes shut as he moved faster and faster.

One more thrust and I’d be there…

Pleasure finally crashed over me like ocean waves, and I moaned and cried out as white-hot bliss pulsated through me, making me curl my toes and tremble. I tensed my thighs as my inner muscles clenched around Logan’s cock as he continued to drive it into me, and I could barely breathe through the intensity. My brain was absolute mush. Logan’s thrusts grew shallower, and then he was groaning too as his own pleasure overcame him. His hands squeezed me tight, and he buried himself in me one last time as he came, and a moment later, I felt him pull out. He fell down on the bed beside me, breathing hard, and I rolled onto my side.

He put an arm around me, pulling me closer, and we held each other until we caught our breath.

“So…you said something about pizza?” I finally said, and Logan grinned.

“Yeah, I’m definitely gonna need to eat after that,” he replied, standing up and slipping back into his clothes. “I’ll go grab your laptop so we can order it.”

“Cool.”

I got dressed as well, just in case our parents decided to come home early for some reason, and as Logan went to use my computer, I took the opportunity to glance around at his room. Usually when we were in here, it was for a sneaky rendezvous while Martha and our parents were out, and examining his space in close detail had subsequently been quite low on my list of priorities.

It was slightly messy, but not overly so. It was more like organized chaos. There was a lot in the room that screamed ‘Logan’—his rock albums, his dirty white running shoes, his action films… it was like a shrine to him, and I loved it.

Suddenly I heard him call out from my bedroom. “Sasha, what the hell is this?”

I jumped up from the bed and rushed out of the room, my entire body pounding with fear and anticipation. I had no idea what he was asking about, but I knew there was no way it was going to be good, because there’d been a distinct angry tone in his voice.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I stepped into my room.

“I’m not sure yet. So why don’t you tell me what the hell this is?” he said, waving his hand at my laptop.

I was confused, but then I saw it, staring at me in black and white—my cognitive psychology paper. I’d left the document right there on the screen, and it would’ve been the first thing Logan saw when he got on my laptop.

Oh, crap.

“Why are you writing all of this bullshit about my Dad? Do you really think he’s a fucking sociopath?” he asked. “What’s this for, anyway? You selling this story to the papers? Making yourself some extra cash on the side while you’re still in school?”

Shit, shit, shit.

“No, of course not! It’s not a story, and I wasn’t calling him a sociopath at all. I was just comparing and contrasting the traits of successful people like him with the traits of—”

I tried to defend myself, but he didn’t want to hear it and cut me off.

“Is that why you’ve been hooking up with me, for extra information on my Dad?” he asked. He threw his hands up, as if something new was just occurring to him. “I actually fell for it. I actually told you some stuff about him that you wouldn’t have known from just living here. What a fucking idiot I am.”