Redeemed Complete: A Military Stepbrother Romance (22 page)

I watched Harrison’s eyes glaze over as he took me in, his eyes pushing into me like he was using them to give me a massage. I could feel them on me and I closed my eyes and tried to guess where he was looking from moment to moment. Opening them again, I watched Harrison reach down and brush against the skin of my shoulders with his strong and rough hands, causing me to shake and shudder in anticipation.

“Laurel,” Harrison moaned, “you are so beautiful. Do you know the effect you have on me? Do you know how much I want you?”

I broke eye contact and looked back down at Harrison’s pants, seeing the outline of his huge hard cock straining against the fabric. I licked my lips, nodding back up at him. “I think I have some idea,” I whispered, winking back.

In response, Harrison grabbed a handful of my hair by the roots again and pulled downward, making me automatically raise my chin up and show him more of my face. He leaned over quick and whispered in my ear, “you have no idea, Laurel, but I’m going to show you.”

“Please do,” was all I could say in reply, reveling in his touch, his closeness. I couldn’t wait for what would happen next, but clearly Harrison wanted to draw things out as long as possible, and I was powerless in the moment to stop him.

Harrison traced the outlines of my bra against my skin with his fingers, running over my shoulders, one hand along my back and the other over my chest. I sat up, thrusting my breasts outward toward him, trying to get him to touch my aching hard nipples, even through the lace fabric, but Harrison just smiled and kept on moving, denying me even that little bit of pleasure.

I moaned, so frustrated at his teasing, yet loving the effect it had on me. I loved being this turned on, this excited. It was like all my senses were heightened at the time, and all focused toward two things - pleasuring Harrison and experiencing the pleasure he was giving me.

Harrison’s hands moved lower, away from my breasts. I started to move my hands around my back to unclasp my bra, but with a look he stopped me, focusing on my belt. I smiled, stopping him with a hand. “No, Harrison.” To his questioning look I replied, “now it’s your turn.”

He smiled and let his hands fall as he stood back up, planting his fingers in his belt at his waist. “By all means, Laurel. Have at it.”

I tried to put on as sexy a look as I could and raised a hand to grab his belt and pull him toward me. Harrison grinned and leaned over, his hands raised, planting them to either side of my head as he held himself above me. I felt his hot breath on my bare skin.

It took both hands, but I undid his belt and unbuttoned and zipped his pants, salivating all the while. Harrison helped me out and I pushed his pants to the floor so he could step out of them and kick them away. His cock, still shielded from me by his tight boxer briefs, pressed against the fabric like it needed to get out. The feeling was mutual.

Keeping with our trading off, Harrison moved his hands down to my waist and undid my pants, exposing my damp matching dark blue panties. I raised my ass off the bed, allowing Harrison to pull my pants down around me and slide them off each leg, free to dispose of at the floor.

I lay back on the bed, trying to look sexy, one hand near my forehead, the other brushing against my waist just above where the fabric of my panties ended. Harrison took me in, his eyes getting even wider in wonder. It was a wonderful feeling, to be looked at like that, to be devoured visually by such a gorgeous man. It made me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.
 

That was Harrison’s gift. In that moment I think I finally fully understood the appeal he had over women. When he gave me that look I was sure he thought I was the only woman he’d ever seen before.

“Oh, Laurel, you are magnificent.” My cheeks burned, I honestly didn’t know how to take a compliment like that. My body had filled out in the last few years, and despite getting more and more comfortable with my curves, it still felt strange for someone to admire them the way Harrison unapologetically did. I could get used to this kind of worship.

“You’re pretty great yourself,” I came back, lamely, feeling how awkward I was in the moment. “Come here, Harrison. Don’t stay so far away.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.” Suddenly he held himself above me like before, only now neither of us was wearing much clothing and our skin could touch and trade heat like we were meant to. I pushed my body away from the bed toward him as much as I could, needing to feel his touch all over me, covering me up like a warm blanket on a cold night.

Harrison obliged, and I felt my nipples thrust outward him under my bra, trying to get out. Harrison took notice and started playing with them through the fabric, alternating between each one and giving them little bites here and there. Each bite sent a jolt of electricity coursing through my body, straight to my pussy, and I knew I was getting even wetter by the second.

The things this man could do to me with a look! They were only surpassed by what he could do to me with his tongue, and even that paled in comparison to what he could do to me with that cock of his. If I could hold on long enough, past all of his teasing, he’d give it to me.

After a minute or so paying attention to my covered breasts with just his tongue, Harrison added a hand to the mix, cupping and squeezing the one he wasn’t teasing with his mouth. I moaned, pushing my chest out toward him even more, with renewed vigor.

“Please, Harrison, don’t tease me anymore. I need it.” With a grunt, Harrison moved lower, abandoning my breasts and causing me to raise my head and look down across my body as Harrison moved his focus slowly south toward my stomach and pussy. I groaned in pleasurable frustration.

He didn’t say anything, just licked a line across my stomach, nearly approaching tickling but never quite getting there, and staying just on this side of feeling good. After he moved lower, his hot breath teased where he’d just licked, and I moaned out loud, shocked at the pleasurable sensations just something as simple as breathing on skin could produce.

I raised my hands and held Harrison’s head as he moved lower, his tongue getting to my panties. This time I wasn’t going to let him just tease me over my underwear and leave me hanging like that, so I let go of his head for just long enough to reach down and slide my panties off my ass and down legs.
 

Harrison looked back up at me with a smile. “Couldn’t wait any longer, could you?”

I fixed back on his smile, feeling his hand take over and pull my panties totally off, freeing my hands to clash around his head again. “Shut up, you’ve teased me enough. Please, Harrison…” I couldn’t even vocalize what I needed but I hoped the urgency would be clear in it.

It was. Harrison blew me a kiss and went to work, his head moving down toward my now-uncovered pussy with a fervor that made me blush and moan at the same time. Harrison licked my exposed and hard clit with a gentleness that made me sigh and alternate between watching him work that magic tongue of his and close my eyes and sink back into the bed, oblivious to all else that surrounded me.

After a few moments I lifted my legs, bending them at the knees and raising them out to give Harrison a better angle at me, and he took full advantage, renewing his pressing against my clit with his tongue and soon I felt one of his fingers enter me. “Oh,” I let out, unable to control myself, “oh, that feels so nice.”

Harrison made a sound but I didn’t know if it was words. At this point I was in no position to try and figure that out. Harrison’s finger pushed into me easily, I was so wet and turned on by now, he could have slid his entire cock inside in one thrust with minimal pain despite his size. I felt his finger exploring me, teasing me in various places, almost like he was testing what would get the best response.

He managed to hit the right spot, just off from the center, and deep inside, and I practically jumped out of my skin. “That’s it!” I gushed, “That’s the spot right there!” I felt Harrison nod and he kept his fingers there, teasing around the spot and ever so often rolling the tip of his finger across it. I yelped out in pleasure every time, and tried to thrust my lower body even closer as hard as I could. I was being greedy, but I didn’t care; it felt so good and I need more of it.

He kept on teasing me like that, with his finger inside me and his tongue writing love letters on my clit, taking me higher and higher, closer to orgasm, till I couldn’t take it anymore, and I let him throw me over the edge of oblivion into the rush of bliss. I clutched at his head, pulling him away when my body got too sensitive, and feeling him resist as he tried to eke out every last moment of pleasure he could from me. Finally I just let him go and convulsed against the bed as he kept on going, bringing me crashing down from the rocks in little pieces.

I was soaked; I didn’t know where my body ended and the rest of existence began. I could only slowly gather myself back together and try to begin comprehending again. When I finally opened my eyes and looked down, Harrison stared back up at me, a thoughtful look on his face.

“Had fun?”

“You know I did. That felt amazing.”
 

“I could tell, I just like to ask.”

“Jerk.” I swatted at him, but in my current nearly-incapacitated-from-post-orgasmic-convulsions I couldn’t really put much effort behind the swing, and he ducked away from it easily. “You just want me to stroke your ego. ‘Oh Harrison, you’re so good at that’” I made an exaggerating squeaky high voice, pretending to be all those other girls as one.

“You know, it does sound nice when you put it that way. But…” he said as he raised his head to mine, trailing his tongue across my body and raising little shudders in me as he did so. He whispered into my ear, his breath again pushing my hair out of the way. “I was kinda thinking you might want to stroke something else of mine instead of just my ego.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?” I said, as coyly as a girl could be when coming down off the biggest orgasm since…last night’s orgasm. I waited with baited breath for what Harrison would say next.

Instead of replying, he just took one of my hands in his and lowered them both to the outline of his hard cock, still pressing against his briefs. He looked at me and winked.

“I see what you’re saying and I understand, despite all the flowery and confusing language you’re using,” I started, rubbing his cock and marveling again at both its size and how easily he fit it into me. “There’s just one problem with your request.”

“Oh?” Harrison furrowed his brow. I loved how sexy he looked when he did that. He was clearly a born problem solver and loved nothing more than figuring out what was wrong and then deciding on a plan to fix it, and I could tell he was already gearing up to overcome whatever objection I could come up with.

So I decided to hit him with a doozy, pulling his head back down to me with my free hand so I could whisper in his ear for a change. “The problem is,” I teased with a light breath, letting the moment linger. Harrison listened intently, focusing entirely on me, and I said nothing until I thought it was bordering on cruelty. “You’re still wearing too much clothing.”

I watched Harrison flush, and he turned to face me, kissing me hard and pushing his face into mine. “That,” he whispered in between long kisses that shook me to my core, “is a problem I am uniquely qualified to solve.”

“I thought as much. Get to it, soldier.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Without his eyes leaving mine, Harrison propped himself up on one strong hand, letting me run my fingers up and down, feeling each strand of corded muscle contained therein, while he used his other hand to quickly get rid of his pesky boxer briefs, freeing me to see his massive hard cock for the first, well, second time in light. The first time didn’t count, though, because, you know, it was in a bathroom and we hated each other. I tried not to remind myself that that was less than 24 hours earlier.

Harrison’s cock was magnificent. If there was a way for every fantasy a girl ever had about male anatomy to be rolled up into one representative of all of them, the perfect cock, Harrison’s was as close to what I assumed it would look like. Even though I was exhausted and I’d just had an an orgasm that ranked up there with the best in my life, the sight of Harrison’s cock looming above my pussy like that brought me all the way back, ready to go again.

Harrison watched my fangirl response with an amused expression on his face. “Like what you see?” He said, when I finally managed to tear my gaze away from his cock to be more polite and stare at his beautiful face.

“You know I do.”

“Are you ready?”

I laughed, breaking all the sexual tension in the room with a hammer and sweeping it away with a dustpan, never to be seen again. “Yes, Harrison, I’m ready. I’m so ready. Please!” I looked at him with pleading eyes, not too thrilled with how easy I was making it, but totally carried away with how much I wanted him inside me.

“Alrighty then,” was all he said, leaning down to plant kisses on my neck and shoulders. “But first….”

“Come onnnn, Harrison,” I moaned, “what is it now?”

“You’re still wearing too much clothing.”
 

He was right, I still had my bra on. I pressed back against him, snaking my hands around my back as quickly as I could and unclasped it, slipping the straps off my shoulders, and finally exposing my breasts. As it to underscore the point instead of throwing the bra away, I handed it to Harrison, sticking my tongue out at him at the same time.

“Brat.” He took great care to place my bra on the floor, as if such crazy contraptions confused him and were worthy of specific attention and focus. Boys were so funny.

“You love it.”

“I just might.” He came back in for more kisses, this time lowering his entire body onto me rather than just his face, and I felt the heat of his torso envelop me, press me down into the mattress. I wrapped my legs around him, and pulled him into me.

Harrison pushed his cock into me, slowly at first, feeling me stretch out around his thickness, and I gasped as he entered. We looked at each other, Harrison watching me for signs I was in too much pain, but after a moment I nodded to him and tightened my legs, giving him the go-ahead to push in further. He kept going and after a few seconds he was all the way inside me.