Sloane: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance Novel (14 page)

I quickly diverted my thoughts to a teenage Brandon poking fun at me.

           “Yeah, you were such an asshole” I suddenly blurted out into the established silence, surprising even myself. 
Way to build a wall, Elle,
I thought to myself. I knew as soon as I’d said that, I would regret it.

            “Ha!” Brandon’s laugh startled me.  “I don’t blame you for saying that, Elle.”

           Something about Brandon was endearing in a way that made me to lose control of myself when he was near. I could feel myself trusting him completely, like an old friend, and as he listened, I felt as though I could tell him anything.

           This man was
far
from the boy who I grew up with, and I felt like the disbelief would never fade.

           “I bet this situation has you pretty tense.  Maybe you need a massage, hm?” Brandon suggested, hopping up from the couch and coming around behind me as my eyes widened with fear.

          
A massage? Him touching me? Is he serious?
My mind was racing at the sudden suggestion.

           But my hesitation faded as I felt his strong hands lower softly atop my shoulders.

           I felt his fingers sinking into my tender muscles and the release that oozed from them melted my insides.

          
These are the same fingers that stroke that big dick,
I though, instantly recoiling at the crude thought.  But the image of his cock kept reappearing as he squeezed my tender muscles.

           I let out a sigh; letting my head lower back until it hit his abs. Andrew had never once touched me like this;
no one
had. My mind was swimming in photographs I’d seen of Brandon.  I imagined softly touching his abs as I traveled down to his waist-line.  I wanted his cock so badly.

           “Your hands are amazing” I giggled as the little strings of feel-good energy wiggled around in my mind.

           “My frat didn’t call me ‘the doctor’ for nothing,” Brandon laughed.

           The release in every muscle around my neck sent intoxicating waves of pleasure to my brain and all over my body.

           I felt a hot tingling again between my thighs start to build up and I squirmed in place as Brandon kneaded through my upper arms, finishing the impromptu massage. 

           The battle between what was off-limits and up for grabs raged on as dirty images of Brandon filled my closed eyes.  As I came to, I remembered that Brandon was practically my brother and was ashamed of my previous feelings.

           Brandon’s dog tag suddenly jangled against the back of my hair as I found my curiosity of it returning.

           “What’s this for?” I asked him, turning to look at it out of the corner of my eye.

           “Oh, it’s just this thing we had in my fighting group” He answered as he held it between his fingers, studying it as an expression of nostalgia, coupled with a big smile, came across his face.

           “Fighting group?” I asked.

           “Yeah, yeah; it’s this mixed martial arts type fighting group we had in LA. It’s just thing I did one time to relax during finals one year,” he started.

            I wondered how on earth fighting could be considered relaxing.

“But I got really hooked on the thrill; I ended up forming my own fighting group and we even competed for a short time,” he finished.

           It was yet another surprise and notable deviation from the immature kid I’d known in high school.

           And while Brandon was intimidating with his wide shoulders and big biceps, he also had the carefree personality of some harmless beach bum.  I could tell he was strong, but I trusted in that strength.  I felt like he could protect me.

           When he told me about the fighting group though, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t suddenly feel a warm buzz rushing throughout my body, down to my clit.  A sensual electricity sparked and fired and in that moment I would’ve given anything to be making out with Brandon.

           There didn’t seem to be
anything
that my stepbrother wasn’t great at; I wondered how he was at sex.  Surely he was great at that too.

           I mulled it around in my mind, biting my lip as he went on about his most memorable fights. But I couldn’t entertain the thought for long without being overcome with guilt.
Get it together
, I scolded myself.  I couldn’t handle the hot desire anymore and he
was
my stepbrother.  This had to stop.

           “Uh, I’ve got some homework I really should get to” I told Brandon, suddenly.  I hopped up and quickly rushed to the stairs.

           “It’s cool. I’ll see you in the morning, then” he said.  Then I watched him stretch his tight body as he reclined back on the couch.  Somehow I found the will to march up to my room.

           “Holy fuck,” I whispered to myself in excitement after closing my bedroom door behind me. I propped my back against it and slowly slid down until my butt was sitting on the floor up against it. 

           My body was on fire and I had to do something.  Surely just thinking about my stepbrother is okay?  I took the gamble.  My fingers, already horny, were ready to supply my body with the release it’d craved since my sizzling hot stepbrother showed up.

           I locked my door just to be safe, before tugging my shorts all the way down my legs and sinking my fingers beneath my panties, onto my clit. One hand played while the other sensually rubbed my neck.  My heart was beating quickly and the slightest sound startled me, but the excitement was worth everything.

           I was grinding my hand as I let my eyes close, and I imagined sexy Brandon standing over my own sexy body.  His chest was completely exposed, save for his tattoos and the dog tag jangling against his strong chest. Sweating, he panted from having just won a fight as he embraced me.

           Yeah, I was his stepsister and he was off limits to me, and yes, I was way too nerdy and young for him anyway; but in my fantasies none of that mattered. I was free to be taken and caressed and fucked
hard
.

           And nothing could stop the Brandon of my dirty desires from doing these things to me.  He pressed his warmth against me as I imagined the feeling of his hard rod pushing into my thigh.

As his hands cupped my warm breasts, I let out a moan through our kissing. I then reached for his waist and pulled him closer, kissing harder. He stopped just a moment and I couldn’t stop imagining his six pack.

He is so fucking hot,
I think to myself as I gently circle my clit.
 

There before me was my naked stepbrother with rock hard abs and bulging muscles.  Before I could stare too long Brandon passionately attacked me again with his lips and I imagined my breasts grazing his chest in our embrace.

Brandon laid me down with strong hands on the bed and crawled on top of me. He found my hands and bent my arms above my head, interlocking fingers.

Brandon resumed kissing for a moment before travelling down my neck and to my breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and circled it with his tongue. I moaned at the thought of Brandon starting to tease my nipples.

I quivered at the thought of him biting and pinching my nipples repeatedly.  I simulated it by tugging on them myself.  I moaned in ecstasy. His mouth must feel heavenly on me and my pussy ached for it.

He lifted from my breast and began unbuckling his belt. I eagerly jumped in to help and brushed against the bulge building in his pants.  This made my stepbrother let out a soft moan.

Oh, his moan! Oh how I want to give him pleasure
!  I thought.

I continued caressing the monster that would soon be released, distracting him from the task of removing his jeans. I slipped a hand under his waistband to release the biggest cock I’d ever seen!

I didn’t think twice about it.  I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft and stroked it vigorously.

I imagined Brandon moaning while I hand fucked his huge cock.  I wanted to take it into my mouth but wasn’t sure it would fit.  I imagined that I didn’t have a choice.

Brandon grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand off his monster.  Then he reached behind my head and pulled it face to face with his hard cock.  I stared, apprehensive at first, before opening my mouth to take in as much as I could.  It only fit half way, but my stepbrother’s moans were well worth it.  I plunged a few fingers inside my wet cunt at the thought.

I grabbed his hips as I took him in, sliding up and down his long shaft.  I was smothered in the fullness of my stepbrother’s cock and I imagined running a hand up his abdomen.  His muscles made my pussy clench and release.  Brandon let out a muffled moan and I imagined feeling his cock twitching.

I slid my tongue up and down his shaft while twisting the base of it with my other hand.  He kept his hands on my head, while he fucked my mouth silly.  He pushed my head up and down his shaft faster, it felt so good. I lost control imagining Brandon dominating my mouth with his huge cock.

As he moved in and out in pleasure, he leaked pre-cum onto my tongue.  Oh how I wished I could really taste it.  I bet I would love the taste.  He began moaning louder and thrusting harder. Every imaginary moan turned me on even more and I pushed his cock in as far as she could, sending him over the edge. Brandon pumped faster against my head. 

I reached up again to his abs and pushed against him, to pull him out of my mouth.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I don’t want you to cum this way,” I replied in my head.  “I want you to fuck me hard.”

I couldn’t believe the words that escaped my mouth. 
He was my stepbrother.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Elle.  I’m going to fuck you good.”

His eyes pierced through me again, and then he flipped me onto my stomach.

Brandon moved between my legs and stared at the glorious pussy he’d soon be fucking.  My cunt juice was spilling onto the floor, and his cock wanted to fuck me so bad.  He placed both hands on my hips and lifted my ass from the table toward him. 

He let the head of his monster eagerly touch my soaking slit and I was already moaning.  My moan was pushing Brandon over the edge.  He wanted to hear me moan more so he moved his cock so my pussy rested against the base.

“Ohhh! This isn’t fair! Please fuck me!” I pleaded, even though I knew I shouldn’t.

That was it.  I couldn’t take anymore, and neither could he.  He slowly pushed his cock in my warm, tight pussy.  Juices flowed over it as he filled me up, and the sounds I imagined my stepbrother making sent me over the edge.  He grabbed my hips and pushed in and out of my cunt as fast he could, over and over, pumping harder.  I followed suit with my fingers, imagining instead they were his huge cock.  I moaned each time he filled me up and my tits rolled back and forth on the bed while we fucked.  He pumped, in and out, in and out, focusing on my moans and my tits squished against the bed table. 

I could feel my pussy throbbing and I reached back to play with my clit while I thought of Brandon pounding me. 

I can’t believe I’m doing this,
I thought. 
I can’t believe I’m masturbating to the thought of my stepbrother.  I bet his cock would feel great in my pussy!

Just the thought of him pumping in and out of me with his authoritative cock made me sensitive enough to cum.  I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold it in.

“Ohhh, I’m going to cum!” I screamed, letting a wave of ecstasy roll through me.

I imagined my hot stepbrother pumping faster in an attempt to cum at the same time, and my pussy nearly climaxed at the thought of a spurt of his semen shooting from his cock into my belly.

My tits were still smothered in the sheets on the bed.  Brandon pulled out of my pussy, and helped me roll over.

“That was the best I’ve had in a while,” said imaginary Brandon.  I was only a little shocked and smiling.

He kissed me again, but softer this time. We stuck our tongues out and let them play.  Brandon rested both his hands on my breasts until I started to moan.

“Brandon, my pussy has ached for you all day,” I pretend to confess in the heat of the moment.

“All day?” he asked, confused.

I realized what I said and tried to take it back, but he wouldn’t let me and teased me about it.

“Your pussy has wanted me all day, hm?” said my stepbrother.  “Well let’s not stop now.” And he smiled.

Brandon trailed kisses from my neck to my breasts, spending a moment sucking each nipple, teasing me. He moved down to my navel and kissed my stomach. I wiggled under him.  My pussy throbbed for his tongue, despite having already cum once. He slowly kissed his way to my waist.  He looked up at me in awe.

“You have the most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever seen!” he announced excitedly. Embarrassed, I closed my legs to hide my wet hole.

“Not so fast,” said my stepbrother, and he tore my legs open and moved between them. With two fingers he teased my clit. He circled and massaged my pussy to warm it up again.  I matched his imaginary movements with my very real fingers.

It didn’t take long.  My pussy throbbed and my hips swayed.  Brandon traced the line of my legs where they meet my pelvis, sending chills over my body.