Stepbrother Aflame (10 page)

She looks nervous. Her nervousness makes me nervous.

“You got something to say?” I ask. I’ve never been one with patience.

I hold myself up with my arm and drink her in. She’s sprawled out underneath me, her hair spilled across her pillow. My spine tingles. She looks breathtaking. She’s staring up at me with lustful eyes, her mouth-watering body only covered by a thin, white sheet.

We’re recuperating, regaining our energy, from another round. She is far from being a bore in bed. No, the girl fucking loves sex. It was her boyfriend. The dumbass missed out on something good.

I play with the tips of my fingers. I can’t believe they’ve had the pleasure of touching her. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. The finest taste I’ve ever savored.

I shut my eyes and inhale the pleasant scent of sex lingering through her bedroom.

“Do you want to sleep in here?” She asks, practically stuttering out her words.

I scratch my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

A heavy sigh falls from her mouth. I can see the disappointment on her face. I can’t stay the night with her. This is only momentary. We both need to remember that. I’m not her boyfriend. I’m not going to marry her. We aren’t going to do any of that romantic shit here. It’s a fling, a summer affair, and then we’ll both go our separate ways.

“I talked to my mom earlier,” she goes on. “You don’t have to worry about them coming home and walking in on us.”

Her fingers feel hot roaming along my chest. She’s anxiously waiting for my answer. If I say yes, we’re taking a big risk. Quickies are safer than a full night thing.

“What about Sally?”

I don’t think she’ll say anything, but you’ll never know. Her job would be on the line.

“She’s taking a few days off. We’re fine,” she says, slapping my arm playfully. “So stop being all paranoid.”

I lean down to grab a pillow at the foot of the bed. I smack my hand against it a few times and make myself comfortable. “I guess I’m all yours then, princess,” I say, caving.

I can’t say no to her. If I did get up and leave, I’d be laying in bed all night pissed at myself that I’m not with her. I wind my arm around her curvy waist and pull her into my side. “And fuck, this bed is comfortable. They got my ass on bricks down there. We’re trading.”

She laughs and slides onto her back, still in my arms. “I like your friend,” she says.

“Yeah, I don’t really feel like talking about Kelton while I’m laying naked in bed with you,” I mutter. “There are so many other things we could be talking about
or doing
.”

“How long have you guys known each other?” She asks, ignoring me.

“Since fifth grade. He’s had my back. I’ve always had his.”

“And Rose, she loves you. You’re going to make a great dad someday.”

I square up my shoulders. “Yeah, I’m not planning on that ever happening.”

“You don’t want to have kids?”

“No,” I say, stolidity.

If something happens to Kelton, sure I’d take Rose in, but I’m never having my own children.

She’s expressionless. “Why not?”

“Kids aren’t my thing.”

Her eyebrows furrow together, her swollen lips pouting. “Did you not hear me say Rose loves you?”

“I’m not going to be a sucky dad like the one I have.”

“You’d be a good dad,” she corrects, sure of herself.

“Just drop it, okay,” I say, raising my voice and startling her. I blow out a noisy breath and look away from her.

She lifts herself up and pulls my face towards her. Her deep-set eyes focus on me. “Damn, why all the attitude? Don’t be pissed because I’m telling you the truth.”

I press my lips onto her cheek and give her a faint smile.  “It’s a sensitive subject.”

“Okay, sorry,” she says, quietly.

I blow out another breath. She falls back down next to me and goes silent. I pause, struggling to find the right words and fighting with myself on whether to tell her. We’re not supposed to get this close, this personal. Sure, my cock has been inside of her, but it’s harder to share words with someone than it is to share my dick.

“I fucked this chick when we were both seventeen,” I tell her. Her eyes dart up to look at me. “I borrowed a condom from Kelton, some cheap ass one, and it broke. She got pregnant and had an abortion without telling me. I only found out months later because her friend got pissed off at her and told me. No one knows this. Not even Kelton.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, resting her head on my chest.

“I never got that choice. My dad wanted me to be aborted. He wouldn’t even think of having a child. But here I was, pissed off that she didn’t give me a choice to save my kid.” I’m trying to hide my disappointment. It was for the better. “I guess that’s a sign it’s not meant to be. That I’ll be a bad dad.”

“Or a sign that she’s a bitch for not even asking you if you wanted to keep the baby.” She takes a deep breath. “My period was late once,” she whispers. “Right after I started having sex with Cam. I wasn’t on birth control yet. I called him freaking out. He immediately told me we were going to the abortion clinic in another town, no questions asked. Like your mom, I told him I’d never do that, and he said he’d dump me if I didn’t. Lucky for me, I got my period three days later. Cam apologized, saying he wasn’t thinking straight and would never leave me.”

“Another sign that he’s a fucking asshole.”

She laughs. “At least I found out early.”

“So what’s up with the doves?” I ask. She hides her face, like she’s embarrassed. “And here I thought you wouldn’t even know where a tattoo shop is, you little sneak.”

“I got them on my eighteenth birthday. I wanted to do something rebellious,” she says, shaking her head. “Oh God, that sounds so stupid.”

“You wouldn’t believe how many people come in on their eighteenth birthday.” And as bad as it sounds, their tattoo ideas are usually cliché as fuck. They want what everyone has. YOLO, Chinese symbols, their lover’s name. Then they’ll regret them five years down the road and pay more money to have them removed or a cover up.

“I got them to remind me that I’d be free on my own one day,” she says, biting the edge of her lip. “Doves are beautiful, they’re free, and there’s just something about them.”

“They’re like you,” I whisper. “You’re beautiful. You’re free. You’re pure spirited.”

I wake up to breakfast in bed. I straighten myself up, rubbing my eyes, and she places a tray on my lap.

“Fuck babe,” I say, not able to control the grin on my face. “You know how to spoil a guy.”

She shrugs. “You’re helping me out. It’s the least I can do.”

She’s standing at the side of the bed looking delectable. I’m tempted to throw this tray off my lap and replace it with her. I can make out the outline of her nipples through her thin, pink tank top. Another pair of those small ass shorts she always seems to be sporting when I’m around covers her pussy. She’s trying to torture me.

“You’re letting me eat your pussy, that’s plenty.” I scoop up a bite of French toast smothered in strawberry syrup and shove it in my mouth. “But this is actually pretty good.”

She twirls a loose, blonde curl behind her ear. “Were you doubting my breakfast making skills? Unlike my sex skills, they’re pristine.”

I throw my head back. “First off, your sex skills are phenomenal. In my defense on your cooking, you have someone make you breakfast daily.” She gives me an annoyed look. “Now get your ass up here so I can share.”

I feed her half my breakfast, and make sure I lick every drip of sweet syrup off her face. We spend three hours in her bed. I’ve never spent time or hung out in a chick’s bed before. I’ve also never watched two annoying ass chick-flicks back to back before, either. Never had a girl snuggle up to my side, wrap herself in my arms, and explain why
The Notebook
is the saddest movies in the history of romantic movies. In my opinion, it’s the most boring movie I’ve ever seen.

“There’s another thing I’ve been wanting to do,” she says, rising up when the last movie ends.

“You name it, babe.” I stretch my arms out.

“I want to go skinny dipping.”

My dick instantly stirs to life. Her ass bounces when she jumps out of her bed and opens up a drawer. I keep my eyes glued to her as she starts pulling out shit.

“Whoa whoa,” I say, stopping her. “What the hell are you doing?”

She looks at me with confusion. “Uh … changing into my bikini.”

I shake my head at her. “Nu uh, babe. We’re going skinny-dipping. That means your sexy ass is going to be
naked.”

Her face falls. “Oh.”

I scrunch my face up. “Yeah, oh. We’re not taking more time than necessary. You’re going to walk your pretty ass down the stairs, grab a few towels, and then strip down by the pool. You’re then going to jump in and I’ll be right there behind you. After that, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”

“Alright then,” she says slowly. She crams the suit back into the drawer and slams it shut. I click the tip of my tongue, my mouth watering, as I watch her. She throws her hand down and then back up, focusing on me. “You better get to stripping, too. I want to see that naked ass jumping in right beside me.”

She’s testing me. The little firecracker is trying to give me a taste of my own medicine. I pull myself out of bed, pull on the hem of my shorts, and let them fall to my ankles.

“You happy, princess?” I ask. Her blue eyes fall down to my cock, dangling there in front of her. It instantly springs to life. I point towards the door. “After you.”

She stares at me a few more seconds, well at my cock. If she doesn’t pull her gaze away we’re not going to make it to the pool. I’m going to bend her pretty ass over that dresser and plow into her.

She inhales a deep breath and then scurries down the stairs.

“You better be naked by the time I get out there,” I yell. I tread slowly down the stairs, noticing she’s already made it down.

She’s outside waiting for me. “I thought I told you to be naked,” I say, looking at her clothes in disgust. I need to see her, be inside of her, before I explode.

“I wanted you to watch me,” she replies.

She rips her shirt over her head, giving me a glimpse of the nipples I wanted to taste earlier. Her shorts fall onto the cement, her panties next, and I’m in front of her in two seconds.

I grab the back of her head and smash her lips into mine. I lick up her tongue, tasting the syrup from earlier. Fuck, she tastes so much better. I grip her ass, pulling her into me, and pick her up. The water splashes, hitting me in the face when she lands in the pool.

She comes up and takes deep breaths. “Seriously?”

I answer her by jumping in. I pin her against the end of the pool, pushing her into the wall, and rest my hands above us on the cement.

“Give it to me, Zeth,” she says, practically panting. “Don’t be gentle. I want you to give it to me how you want to take it.”

I kiss her. I kiss her with more passion, more intensity, than I ever have. I want her more than anything in this moment. There’s a flame burning inside of me, burning so fucking bright, and I know I’d do anything for this girl.

“Fuck … we don’t have a condom.” I start to pull away but get stopped by her legs wrapping around my waist. I shake my head. “I never fuck without a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” she says. “Don’t you dare stop right now.” I groan as she rocks back and forth against me, rubbing herself against my cock.

I hesitate a minute, and then fill her up without warning. Water splatters around us. Her back is arched, her fingernails digging into my back. I let out a primal growl, feeling her pussy walls against my bare cock. Fuck, is this what going raw feels like? No wonder so many of my friends has knocked up random chicks.

Her head is thrown back. I know she’s close. I hear her loud moans and pound into her faster, losing control. I palm her tit, playing with her nipple, and the sensation from the water makes her pussy feel even more amazing.

It only takes two more thrusts and she’s off. Her back slumps along the wall and her head falls back. Two more pumps and I’m just as gone as her.

“That was amazing,” she says, circling her arms around my neck. “Let’s do it again.”

I blow out a breath. “Give me a minute, babe.”

“Was that good?”

“That was fucking amazing.” My shoulders shake. “Fuck, you felt so good without a condom.”

“Have you never done it without one?” I shake my head. She bites the corner of her lip, trying to conceal her shit-eating grin.

“What?” I ask.

“Glad I can finally be one of your first.”

“That’s not the only first you’ve taken from me,” I mumble without thinking.

“What do you mean?”

Shit. I’m not supposed to be saying shit like that. I open my mouth, wanting to tell her that she’s the first girl I’ve ever wanted more with. The only one I’ve wanted to come back for seconds
over and over again
. But I keep my mouth shut. I can’t put shit like that into words, especially when what I want to say terrifies me. I only pray she can read my mind. I’m hoping maybe, just maybe, my caresses and the way I hold her will tell her everything she needs to know.

“I mean, I’ve never fucked a girl as many times as I have you … or watched a movie with her,” I lie.

Or never craved her pussy twenty-four seven. Or wanted to share a bed with her every night, or think about her constantly.

And I realize something. If she asks me to stay, I will. I will do anything for her – but only if she wants the same thing.

And I’m not sure she does.