Stepbrother Aflame (7 page)

I shake my head with each step down the stairs, asking myself why I’m even coming down here. I need to stay in my bedroom, away from Zeth, and sulk by myself. But he sent me a text asking me if I wanted to talk about it or get my mind off things.

And I want to do both. I also want to see him.

“How are you feeling?” Zeth asks, when he sees me coming into his view. He’s sitting on the couch with concern on his face.

I sink down on the opposite end from him. “Is I’m feeling like a complete idiot an emotion?” I reply.

My boyfriend and my best friend were bumping uglies right under my nose. I was so damn blind.

The small smile on his lips puts my heart at ease. “I think we can work with that.” He throws his arm across the back of the couch. “Have you talked to him?”

“Not since you pretty much drug me out of the restaurant. He’s been calling and texting, but I’m ignoring them.” I release a low, tortured breath. “I don’t know what the hell to do.”

My heart was on overdrive when I stood in the doorway and took in the scene in front of me. I wasn’t stupid. I knew exactly what had been happening in that room, and I’d be damned if I was going to stand there and let them give me some bullshit excuse.

Zeth had grabbed my hand before I had the chance to stab each one of them with a steak knife, and pulled me through the restaurant. I heard Cam yelling behind us, but I didn’t look back at him once. I couldn’t. Zeth didn’t let up until we made it to a street corner a few blocks away. Then he called a cab.

“You’re seriously not considering taking his bitch ass back?” He asks, sharply.

I chew on the edge of my nails. “No.”

“Then what’s the problem? Cry, do all of that ridiculous ass heartbreak shit chicks do in the movies …”

“Hey, that stuff is necessary,” I say, cutting him off. Not that I’d actually know. Cam was my first serious boyfriend.

“What’s even more damn necessary is moving the fuck on. Five years from now, you’ll see Cam on the news for hiring high-rate hookers with his campaign money. You’ll be happy you dodged that bullet.”

A smile breaks out along my lips. “Really? High-rate hookers?”

“I wouldn’t doubt it.” He elbows me in the side gently. “And you’ll be happy dating some non-asshole boyfriend who doesn’t happen to accidentally stick his weasel dick into your best friend’s sloppy pussy.”

He’s surprisingly making me feel better.

“That’s not the problem,” I say, honestly. I’m about to head off to college. The same college my cheating asshole ex-boyfriend is going to.

“The problem isn’t that he was the country club’s community cock?”

“The problem is finding a new plan.”

He shakes his head violently, disgust crossing his features. “Nope, don’t be that girl.”

“What girl?”

“The one who takes his ass back thinking he’s a changed man, or boy in his case. He’s only showing remorse because his dumbass got busted. Otherwise, you would’ve never known what he was doing. He’ll cheat again. I can guarantee it. Don’t let it be on you. You’re smarter than that, better than that, and worth so much fucking more.”

“So what the hell do I do now? I have this plan to leave for college in a few months – the same place as him.”

“Fuck that plan and get another one. I have no clue what I’m doing with my life. I’m just winging it and it’s pretty fucking freeing. You don’t have to have your shit together and a life plan at eighteen.”

“I don’t blame him for cheating,” I say, shutting my eyes to blind me from his reaction.

He snorts. “Well, that’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard you say.”

“You said it yourself. I’m a prude in the sheets. Who wants to be with a bore in the bedroom?”

His hand runs through his dark hair and his eyebrows squish together. “Fuck, I told you that you took that shit out of context.” I raise a brow; fully ready to tell him he’s a bold face liar. “Okay, fine, that was an asshole move, but let me clarify what I was saying. When I walked in on you two, you looked like you were bored out of your mind.”

“I was bored out of my mind.”

He looks at me dumbfounded. “How can you possibly be bored during sex? Sex is the best thing in the fucking world. Being bored during sex is like a fucking crime.”

“It’s the same thing over and over again. Eventually, it’s gets old.”

I shiver when he runs his tongue along the edge of his lower lip. “So you’re not the prude, he is. No female deserves a small dick or bad fuck in her life.”

“He’s obviously not the prude if he’s giving it to my best friend in a restaurant,” I say, around a huff.

“Yeah, and he was fucking her like shit, too. You’re not the problem, sweetheart. He is.”

“And you know that how?”

“Did you crave to be fucked differently?”

His question is like a grenade hitting my body. “Yes,” I answer, honestly.

“How did you crave being fucked?” He asks, sliding closer to me.

My heart flutters.

I lost count of how many times I’d tried to get Cam to try new things – in the backseat of our cars, the pool, or in different positions, but he always said we didn’t have the time for something new. He was always in a hurry to get off.

“I craved to be on top,” I say, in a whisper, revealing one of my biggest fantasies. I’ve seen it on TV. It looks so sensual. I can be the one setting the pace, choosing how I like it.

“And where else did you want to be fucked besides this couch?” His tone is thick, almost stern-like.

“Anywhere … everywhere.” I avert my eyes to the floor in embarrassment. I can’t believe I just told him that.

“How about we fix that then?”

I shiver, his chilly fingers running across my blushing face. My breathing grows thick as he cups my chin and slowly drags it up to look at him. My eyes fix on his hungry ones. Something is happening, something is changing in this moment.

“Let me show you what it’s like to fuck a real man, not one with a two-inch rod,” he says. His hand snakes around my thigh. “I’ll give you tips, help you out, and turn you into the freak you want to be. You’ll know your body, your sexuality, and exactly how you want to be fucked when I’m done with you.”

I wait for him to tell me he’s joking, but he’s only staring at me in determination.

“Are you asking me to sleep with you?” I stammer.

“I’m telling you I can help you with your problem, teach you how to be skilled in the bedroom.” A smile builds on his lips. “We can do it out of bed, in bed, physically, orally. Although, a hands on approach is usually the most educational.”

“So you’re suggesting you give me lessons in bed while screwing me?”

His eyes deadpan on me. “That’s exactly what I’m suggesting.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“I am.”

“You’re my
stepbrother.”
I don’t know why I’m saying that word like it’s dirty. “That’s against like every rule in the book … I think.”

“That’s not against any fucking rule. It doesn’t mean shit.” He gestures between the two of us. “You and me, we’re not related. Shit, we only met each other a few weeks ago. I’ve already seen your ass naked. You need to become more experienced, a sex kitten in bed, and I need to get laid. It’s a win-win for the both of us.”

I exhale a shaky breath and open my mouth before I lose my nerve. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

My words seem to shock the both of us. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to have meaningless sex with my stepbrother, the man whore, the same night I became single. His bad boy ways are rubbing off on me, or maybe I’m just finally breaking out of my shell.

“When do we start?” I ask, like we need to make up a schedule or something.

“Right now if you want,” he answers. My breathing hitches. He leans forward and grips the hem of my shirt. My arms fly up instinctively, allowing him to drag my shirt over my head and toss it on the floor.

“Are we really doing this?” I ask, feeling the thrill kick through me.

He answers me with his mouth. His kiss drugs me, numbing my mind from everything that happened tonight, as he injects me with more need for him to touch me. I’m drowning in him and all he’s done is caress his tongue against mine.

“This is only temporary,” I whisper into his mouth.

He pulls away briefly. “I only do temporary.”

Our movement is impulsive, our hands flying in every direction to get each other’s clothes off. His mouth attaches to my nipple at the same time my bra is unhooked, his lips strong as they suck on it roughly. I can feel the liquid pooling between my legs.

“That … God … that feels so damn good,” I moan out in rapture. Not once have I ever felt this charged up with Cam. “More … I need more,” I beg.

His eyes are hooded when he looks at me. “I like hearing you beg,” he says. “I want to hear more of it.”

I yelp as my entire body is tugged down the couch. My pants disappear in seconds, my panties ripped down my legs, and I’m spread out on the couch completely bare to him. The guy doesn’t like to waste any time.

“Fuck, there’s my bad girl,” he says. His eyes are staring at the inside of my right thigh – right where my small tattoo is hidden. He traces the two small doves. “This is fucking sexy.”

I take this time to revel him in. He’s gorgeous. I reach out and do what I’ve been dying to do since I went into his bedroom that first night. I run my hands along his smooth, ripped stomach. He throws his head back when my fingers curl around the head of his cock. I can see the hunger in his eyes. He’s holding back for me.

“You have no idea how bad I want to give you this cock,” he says, moving my hand away. “But I need to taste this pretty little pussy first.”

His strong hands grip my wrists to lift them up over my head. “Keep these here. Don’t move them. I’m going to eat your pussy. I’m going to eat it right and you’re going to lay here like a good girl.” His voice drips with authority.

I throb between my legs. I’ve never felt a tongue down there before. Cam always said he thought it was gross.

Heat rips through my body with the first lick and I instinctively throw my hand down to grip his hair. I gasp when his tongue stops.

 “I told you to leave your hands up here,” he says, licking me one more time. I lose his mouth. His powerful hands recapture my wrist to put them back in their designated place. “If you move them again, you don’t get my tongue inside of you. I will get up right now and leave. Do you understand?” I nod. “Answer me, Addison.”

“Yes, I understand,” I mutter out.

I clench my hands into fists, feeling my fingernails dig into my skin, trying my best to keep them still. I don’t want this to end. I moan out, squirming underneath him, when his tongue goes back to work. He rams a long finger inside of me. And then another, pushing them in and out of my opening.

“You’re going to cum for me,” he says, pulling his fingers out. He licks them and shoves them back inside. My nerve-endings are on fire. I’m close to reaching my brink, ready to explode, and I do. I’m finally experiencing my very first orgasm that wasn’t done with my own fingers.

His rough palm clamps over my mouth, muting my screams, while I lose control. I wiggle to get up when his hand disappears, but collapse back down when he slowly starts to rub the head of his cock at my opening, teasing me at his finest.

“You want it?” He asks. I nod in response. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock.” I’ve never
ever
said anything like that to Cam.

“Where do you want my cock?” I look at him in confusion. “Do you want it on this couch? Do you want it outside? On the floor? It’s your call, baby.”

I look down, my eyes zoning in on his massive erection.

“In your bed,” I answer.

I know it’s not totally out of the box, but I’m going to burst at the seams if he doesn’t give me what I want. I’ve never desired to indulge in anything this desperately in my life.

“And how do you want to take my cock?”

“On top. I want to be on top,” I answer in anticipation.

He grins, hauling me off the couch, and throws me over his shoulder. He carries me across the room like I’m weightless.

The light flips on, the door slams shut, and he tosses me down onto his bed. I feel exposed as he stares down, studying me from the foot of the bed.

“Don’t,” he says, his tone harsh, when he notices me grab for a blanket. “Don’t you dare cover your sexy ass body up.”

My heart races as he climbs onto the bed. His mouth crashes against my lips, washing away all of my insecurities. Our tongues move together viciously. He nearly chokes me as he devours my mouth.

“You ready to ride me?” He asks.

My stomach flip-flops. I bite the edge of my lip and nod. He climbs farther up the bed and leans to the side to snag a condom from the drawer, ripping it open with his teeth before sliding it on. He lies down on his back and slowly starts to stroke himself.

“You know what to do,” he says, noticing my hesitation.

I take a deep breath of encouragement, my heart banging against my chest and pumping me up with excitement.