Stepbrother Aflame (9 page)

“Turn your hoe ass around right now and leave before she sees you,” I say, holding myself back from throwing her in the pool.

“I need to talk to her. I need to explain,” Savannah says, using her hands to stop me from coming any closer to her. She doesn’t trust me, and she shouldn’t. I wouldn’t ever hit a girl, but I’d have no problem picking her up and sticking her crazy ass back in her car.

“I don’t know how to say this nicely, so I won’t. You’re a jealous bitch and a sucky ass friend. You choose cock over your best friend. You don’t deserve to have Addison in your life. Get the fuck out of here before I pick you up myself and put you out. And trust me, I’ll make sure to be a little rough.”

“You know nothing about me,” she hisses, running her hand through her messy hair. She isn’t wearing make-up and she looks like she hasn’t slept in days. Cam must’ve kicked her to the curb.

“Doesn’t take much to know you, sweetheart. Your actions tell it all. You’re an attention whore. You opened your legs to your best friend’s man because you’re jealous of her.”

She lets out an arrogant laugh. “Me? Jealous of her? You’ve lost your mind. She’s plain. She’s boring. She doesn’t even know how to suck dick.”

She’s obviously wrong about that.

“You’re so jealous of her I can smell it from here. She’s something you’ll never be. You hate that, so that’s why you started fucking Cam. You wanted something she had, you wanted to feel like you were able to compete with her, but newsflash, he was using you until he was ready to walk down the aisle with Addison. Sure, he may keep getting a taste of your pussy, but you’ll never be the girl on his arm or the one having his babies.” I pause. “Or maybe you’ll get lucky and win the guy. You two deserve each other.”

“Cam’s right, you really do want her. Let me give you some words of advice, you’re wasting your time.” She shakes her head. “I know you’re fucking her. What’s so great about her? I practically opened up my pussy for you on the spot and you could’ve care less. But the virginal queen spreads ‘em and you’re practically panting.”

“Shut your fucking mouth before I pick you up and throw you out of here. You want to know why guys like Addison over you? Because she gives them a challenge. Men don’t want the community cunt.”

“You’re looking a little red there,” Zeth says, eyeing me when I fall down on the towel next to him. I look down and rub at my sensitive skin. My shoulder is already starting to peel.

It’s Kelton and Rose’s last day here, and I’m sad they’re going to be leaving. They’re fun. They’re nothing like my friends here. Sure, Kelton looks tough on the exterior. His dirty blonde hair is pulled up into a bun and he has more tattoos than Zeth, but he’s been nothing but nice to me. It’s funny how my mom would look at people like them as if they were scum, like she’s better than them. But they’ve treated me better than any of my so-called friends.

And Rose, she’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever met. All I had to do was play with her in the pool and she acted like it was the best day of her life.

“Yeah, I should’ve brought the heavy duty, waterproof SPF,” I say, rifling through my beach bag. “Oh, the perks of being pale.”

He reaches in the bag, our hands brushing against each other’s, and pulls out the bottle. He holds it up in his hand and twists his finger in a circle. I turn around to show him my back.

“Kelton seems nice,” I say, when he squeezes lotion onto his hand. Chills run down my arms as he spreads the lotion down my back.

“He’s one of the best guys I know. And thank you for letting them stay here. I looked around for places to stay and they were all expensive as shit,” he responds.

“It’s been nice having them here. I like to see that other part of you.”

“What part?”

“The caring guy, the one a four year old girl looks up to as her best friend.”

Rose comes barreling towards us, as if on cue. “Uncle Zeth,” she shrieks, sand flying from her feet. She holds out her hand when she reaches us. “Come build a sand castle with me!”

Her blonde hair is pulled into a French braid, from me, and she’s wearing the cutest
Frozen
bathing suit. Apparently, Elsa is her favorite person in the entire world.

She holds out her hand, not even giving him the option to say no. She calls the shots between the two guys. I’ve noticed they can never go against her. It’s adorable.

Zeth finishes off my back and then jumps to his feet. He grabs her around her tiny waist and throws her over his shoulder. She cracks up in laughter as he runs towards the ocean. He snags the buckets she has sitting close to the water and starts packing them with sand.

Kelton falls down next to me, taking Zeth’s spot. “Don’t break his heart,” he says. The sound of a can opening breaks through the awkward silence.

“What?” I finally ask him. I know exactly what he’s saying, but I don’t believe I could
ever
break his heart. Zeth is only helping me because he wants to get laid. He’d never go for a girl like me. I’m inexperienced, I’m naïve, and I’m sure as hell not
sexy.

“Don’t break his heart,” he repeats.

“I don’t know what you …”

“I know there’s something going on between the two of you.” I wince, ready to dart up and kick Zeth’s ass. “Don’t blame it on him,” he says, reading my mind. “Anyone who sees you two together knows. You two can’t take your eyes off each other. You look like it’d kill you to be apart.”

My heart plunders. There’s no way he looks at me like that. He only cares about getting pussy, he’s told me this countless times. And that’s all I am to him – a willing pussy. His friend is mistaking his desire for real emotions. Kelton is so wrong.

“We’re just friends,” I argue.

He nods. “I get that, but friends can always become more. And I’m not just talking about sexual benefits. I’m talking about a real relationship – boyfriend, girlfriend type shit.”

I bend forward on my knees and grab a can from the cooler. I suddenly feel dehydrated, like I’m overheating. I pop it open and take a long drink, almost finishing off the entire thing before replying to Kelton.

“It’s not like that,” I tell him. “He’s never even had a girlfriend. He’s straight up told me he doesn’t want one, either. He was going to screw my best friend.” I pause, and frown. “Well, my ex-best friend. She stopped being that when she screwed my boyfriend.”

“How many boyfriends have you had?” He asks, curiously.

“Well, only one.”

“You’ve only had one, he’s never had one. There’s not that big of a difference, sunshine.” He taps my leg. “I’ve known him for years, since we were kids. I’ve never seen him like this with anyone. He’s trying to put up a front because he doesn’t want you to hurt him in the end. He feels like he’s not good enough for you. Give him a chance. You’ll see he’s worth the risk.”

My eyes flicker over to Zeth with Rose. His head is thrown back. He’s laughing as she pours a bucket full of sand over his head. He grabs the bucket from her and fills it up with water. She tries to take off from him, but he snatches her up and spills it over her head. Rose’s face lights up and she squeals with excitement.

“And thanks for letting us stay at your place,” he adds. “I hope you come visit us in Cali sometime. You’re always welcome.”

I look down and start running sand in between my fingers. “I’d like that.”

I shut my eyes, thoughts of having a family with Zeth trailing through my mind. My stomach flutters. I know it’s never going to happen. He doesn’t want anything like that with me. He’s using me while he’s here, and then I’ll be left alone, trying to find someone who makes me feel like he does. Someone who lets me be myself, doesn’t judge me, and makes me feel like I’m on top of the world.

***

“Come on,” I tell Zeth, flashing him a flirty smile. “I want to show you something.”

I grab his hand in mine, trying to use all of my strength to pull him up the stairs. He laughs at my sad attempt and starts to follow me. I try my hardest to do a seductive style walk down the hallway, but I’m not sure how sensuous I actually look. I’ve never been one of those girls who ooze sex appeal.

“Your bedroom?” He asks, stopping in the doorway.

I drop his hand and walk backwards. “I want you to fuck me in here.” His dark eyes radiate. “In my bed.”

He rubs his head. “I thought we were going to think outside the box, sunshine? Don’t get me wrong, I’m more than willing to fuck the shit out of you in here, but I also want you to open yourself up to new things.”

“I’ve never had sex with anyone in my bed. I’ve always been too terrified to bring Cam up here. I think it’s about time I see how this thing holds up.” I walk across the room and plop down on my bed. “Don’t you think?”

“I think you’re a fucking genius,” he says. “What do you want your lesson to be today?”

I spread my legs as a show. “I’m thinking oral?” I say, holding my finger to the corner of my lips.

Eagerness flickers in his eyes. “Oral? That sounds like a perfect plan for today’s study session.”

His gaze drifts to my mouth. I scoot back, telling him to come closer, and he climbs onto my bed. He captures my lips with his and slips his tongue into my mouth.

I push his chest and he falls back. I move up to my knees, not wasting any time in unzipping his jeans. I need to see him, to taste him.

“What are you doing to do with me, baby?” He asks. His eyes focus on me dragging his jeans down his legs.

“I told you, oral,” I answer.

I squeeze my thighs together when I see his bulging erection fall right in front of my face. I tremble with need. The last time I took him inside my mouth, I was clueless on what to do. But he eased me into it, seeming to like it by the growls escaping his throat. I want to watch him come apart like he does me and get off in my mouth.

“Don’t fucking call it oral, Addison,” he says, stopping my mouth from moving towards him. “Tell me you’re going to suck my cock.”

I pull in a deep breath. “I’m going to suck your cock,” I say, articulating each word.

“Then get to it,” he says. I take his cock in my hand, pump it up and down, and feel exhilarated at the feel of him hardening between my fingers. I swallow hard, my mouth watering, and take him in my mouth. “Suck me good,” he adds.

“How do you like it?”

“Use those plump lips, moving them up and down my cock, but no teeth. And don’t forget about my balls.”

I’ve done this a few times with Cam. It was terrible. I wasn’t giving it up to him yet, so he’d practically shove his cock down my throat. Eventually, I detested it so much that I let him take my virginity.

He pulls in a deep breath through clenched teeth when I lick his swollen tip that’s begging for attention. “You’re going to enjoy sucking me, I promise. And if you do it good, I’ll return the favor by licking your pussy until you soak my tongue,” he says.

Holy shit. My panties just flooded.

I focus on working his cock in my mouth, taking tips from him on how he likes it. I’m surprised on how much I’m enjoying this. It’s unbelievable how much licking his delicious cock is turning me on.

I put more work into it when I notice his breathing grow heavier. I glance up and notice beads of sweat dripping around his hairline. He’s going to get off. I want him to do it in my mouth. I want to know what he tastes like.

I feel a slight pain as he snags my hair, dragging his fingers into my scalp, and pulls me away from him as I try to fight back. I sigh, and push him back when he releases me.

“What the hell?” I say, slamming my hand into his thigh. “Why do you keep stopping me?”

“Because I’m not fucking busting in your mouth.”

“And why not? I want to taste you.”

“Because I want to feel your pussy. If I go in your mouth, it’ll take me a few minutes to get back up. I’m not wasting any time here. I’ll let you taste my cum another time, but it’s not happening right now.”

“Oh.” The word pops out of my mouth and I feel stupid.

A rush of shock smacks into my chest when he yanks my legs up in the air. He doesn’t give me a heads up before dipping his head in between my thighs. My nerves tick as he devours me, slipping his tongue in and out of my heat quickly. I can feel the sensations running through my body everywhere, shooting straight to my core.

He gets me off once… twice … or three times … I can’t keep up. His tongue feels amazing. He’s an expert at this.

I don’t have to remind him to put a condom on. He slides into me and I feel more alive than ever. I’m burning with arousal and thrill. He sets the pace, his sweaty body hoisted above mine, while he pounds into me over and over again. His hands grip my ankles and my muscles burn as he rests them on top of his shoulders.

I stare at him. His eyes move down, focusing in between my legs. I rise up to see what he’s looking at and lose my breath. The sight of him driving in and out of me is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

The slapping of our bodies and our loud moans takes over my bedroom.

“Do I feel better than him?” He asks, slamming into me harder, his voice tight. I don’t answer him. I can’t answer him. “Does my cock feel better than his?”  He yells out, getting rougher.

“Yes,” I cry out.

“Then fucking tell me.” His eyes are heated, ready to set me on fire.

“It feels better … so much better … you fuck me so much better.” My breaths are coming out in spasms, my heart is beating like I’m on a roller coaster, and I’m close to letting it all go.

“Fuck yes.”

He picks up his pace. More thrusts, more moans, more sensations. I never want this to end. My headboard is smacking into my wall, my bed creaking with every drive of his cock, but I don’t care if anyone hears. This is what I’ve seen in movies. This is what it’s like to have sex right, and I’m enjoying every minute of it.

He keeps slamming into me until I come apart, yelling out to my ceiling, and catching my breath. I hold my legs up higher, giving him that extra push, until he grunts out his release.

“We were very … vocal.” I say, when he gets out of the bed. He pulls the condom off his cock and throws it into the trashcan by my desk.

“Vocal is good. It’s nice to know how a girl likes it, how good she thinks your dick feels inside of you, and how much she wants more of you. Did you not like it when I told you how good your pussy felt?”

“I loved it,” I rush out, before even thinking and sounding way to school-girl-ish. “I mean …”

He grins. “You loved it, don’t try to retract now.”