Stepbrother Bastard (16 page)

“
You
and your promises
…”
I manage to gasp.

“
What
did I tell you?
”
he grins, kissing the valley just below my
collarbone.

“
Just
keep your hands on me,
”
I plead, grinding my hips against his.

“
Oh,
I intend to,
”
he
murmurs, loosing my wrists and pushing my tiny tank top up over my breasts.

I
pull the flimsy garment over my shoulders, casting it aside as Cash palms my
modest but firm breasts. He lowers his lips to them, taking one nipple between
his full lips as he lightly pinches the other. The warring sensations make my
head spin
—
in the best way possible. I grab the
edge of his t-shirt and pull it up over his head. The tee falls away, revealing
Cash
’
s
gorgeously cut torso in all its inked, rippling glory. But that
’
s
not all I want to see of him.

With
sure hands, I grab hold of his belt buckle and whip it open, loosing the button
and zipper as fast as I can. Cash kneels before me as I tug the briefs and
jeans down over his firm ass, my eyes transfixed by the staggering, pulsating
cock standing at attention before me. I
’
ve
never found a man
’
s
manhood
to be
beautiful before
…
but of course, Cash
’
s
is the exception. I run my hands along the smooth, rigid length, tracing the
flushed bell head with my thumb. Cash groans as I work my hands along his
shaft, his back arching with pleasure. I want to feel even more of him. All of
him.

“
Goddammit,
Maddie
…”
he moans, as I lower my
mouth to his cock, rubbing along the length of him all the while.

I
let my blue eyes flick up to meet his as I part my lips and,
ever-so-deliberately, take the swollen tip of him into my mouth. A shudder of
bliss runs down my spine as I run my tongue along the ridge of his head. Low on
my knees, I grab hold of his firm ass and pull as much of him into my mouth as
I can. I can feel him pulsing against my tongue, taste his desire as it mounts.
He buries his hands in my hair, tugging just hard enough for me to feel it.

“
You
’
ve
got me right on the edge,
”
he rasps, as I run my tongue from the base
of his shaft to the very tip of him.

“
Maybe
it
’
s
time you let go, too,
”
I grin up at him, working my hands firmly
down his throbbing cock, slick where my mouth has traversed it.

I
cry out in delighted surprise as Cash grabs me by the hips and flips me onto my
hands and knees. My back arches as he runs his fingers along my spine, letting
me feel his slick cock pressing right up against my slit. I glance back at him
over my shoulder, marveling at the sheer enormity of his form. At this moment,
at the height of desire, he seems larger than life. An ancient god visiting the
mortal world for the briefest of moments. But his godliness doesn
’
t
make me feel small or base. It elevates me. No
—
we
raise
each other
up. And now, I want to see just how high we can soar.

“
You
want to feel me from behind?
”
he murmurs, running his hands over the
rise of my ass. I catch my breath as he trails his fingers between my cheeks,
letting the pad of his thumb brush against that tight circle of muscle no man
has ever touched. Surprise gives way to deep satisfaction, a kind I
’
ve
never known. How can being touched there feel so
good
?

“
Y-you
mean
…
?
”
I stammer, my pulse
quickening. That
’
s another thing I
’
ve
never, ever tried. Not that I
’
m opposed, in theory
…
but
—

“
No,
no,
”
he murmurs, trailing
kisses down my back,
“
We
’
re
not exactly equipped for that. Today, that is. I just want to take you, just
like this. Watch my cock slide into you. Watch you writhe under me
…
Sound good?
”

My
imagination spins out of control, imagining all the new things Cash is going to
teach me
…
Someday.
But for now
—

“
God
yes,
”
I gasp, feeling my thighs
begin to quake.

I
hear the soft rip of a wrapper, and watch over my shoulder as Cash rolls a
condom down his massive cock. That must be an XXL rubber, to accommodate such
an impressive piece. But my speculations stop in their tracks as I feel the tip
of that gigantic member pressed firmly against my wet, eager sex. I grab hold
of the gray blanket, bunching handfuls of the fabric in my shaking fingers as
Cash sets his hands firmly on my hips. For a moment suspended in time, I raise
my eyes and look out across the lake. The sun is hovering just below the
horizon, sending tendrils of orange and pink out across the sky. It
’
s
beautiful. Perfect. And that
’
s even before
—

Our
voices rise up together, toward the canopy of leaves overhead, as Cash
’
s
cock parts my silky flesh. He presses into me with powerful, measured force,
and my mouth falls open in an amazed
“
o
”
as I feel the unthinkable
size of him. From behind, he feels even bigger, drives even deeper, but I don
’
t
shrink away in response. Instead, I press back against him, sending his cock
even further into my ready body. He works himself inside of me inch by inch,
until finally I feel the full length of him drive up into my very core. His
fingers tighten around my hips as he sinks all the way in, filling me up
completely.

“
You
’
re
so goddamn tight,
”
he groans.

“
No
—
you
’
re
just hung as
fuck
,
”
I laugh breathlessly, bucking against his
powerful rod.
“
I
’
m
surprised I can even fit you.
”

He
meets my pass as I press firmly back against him, and we cry out in unison
again. Our voices are low, guttural
—
absolutely
primal. I
’
ve never heard these sounds coming
out of my mouth before, but I don
’
t
feel self-conscious. I feel more like myself than ever before. Now that I
’
ve
felt the full massiveness of Cash, I
’
m
hooked. Faster and faster we thrust together, our bodies moving with
harmonious, fervid purpose. My head falls back between my shoulders as I bounce
on Cash
’
s
rigid cock, savoring the feel of him colliding with the very core of me. I
swear, it feels like he could tear me right in two if we weren
’
t
careful.

“
I
’
m
right there, babe. I
’
m
right there
,
”
Cash growls through
gritted teeth.

“
Come,
”
I tell him in a hoarse
whisper,
“
I want you to
—”

The
sky splits open before me as the sun crests over the horizon. My eyes open wide
as Cash pounds into me with one last leveling thrust, driving so deeply that
the newly broken day itself seems to spin wildly all around us. I feel him come
hard as I push back against him with all my might, my muscles tightening around
him. For a moment that feels like an hour, we float there together
—
balancing
between one second, one day, and the next. Time itself steps aside for us,
before rushing back in and leveling us completely.

Spent,
Cash lowers himself to me, closing the space between our bodies. His hard chest
presses against my back as our bodies rise and fall with fervent breath.
Rolling onto his side, Cash pulls me against him, enclosing me with his arms as
we look out over the crystalline lake together. Our breathing slows as the sun
begins its ascent into the sky, rolling white clouds reflected in the still
water.

“
So
here
’
s
an idea,
”
I murmur, burrowing
against Cash
’
s sturdy form,
“
Let
’
s
just stay right here. Forever. OK?
”

“
Sounds
like a plan to me,
”
he laughs huskily, pulling himself onto
one elbow and resting a hand on my hip.

“
We
can build a little lean-to, and forsake our entire lives, and just screw on the
beach for eternity,
”
I go on, pulling myself to sitting.
“
I
’
m
game if you are.
”

“
I
can
’
t
even tell if you
’
re kidding,
”
Cash muses, running his
hand along my naked thigh.

“
Me
either,
”
I smile back at him. And
though obviously I don
’
t
literally
have
forever in mind, I can
’
t help wondering in this
moment how long Cash and I actually have together. The first week of our vacation
is drawing to a close, and it already feels like time is moving far too
quickly. I
’
ve resisted thinking about what
happens when this trip is over, because I can
’
t
bear the thought of only having one more week with this man.

“
Christ,
you
’
re
beautiful,
”
he
murmurs, his eyes fixed on my nude form, backlit by the breaking day.

A
lot of guys tell me I
’
m cute, or even pretty
…
but beautiful? Really
beautiful? Not so much. How many times does anyone get to hear that in her life
and feel it
’
s sincere?

“
What
’
s
the saying?
‘
Take a picture, it
’
ll
last longer
’
?
”
I laugh giddily, a little
bashful at his praise.

“
Got
a camera?
”
Cash
asks, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

I
feel myself blushing at what he
’
s proposing. I
’
m
no prude about nude pics in theory. I
’
ve
just never personally been one for trading naked pictures, not even with my
long-term boyfriends. It always just seemed like a recipe for disaster
—
especially
with the nature of the internet these days. I never trusted any of my exes
enough to share such intimate material. What if one of them was a secret
revenge-porn enthusiast? But Cash is a different story. Not only do I feel like
—
no,
know
I can trust him, but he also makes me want to live at full volume,
try things I never have before.

“
My
phone
’
s
in my shorts pocket
…”
I grin back, cocking a mischievous
eyebrow.

Cash
stares at me, jaw wide open, looking like a man who
’
s
just won the lottery.
“
Are you fucking serious?
”
he asks, sitting upright.
“
You
’
d
let me
—
?
”

“
Go
ahead,
”
I tell him, daringly.

In
a flash, Cash grabs my cell and turns back to me. My own jaw swings dangerously
close to the ground as he straightens up, not a stitch of clothing on him. His
tall, perfectly balanced form is as gorgeous as I
’
ve
ever seen it
—
which makes sense, as I
’
m
getting to see more of it than ever before. Last time we were naked together,
we were a few drinks in and lit by a neon light on the fritz. But now, in the
clear light of early day, he
’
s almost too perfect to
take in all at once.