Stepbrother Reunited (Billionaire Stepbrother BBW Romance) (3 page)

I swallowed and blushed at the random, lustful thought. Trent had touched me a lot during our trip, but not in any inappropriate way: his hand resting on mine or on my shoulder, guiding me through the airport with his palm against my lower back.

“Say, it’s been a long, surprising day already. I’d really like to go take a shower and unwind a little. Is that okay?” I asked them both.

“Of course,” Miss Consuela said. “I got your old room ready for you. There are already clean towels and a robe for you in the bathroom. “I’ll have the kitchen get dinner out around six.”

“That sounds great,” I sighed, trudging up the stairs toward my bedroom. “I’ll come down then and we can talk some more.”

When I first opened the bedroom door, I thought I had the wrong room because it looked so different. I’m not sure what I expected. I knew Dad wasn’t like other parents, who kept their kids’ rooms like shrines long after they had moved out. I at least expected the furniture to look the same, though. My single bed had been replaced by a king, my desk and dresser with a comfortable-looking couch and a fully-stocked bookshelf. It really had changed from the bedroom of someone who lived there to that of someone who was only a visitor. I closed the door and headed directly for the bathroom, stripping out of my clothes and leaving them in a heap on the floor. There would be time to worry about them later, after I had a hot shower. Nothing had changed bout the bathroom, a jack-and-jill that had connected my room to the one where my mother stayed when she got so sick Dad couldn’t stand to have her sleep in his room any more. 

I worried for a moment that I didn’t have any shampoo or soap. I shouldn’t have. Miss Consuela ran this house like a five-star hotel, even with Dad dead. The slate walk-in shower was fully stocked with nicer stuff than I had in my bathroom at home. I washed a day of travel and emotion off in a cloud of fluffy, mango-scented suds.

I kept floating on that mango cloud as I toweled off my body and hair. I’m sure there was a hairdryer in the bathroom vanity, but I was too worn out to use it. All of the stress of the day had washed out of me in the shower, but it had taken my energy with it. I wrapped up in a short, thin cotton robe and dragged myself through the door to the king-sized bed. I didn’t even bother folding back the covers. I just sprawled across the top and let my limbs unwind into rest and then to sleep.

***

I was dreaming. A warm mouth was kissing a line from my ear to my shoulder and back again as deft fingers stroked across the skin of my left breast. They moved to my nipple, pulling gently at the hardening nub.

I was
not
dreaming.

I opened my eyes just as Trent finished another trek up my neck and leaned in to kiss my lips.

“What are you
doing
?” I demanded. His eyes flew open in surprise, the faded blue shocking against his dark lashes. He didn’t move to kiss me, but his hand was still cupped against my breast.

“I’m just… continuing what we started this morning,” he said, clearly baffled by my reaction.

“What we started…?” I pushed his hand away from my breast. “Trent, I kissed you before I knew who you were. You’re my step-brother, we can’t do this.”

“That was way more than just a kiss, Chloe. I’ve been feeling it all day, and you obviously have, too.” He tweaked my hard nipple for emphasis.

“But we can’t,” I sputtered.

“But I want you,” he insisted, tugging at the knotted belt of my robe, “and you want me, too, otherwise you wouldn’t be in my room,
in my bed
, almost naked and waiting for me.” He flapped the sides of my robe open to expose all of my creamy, freckled skin, from my heavy breasts down to my trimmed triangle of pubic hair. The look in his blue eyes was pure lust. For the first time, I noticed that all he was wearing was a pair of loose cotton pajama pants. His chest and shoulders were thickly knotted with muscle and the heavy black lines of a tattoo crawled across his left arm and pec. Giorgio Armani he was not, at least when he took off his shirt. He was also sporting a massive erection in the front of his loose pants. 

“
Your
room?” I asked, trying unsuccessfully to close my robe. He pinned my wrists to my sides. “This is my room. You came into
my
room.”

“Yours is the one on the other side of the bathroom, or don’t you remember?” He repositioned himself so he was kneeling between my legs, his hands still holding mine down though I wasn’t struggling. “God, you are beautiful.”

I glanced around. The doors weren’t where they should have been at all – I was so out of it that I’d gone into Trent’s room after my shower instead of my own by mistake.

“Okay, yes, it’s your room, but that doesn’t mean… hey!” I protested as he leaned down to kiss a line between my breasts, “that doesn’t mean it’s not wrong. You’re still my step-brother.”

“We were only related through Dad. Now he’s dead,” he kissed across the pale mound of my breast to one of my pink nipples. It reacted by hardening immediately against his lips. Traitor. “Besides, isn’t the fact that we’re not supposed to part of the fun?”

I moaned. Between what his mouth was doing to my nipple and what having this sexy, totally off-limits stud on top of me was doing to my pussy, I was running out of willpower fast.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he said, releasing my pink nub from his wicked lips. “If I do anything that doesn’t feel good, you tell me to stop, and I will. You won’t, though,” he dragged the tips of two of his fingers across my wet lips. “I can already tell.”

He kissed his way back up my sternum until his bare chest was pressed to mine. The heat of his skin was the only encouragement I needed to finally give in to my forbidden desires. I raked my fingernails lightly down his back as he bent to kiss me. He didn’t taste like coffee, as he had in our first kiss. His lips were spicier and wild, like a shot of tequila. Where our tongues had just skimmed each other before, we fully drank in the passion of each other’s mouths. We sucked at each other’s tongues and lips, wildly tasting and consuming anything we could reach. The only thing that separated my burning cunt from the heat of his thick tool was one thin layer of cotton. I spread my legs and bucked up against him as we made out.

“Oh, you want it now, do you?” he teased.

“I wanted it this morning,” I admitted, “even after I found out who you were.”

“Honesty,” He said before sucking on my neck, “is the hallmark of a good relationship.”

“Well, I
honestly
want you to fuck me right now.”

He reached between my legs and circled my clit with his fingers. When I moaned my approval, he increased the speed of his hand until I was holding in screams at the edge of orgasm. He pushed two fingers inside me.

“God, you are wet, and it feels like a furnace in there. Do you get like that for all the boys, sis?”

I bit my lower lip and humped against his hand. He put the pad of his thumb squarely on my clit and pumped his fingers inside me.

“Yes… yes… make me come for you!” I wanted to shout it, but I still had enough sense to realize that even if Trent and I couldn’t hold back our lust, if anyone else found out what we were doing the scandal would be atomic. I whispered it to him instead.

“Oh, I will. You know what I’m going to do after you come on my fingers?”

“Mmmmmm?” He had me so close to orgasm that I was afraid to unclamp my lips for fear of screaming when I came.

“I’m going to put my big, thick cock in you and make you come for me again.”

That pushed me over the edge. I grabbed one of the pillows clustered by the headboard and bit into the corner of it so I could safely shriek into the muffling cotton batting. My muscles tensed so hard riding the wave of my pleasure that my ass arched off the bed. Trent slowly scissored his fingers inside me, intensifying my contractions of bliss.

“That,” he said before planting another kiss on my lips, “almost made me cream in my pants. Thanks for the visual, gorgeous.”

He pulled his fingers out of me and untied the drawstring at his waist. I sucked my lower lip in anticipation of what was next. All men said they had a big, hard prick to put in you when they were talking dirty, even the ones who had something more like four inches of slack hose. Something about the way Trent had said it, though, made me think there was no bravado in his pants – mostly because it wouldn’t fit.

He hooked his thumbs over the waistband of his pants and lowered them to his knees. His cock stood straight out from his hips at a right angle, the shaft curving proudly upward into the uncut head. I could see the dark, shiny tip poking out of the wrinkled collar of skin and precum collecting around the edge. He was indeed as long and thick as I’d hoped – and then some.

“Ooh, that’s… unexpected,” I sat up and teased his slit with one of my fingers, drawing away a long string of his clear arousal fluid.

“My mom is French. Circumcision’s not so much of a thing… over there… that’s distracting.”

“Is it?” I asked with mock innocence. I made a circle with my thumb and middle finger around his foreskin, squeezing and sliding it a half-inch back and forth across the head of his cock before finally rolling it down below his ridge.

“Very,” he growled, pushing me back onto the bed. “But I’ll manage.” He spread my thick thighs wide with his hands and worked his hips, letting the head of his cock tease against my inner lips and clit.

“God, Trent,” I moaned, trying to move my hips against his. “Please just put it in me.”

“What’s that?” He found his mark and slipped inside me, stretching my lips but keeping away from my pushing hips to keep from filling me up. “What’s that you want, Chloe?”

“I want you to fuck me,” I said, loud as I dared.

“Oh,” he slid another thick inch inside me with every word. “You want your big brother to fuck you?”

He filled me so completely I was at a loss for words. The way his cock curved up into me hit my front wall so perfectly that I had to strain against having another orgasm too soon, before tension built back up enough to make it worthwhile. He kept still inside me.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“’Yes’ what?”

“Yes, I want my…
very
big brother… to fuck me.”

“Dirty girl,” he said as he pulled halfway out of me and slammed in again, right up to my cervix. I bit the corner of the pillow. It was going to be one of
those
nights. “Good thing you’ve got such a loving brother to take care of you.”

He started stroking into me, light and fast, each thrust pushing his cock head against my G-spot until I was screaming so loud I wasn’t sure the pillow was even helping anymore. When I began a second, thunderous climax, he deepened his stroke, his teeth gritting at the effort of ramming into my pulsing canal. That stimulation pushed me even further over the edge, as one orgasm turned into another that made me shake and gasp for air.

Trent pulled my knees up to my chest and hooked my ankles over his shoulders. He pushed into me as deeply as he could and ground his hips against mine. It felt like he would split me in two.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he grunted.

“You already are,” I gasped.

“Get ready for more, then, because… unh… I’ve wanted to shoot this load inside you since six this morning.”

He quickened his pace, slapping into me with great wet smacks as his heavy balls teased against my asshole. Every thrust made us grunt like animals mating. I had a sudden flash of us sitting down with Adrian to read the will and Trent throwing me over the table and mounting me from behind, claiming me as his portion of the inheritance.

“Yes, so… close… UNGH!” He held himself deep. Our fit was so tight that I could feel his shaft twitching against my walls as he spurted his cream inside me. His heart pounded so hard I could feel the beat against the bottom of my thighs. We stayed like that, both red-faced and gasping for breath before, just like in the car, we started each other laughing. Trent slipped out of me and flopped down on the bed beside me.