Stepbrother's Gift (8 page)

But before he could swoop down and kiss me, I stood up on the balls of my feet, pressing my breasts against his chest and running my arms around him as I reached for his lips with mine.

It was too violent to call it a kiss.

He crushed his lips against mine, his tongue dipping into my mouth then tasting my lips before kissing along my jawline, hungry and wet. As he sucked in my earlobe he let out a ragged breath. My body was on fire for him, every sense suddenly inflamed. I felt too hot. I wanted to rip off all of my clothes.

He must have read my mind, because his hands slid from their positions to grip the hem of my sweater and pull it off over my head. He pulled it so quickly and without care that it almost tore. My fingers worked at his shirt buttons, but he knocked them away. He grabbed his collar and pulled until the shirt ripped open, the buttons skittering across the floor.

I could feel how excited he was, how he was losing control. I loved it. His hands seized me again, one sliding down my back and under my jeans and panties to cup my ass, the other up my chest to grope my breast through my bra. He squeezed with what felt like all his strength, and I whimpered my pain into his mouth as he kissed me again.

I reached between us and opened his jeans, desperate to feel him. I reached down into the folds of fabric and ran my hands along his hard cock. I curled a hand around him, fingers cupping his balls, and squeezed gently. He let out a low groan and broke the kiss.

His hands slid around to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning them as I unzipped his. He pulled mine down roughly, panties and all, then spun me around. He ran his hands down my arms, grabbing my hands in his and placing them on the desk so that I was leaning down in front of him.

Without warning I felt the heat of his hard cock pressing between my thighs, his hand sliding around me as he stroked my wet pussy and guided himself to my entrance.

He leaned down into my ear. “I’ve been waiting to claim you for a long time,” he growled. A smile briefly crossed my lips as I realized he had no intention of using a condom.

I cried out as he pushed his hips forward, feeling every inch as it filled me, stretched me. I whimpered, an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure shooting through my womb. I had never felt so wonderfully full.

He kissed the back of my neck, his hands running over my body and finding my breasts. He grabbed the cups of my bra and pulled them down roughly, tearing the fabric. I didn’t care, so long as he didn’t dare pull that hot hardness out of me. He grabbed my breasts in both hands and squeezed them, his fingers pulling on my hard nipples as he thrust himself up into me.

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by him, feeling small under his rough hands as my entire body shook from his assault. Whenever I was with another man, this was when I would imagine that it was
him
fucking me. Only this time it really was him fucking me. It was better than any fantasy. Another wave of pleasure washed over me. His thrusts came faster, harder. I moaned, making sounds that he didn't even know I had learned from girls that he had fucked. Only these were genuine.

He slid one of his hands down my belly. I wondered if he was imagining what it would be like to fill my body with his seed, to impregnate me and see my belly grow. His fingers moved on, touching me in the most sensitive of spots. “I want you to cum on my cock, Allie,” he said. His voice told me that this was a demand. That my orgasm wasn't for me. It was for him. “Come for me.”

He rubbed my hard little nub, his cock changing the angle of its thrust until it was hitting me in a place I had never been touched before. I let out a moan, grinding my ass into his thrusting hips involuntarily as the pleasure washed over me. I heard him let out his own groan of pleasure as he rolled his hips, working the sensitive flesh with the head of his cock, his fingers rolling my clit.

I flushed, fire everywhere, and cried out as I came, my entire body rigid as every muscle convulsed.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, driving his hips hard against my little ass, burying every inch inside of my convulsing pussy. He rubbed my clit harder until I came again, this time almost painfully, and kept himself inside of me, letting the walls of my pussy stroke him as they spasmed.

I felt him stiffen and a moment later felt the pressure of his climax, his cum spurting deep into me. I sighed with ecstasy as I felt my stepbrother's seed completely fill me. This was what I wanted more than anything.

He let out a ragged cry, his hands sliding up to my breasts again, squeezing them as he pulled me hard against his body, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe as he came and came into my sore pussy. It was the most amazing feeling, and I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted him to fill me forever; with his cock, with his seed, with his baby. I saw myself with Audrey’s big round belly, beautiful and adored. I wanted that. I wanted his baby.

I shuddered, every nerve raw and oversensitive to James’s hands as he caressed me all over. He cupped my breasts, ran his palms over my belly and down my hips to my thighs. I wondered if he just assumed I was on birth control, like most girls my age, or if he wanted me like this. Fertile and completely his.

Finally, he withdrew, his cock slowly pulling out of my exhausted body. I collapsed against his desk, hugging the expensive smelling wood. I heard him putting his clothes back on. I just laid there, breathing hard.

“Hey, Allie,” he said.

“Mmm hmm,” I said, still gripped by ecstasy.

“I just want to make sure. You are on the pill, right?”

My heart sank. I couldn't lie to him. He was my stepbrother. But maybe...

I straightened up and looked back over my shoulder. I guess he kept spare shirts in his office somewhere, because he was buttoning up a new one to replace the one he had torn apart earlier. I bit my lip and smiled coyly. “What do you think?” I asked, using my sweetest voice.

He smiled at me. “Yeah, that's what I thought.” I wasn't sure if he was disappointed or relieved. I didn't care. I felt his seed within me, warming my core, impregnating me as we spoke. It was what I wanted.

He laughed. “Allie, are you going to move? I've got a lot of work to do today.”

I slowly rose from his desk. I knew I was going to feel sore tomorrow, maybe even later today. Still, I had to get it together if I wanted to remain in control of this situation.

I put my clothes on quickly, the tight clothes feeling good against my skin. I hadn't felt this good, this alive, in my entire life. I had finally done it. The man of my dreams had taken me, hard and unprotected, and probably impregnated me. Things were perfect.

Once I was dressed, I turned back toward him. He was just finishing tying his tie, and he smirked at me as he looked at me. He dipped his thumb in a water glass and ran it along the outside corner of my eye.

“Gross!” I cried. “What are you doing?”

“Your mascara is running. Here, there's a bathroom on the other side of the waiting room to my office. Lauren will see you but, well, I'm sure she heard you earlier anyway.”

I blushed. Those moans came from deep in my body, and I knew they had been loud. I hoped she would keep things under wraps.

As if psychic, James gripped me by my shoulders. “Don't worry about it. I pay her far too well, and she's under an array of non-disclousure agreements. She won't tell a soul about this.”

I nodded and smiled. “Okay, James.”

He smiled at me. “Go get cleaned up. I'll see you in a bit.”

I gave him one last kiss. His lips met mine, and it was a calmer kiss than we had had yet. Then I walked out the door.

Of course, Lauren gave me an incredulous look as I crossed the waiting room. I couldn't blame her. I wondered if she knew she had just listened to a brother and sister have sex in her boss's office, even if they weren't blood related. It would be enough to send anyone into shock.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face off well. When I finally finished, I left the bathroom and started to head back into James's office. Lauren spoke up. “James had to head to a meeting. He said to check your email.” She went back to her computer, apparently having gotten over the shock of earlier.

I took my phone out of my purse and opened my inbox. James was much too “plugged in” to have left me a pen-and-paper note, but this one was just fine by me.”

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H
ead downstairs to the parking lot. My driver will be waiting in a limo for you and will drive you to my apartment now. Just hang out there. I’ll try to get out of here as early as I can. We can talk about this then.

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I
nodded, as if I were talking to the email. He wanted to see me again. I looked up to see if Lauren was looking, but she seemed to be fixated on her computer screen, almost as if she'd rather look anywhere but at me.

I got out of there as quickly as possible. Sure enough, there was a limo waiting outside, and the driver seemed to recognize me as soon as I left the building, opening the door for me. I thanked him and went inside.

As soon as I relaxed into the seat, I lifted my sweater up. I had no idea where this relationship would lead, but some part of me knew. I was pregnant already. I was going to have my billionaire stepbrother's baby. And that was alright by me.

I
relaxed into the leather seats of the limo, knowing that I was encased in the lap of luxury. As I looked out the window, I noticed the remnants of snow lining the edges of the sidewalks and scattered across shadowy building fronts. It was cold outside, but warm inside the limo, and even warmer inside my body.

I didn't know if it was just my imagination, but I could still feel my him inside of me. I tingled at just the thought of James bending me over his office desk, spreading me open, and fucking me until he came. I closed my eyes and smiled.

But, the thought that made the most horny was the one that I had to keep a secret, even from him. I wasn't on birth control, and he hadn't been wearing a condom. I thought about his sperm swimming toward my eggs, hoping to find a fertile field to sow new life into. In my brain, I knew it was too early to even hope. The sperm couldn't even have met the egg yet if my high school biology class was correct, but somehow,
I knew.

I knew I was pregnant.

Tessa would have laughed. She was my best friend, and she had called me baby crazy before, especially when I commented on how beautiful Audrey Lipman had become. The more I thought about it, the more I knew she was right. I wanted a baby. Audrey, the catty girl from my high school, had made my life miserable. However, once she had become pregnant, I couldn't help but notice how happy she looked, how full of life she seemed. And that big pregnant belly really suited her. I wanted one, and not just any pregnant belly. One with James.

I put my own hands on my stomach, looking down at the flat surface. In just a few months, I knew that my belly would be full of James' baby. I shook my head, trying to ignore the small voice of reason telling me that this was a bad idea. That I really should have thought this through better. But I wanted it. I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything else my whole life. I wanted my belly to grow with James' and my child. I wondered how long I'd be able to conceal it from him. I wondered if I should.

I tried to replay the events that just happened in my head, to try and gauge whether or not he really wanted me as badly as I had wanted him. The sex had been so violent, so passionate, that my brain was fuzzy about the whole experience. One thing he said stood out to me, though:

“I've been waiting to claim you for a long time.”

Even thinking about his deep voice saying those words sent another shiver through my body. He had wanted me for as long as I wanted him, I knew it. He just couldn't get away with it while we lived under the same roof, and had never had a chance since then. Society would frown on our relationship, but he didn't care. He wanted me.

Or did he? As a billionaire, his life was under a lot of journalistic scrutiny. He could decide that he couldn't handle being with me, no matter how badly he wanted it. I had always just been the unwanted, younger sister. I wasn't anything special. It wouldn't be that hard for him to turn his back on me yet again.

Stop it
, I told myself. I knew I was just going to worry myself sick if I kept thinking like that. The fact that he had revealed how much he wanted me, and the fact that he had fucked me on his work desk, was supposed to make things simpler. I had hoped that it would quench the need I had for him, that it would satisfy the craving deep inside of me. Except, it hadn't. If anything, it seemed to make things more complicated.

I had no idea how long the trip to his apartment was, so I decided to look at the email he sent me to see if I could figure out what he was thinking from that. I pulled out my phone and looked at the screen, squinting at the letters to try and discern something new.

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H
ead downstairs to the parking lot. My driver will be waiting in a limo for you and will drive you to my apartment now. Just hang out there. I’ll try to get out of here as early as I can. We can talk about this then.

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D
emanding. Assertive. Discrete. I imagined his voice reading this email to me, and again it just made me want him even more. Still, there didn't seem to be anything there about how he felt, just that he wanted to talk about what happened and soon. That could be good or it could be bad. He hadn't outright said it was a mistake, but he also didn't say that it wasn't.

I sighed. I guess I'd have no choice but to entertain myself at a billionaire's apartment. As I looked around at his limo again, I knew that things could be much worse.

T
he limo drove me through the darkening streets of the city, finally stopping at a brick building with a green awning and a doorman. It didn't scream wealth, yet I knew that he probably paid a fortune for his apartment. There was a simple beauty to it that I appreciated.