The Bad Boys of Summer (9 page)

Almost violently, he crushed my lips with his, pulling me into a hot, heavy kiss. I sank my teeth into his lower lip, surrendering to his lust, his power, while returning his passion with my own. The force of Slade’s need nearly swept me off my feet and I clung to his strong arms, digging my nails into his flesh as he moaned and pressed against me for more. God, he was hard—harder than he’d ever been for me before. I could feel him pulsing against my thigh as he shoved me back toward my bedroom, his hand still tangled in my hair while the other groped at my ass.

As I stumbled, Slade snarled and lifted me against his body, suffocating me with his embrace. I wrapped my legs around him and let him carry me to the bed, raking my nails through his hair to the symphony of his groans.

When Slade kissed me now, it was deeper. When he pushed and pulled my body, it wasn’t just for his pleasure, or some conquest. When he threw me onto my back so hard it stole my breath and climbed on top of me, knees sinking deep into my mattress, the predatory stare he gave me was different, somehow—like for the first time, Slade wasn’t worried about getting too close. All he wanted was to be inside me, as deep as he could possibly be. I knew, just by looking into his eyes, that he wanted no barriers between us.

I needed that just as much as he did. I needed to be naked and vulnerable in his arms. And he needed to be naked and vulnerable in mine.

I don’t remember Slade pulling off my clothes, nor do I remember tearing off his. That part was a blur of mouths and limbs, grasping hands, fingers sinking deep into each others’ skin. I just know that when I raised my hips up, his cock was there, hard and swollen and begging to be touched. I could have enveloped him in my mouth then, could have sucked until my cheeks hollowed just the way he’d taught me to so many years ago, but I knew that wasn’t what he wanted. Slade wanted to mount me like an animal. He wanted my pussy like a drowning man yearns for air and land. And I was only too eager to give it to him.

I spread my legs wide, accepting Slade’s hips between my thighs, the shadows in my bedroom making his Adonis lines seem even deeper like they’d been chiseled out of the finest, smoothest marble in all the world—maybe even the universe. He held himself over me, looking down into my face, one hand on my jaw and his thumb on my lips, letting me nip at it, suck on it, drive his dick to even greater heights of hardness.

“Tell me you want me,” he said. The pleading in his eyes let me know it was more than just his ego that needed to hear those words—it was his heart, too. “Tell me you want me here, with you, Iris.”

“I want you, Slade,” I whispered, biting down on his thumb as he set his flared tip against my entrance. “I want you here, with me. I want you inside me. And I never want you to leave again.”

With a low moan, Slade pushed his dick inside me in one, smooth thrust right up to the hilt. I gasped as he filled me so completely. Even though we’d fucked not so long ago, I still wasn’t used to the unbelievable fullness of his cock.

Slade held still a moment, just looking down at me, his shaft twitching against my heated core. I whimpered softly, squirming my hips against his own, desperate for him to make love to me. When he drew back and filled me up again, my breasts bounced with the force and my eyes rolled back into my head. Two thrusts, and I was already in heaven. Slade really did know how to work me.

He grabbed my leg and turned me, forcing me onto my stomach with his dick still inside, and I yelped and bit the pillow as he began to fuck me full-force. There was desperation in every plunge, and the way he bottomed out inside me made my thighs shake. I struggled onto my knees but Slade pushed me back onto my belly, lying on top of me, his hands over mine, pinning me to the bed. His breath against my ear was sweltering, and when he bit my neck, pleasure flooded through me.

“Fuck, Slade!” I moaned, arching my back so that my ass pressed up against his pistoning hips. “Oh, you get in so deep…!”

Slade replied by bucking into me harder, faster, stretching my channel to its limits as he showered my shoulders in kisses and nips. My nipples brushed against my soft sheets, sending jolts of ecstasy straight into my clit. I spread my legs wider for him, pressing my pussy into the mattress so that every time he pumped into me, my clit benefited from the friction. Slade was gripping my hands so tight both our palms were sweaty and my knuckles ached, but every arc of pain was sweet as it rolled through me. It only made me want him harder. Faster. Deeper than ever before.

A very familiar tension was building between my hips, stretching across like a rubber band pulled too hard. I would snap any second; I was sure of it. I wriggled against Slade, increasing the pace, and was rewarded with a growl against my nape, one that sent shivers up and down my spine.

“I’m gonna cum,” I told him, my voice a high, needful whine. My toes curled as Slade shoved into me as hard as he could, the sound of our flesh meeting echoing through my bedroom. “Oh, fuck, Slade. Cum with me. Please. I want to feel you…”

Slade drew up onto his knees, yanking my hips up with him, and slammed his dick into my cunt in a frantic rhythm, his fingers holding so tightly to my ass that I knew he would leave bruises. I didn’t care. As far as I was concerned, those would be black and blue forget-me-nots, a reminder of the bliss and solace we’d found in one another’s arms.

Stars burst in front of my eyes as I finally let go around my stepbrother’s cock, my walls pulsing, milking him for all he was worth. Slade grunted as I flailed, holding me still as he rammed into me even faster, his thighs tensing, his breath coming harsh through his teeth. And then he was filling me too, crying out into the darkness of my room as his cock spasmed, gushing warmth and satisfaction deep into my womb. I buried my face in my pillow and moaned, still convulsing with my own rapture as Slade claimed me, made me his.

“I’m sorry,” he said against my back, pulling my hair away to kiss along my neck, my shoulders, my face. “Can you forgive me?”

I nodded to him, nuzzling him as the last of his lust trickled out of me and over my inner thighs. “I forgive you, Slade,” I whispered, and kissed his mouth.

Finally, all that pain, all that anger, all that despair was finally over, and in its wake came an afterglow so sweet, so tender, and so comfortable that when we fell asleep in a lazy pile, neither of us could even remember drifting off. It was like this was exactly where we were meant to be. For the first time in a long time, I felt at home.

I
awoke
the next morning with my arms wrapped tight around Iris’ sleeping form, her back pressed against my chest as the two of us spooned in the lazy, rose gold sun. Her body felt so warm against mine, like sitting next to a fire without the fear of being burned. I could feel her heart beating closely with mine as she pressed back against my chest, making soft sounds as she continued to sleep.

It was a strange feeling, waking up in the same bed after a night of sex. Usually I would have left before whatever woman I was with had even woken up, but this time, with Iris, it was different. I didn’t want to be the guy who constantly stole out of women’s lives for fear of feeling something other than desire for their bodies. Not anymore, anyway. Iris deserved better than that, and so did I.

I closed my eyes, listening to the sounds of the world outside of the apartment as I lay there holding my stepsister in my arms. She fit so well against me, almost a perfect fit as her backside pressed just right against my crotch, my dick nestled against her firm little ass as I began to harden in my regular morning fashion.

“Trying for round two already?” Iris asked in a sleepy, amused voice. She turned her head to look up at me, a smile on her gorgeous lips. I hadn’t even realized she was awake for all the time I’d spent looking at her. Everything had seemed so quiet and still that I almost didn’t want it to end.

“I’m up for it if you are,” I chuckled, leaning in to gently plant a kiss on her, my hand caressing the line of her jaw. “Though I might do better with a shower first.”

Iris gave me another smile and nodded, running her hand through my hair as the two of us lounged in her bed together. Her pretty eyes stared up into mine, two gorgeous jewels glimmering in the morning sunlight. I couldn’t recall ever seeing a sight more beautiful in my entire life than Iris’s body lying across her crumpled sheets.

“How’d you sleep?” she asked as she traced her fingers along the swell of my bicep. “Good, I hope.”

“Best I’ve had in a long time,” I said. I toyed with a few strands of her hair, wondering how after all this time I’d never actually stopped to enjoy the feeling of waking up to a lover in my arms.

Something inside of me felt strange—different than anything I’d felt in the last decade. In fact, the feeling was so foreign to me that at first I almost didn’t recognize what it was. My chest felt lighter, and I couldn’t for the life of me wipe this ridiculous smile off my face. Every second felt new and fresh—exciting, even. It only hit me after a few moments that that must be what it’s like to finally be happy. It only made sense; Iris had been the missing piece of the puzzle of my life, and now that she was back in the picture, everything else was finally falling into place.

For the first time, I began to consider my future and the things that life might actually hold for me beyond my next sexual conquest. I felt as though a door had been opened up right in front of me, leading me out into a wider world of possibility, and it was all because of Iris.

“I wanted to thank you,” she whispered, running the tips of her fingers over my pecs. “No one’s taken care of me the way you did last night. I felt close to you for the first time in a long time.”

“I felt the same way,” I said as I gently pressed my lips to hers. “I don’t think I’ve felt this close to anyone… not in the last seven years.”

“I guess you should have stuck around, then,” she giggled, returning my kisses tenderly, drawing closer to my warm, muscular body.

She’s right,
I thought, pulling her nearer and stroking the silken locks of her hair.
If I’d just stayed and taken care of my problems like a man, I could have saved myself all of this trouble.

I sighed, resting my forehead against hers as she snuggled in, seeking my warmth. There was so much I had to make up for, so many sins against the people I loved that needed to be mitigated. I knew, deep down, that the road to forgiveness would be a long one, but I also knew that the first step had been making things right by Iris, which meant telling her a secret I’d been keeping since before I’d left home.

“Iris,” I whispered to her as she rested her head on my chest, “can I tell you something?”

My heart was racing, nervously thudding in my chest as I stood on the precipice of revealing the one thing I had tried never to admit, to never fall for.

“Of course, Slade,” she whispered softly, caressing my stubbled cheek. “You can tell me anything.”

I felt a warmth blossoming in my chest, something I’d not felt since my mother died. I’d almost forgotten that kind of hazy warmth even existed, that deep sense of caring and contentment—the feeling of
truly
being loved.

“I love you, Iris,” I whispered to her, the words just barely audible as I breathed them out into the quiet of the morning. “I’ve loved you for so long, but I was so angry with my dad that I used that love as something to hurt him with. I should never have done that to you. I love you so much.”

At first, Iris was silent. She just looked into my eyes, her expression frozen in place in what I assumed was shock. The songs of birds and dull roar of cars from the road the only sounds that filtered through the window of her apartment, filling the gap that I had left by my confession. My chest tightened as the lull wore on, as I began to fear that she didn’t feel the same way. It seemed like an eternity, waiting for her to respond.

Without warning, Iris’ lips crashed into mine, and she rolled me over onto my back as she straddled my waist. Soft, gentle sounds escaped her as she laid kiss after kiss on me. I kissed her back eagerly, wrapping my fingers up in her hair and pulling her in closer.

“I love you too, Slade,” she whispered back finally, looking deep into my eyes before slowly and deliberately kissing me one last time. “I always have.”

Finally, there it was—the fulfillment I’d been looking for, the way to fill the void in my heart I’d carried with me for damn near my whole life. I wanted to make love to Iris again, to show her exactly how much I cared. Besides, there was something I hadn’t done for her yet—something I’d been aching to do ever since she’d shown up at my hospital back in the city.

“I think this is cause for celebration,” I said, rolling Iris off me and onto her back on the bed.

She giggled, but that sound soon dropped to a low, breathy moan as I linked her knees over my back. I smirked, opening her thighs so I could delve into her folds, spreading them with my fingers, my wrist on her mound.

“Slade,” she said, biting her lip, “you don’t have to…”

“I know,” I said, studying the perfect, pink interior of her slit. “I don’t
have
to do anything, Iris. Not for anyone or anything. I’m doing this because I
want
to.”

Iris gasped as I gently lifted the hood away from her clit, exposing that shiny pearl to the tip of my tongue. I reached out to flick it, sampling a taste of my stepsister’s pussy. It was even sweeter than I remembered it, like honey and strawberries, but with a kick that reminded me of some kind of spice—saffron or cinnamon, maybe. Something that made my tongue tingle as I pressed it to her again.

“Fuck, Slade,” she moaned, her hips gradually relaxing as I started to lick her in earnest. “Nobody’s done this for me since…”

My cock hardened against the sheets as I recalled the circumstances surrounding the last time I’d done this to her. Her eyes had been all wide and shocked when I’d suggested she should let me bestow upon her the greatest pleasure known to womankind. I think she thought I was exaggerating, right up until she let me under her skirt.

Iris wasn’t clothed now. She was naked, exposed, like a platter of the finest delicacies laid out for my tasting. I loved the way she was spread, so shameless and inviting. I buried my tongue in between her folds, flicking rapidly, driving her toward those cliffs of blissful madness just because I could.

It gave me a rush, making her squirm and writhe. And when she came on my face—when her juices flowed over my lips and tongue like the sweetest nectar—my dick spasmed in eager reply.

“Fuck me, Slade,” Iris begged, biting her lip with her bangs dangling in front of her eyes. “Again. I want you to fuck me again.”

And who was I to deny such a desperate command?

I climbed up my stepsister’s body, kissing my way over her taut tummy, her full breasts, and taking one of her puffy, pink nipples into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around that very sensitive tip, making her buck and cry out for the satisfaction of my cock inside her. I hadn’t been bareback with anyone since her, and God, it had been so exhilarating to slide into her without a barrier between us—to give myself to someone that way. It didn’t hurt that I got to cum in her pussy, either. There was something so satisfying about that on a primal level. I didn’t want it to stop.

I took each of her legs in one hand and bent them back until her knees touched her shoulders. Iris looked up at me, a little grin on her face, as I slid my shaft up and down her wet slit. “Planning on going deep?” she purred at me.

I smirked, slapping my tip against her entrance. “Only because I know that’s how you like it, sis.”

Iris arched off the bed as I plunged into her, giving her no quarter as I bottomed out. She shrieked as I hit her cervix, raking her nails down my arms the way she had in the pool house seven years ago. I groaned as her pussy clenched, milking at my rod. Going this deep with no condom, and with her so wet and wanting—I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

And when she started playing with her tits, all bets were off.

I growled and dug my fingers into her calves, sawing my cock in and out of her pussy to the cadence of her delighted squeals. I loved that I could look down and see my cock pistoning in and out of her, could see her pussy swallow me whole with each stroke. Iris was the only one who could take me like this, who could accept all of me not only without complaint, but while begging for more. No other woman had been able to handle my giant cock, but with Iris, it was second nature.

“Shit. You got me ready to cum,” I told her in a low, guttural groan. It was true—my balls were already tightening, getting heavier and heavier as I stroked in and out of her tight cunt. “Oh, God, Iris, I’m gonna fill you up…”

“Yeah,” she grunted, licking her lips as she, too, watched the steady rhythm of my dick fucking her. When I pulsed in warning, a shudder ran through her perfect body, beckoning me deeper, harder, faster. “Do it, Slade. Cum inside me. Make me yours. I know you want to…”

I snarled and bucked in and out of her, making Iris scream until the volume of my voice almost matched hers. With a strangled cry, I pulled back so only my tip was inside her and stroked my remaining length, a hot, sizzling pleasure running through me as I dumped yet another thick load into Iris’ pussy.

Only this time, I hadn’t been all the way in, and most of it came dripping back out. I moaned, watching my cream pie seep out onto the sheets, the sight of all that jizz trickling down her thighs serving to heighten my pleasure. I shot a few more ropes into her, then leaned back, kissing her feet.

“I’m going to step into the shower,” I said, laughing as she stretched out beneath me, a pout on her face. The way her breasts hung so perfectly made them impossible not to squeeze. She grinned and I buried my face in her cleavage for a moment, inhaling her scent—she was sweet, like honey and lavender. “I’ll be right back. I promise.”

“You’d better be,” she teased, begrudgingly allowing me to slip out of her so I could pad naked and barefoot into her bathroom. I turned on the shower as Iris sprawled across her bed like a lazy cat, knowing that no matter how steamy the water was, it wouldn’t compare to the heat I felt all over every time I looked at her.

When I was with Iris, I felt invincible. Like nothing could ever go wrong.

Looking back on it, that kind of idiotic thinking was probably what jinxed us.