PRINCE CHARMING: A Stepbrother Secret Baby Romance(68)

Surprisingly, Ash looked down and frowned. “You’re not alone in that. Sometimes I miss the way things were before, too. Not that your mom isn’t great, but it’s just not the same,” he confessed.

I stopped walking and looked at him in understanding. “Yeah.” He looked so sad. I reached out to give him a hug, and he accepted. Feeling the warmth of him against me was so comforting. We continued to walk along the beach, side by side, nearly hand in hand.

“I have the coolest place to show you. My friends and I used to come back here and get stoned,” he said.



I laughed. “All right, sure.”

Off the beaten path was a small stand of trees. The sand from the shore still littered the ground, but there was enough room to pitch a tent. Someone had left a few beer cans there, and I could see where there was a place for a campfire.

“I have so many good memories here.” He took a seat, and I joined him. He was so close to me that I could feel the warmth of his body radiating off of him. I wanted to engulf myself in it and never let him go. I looked at the ocean, marveling at the thunderous roaring.

“You know, the most amazing thing about the ocean is that it’s endless,” I began. “I wonder if love could ever be that way. Based on the way my parents ended, likely not.”

“I feel you,” he said, and for a moment, we were just two humans sharing a vulnerable moment with each other.

I turned my head to face him, and he was gazing at me, serious again, his face hungry and hard. The kind of face I’ve only seen when making out with guys—the kind of sexual energy I saw on television shows.

He kissed me gently, and I kissed him back, enjoying the feeling of his hot, rough lips. He was endearingly gentle at first, but then his kisses became harder and more wanton. I gasped as he kissed my neck, having never felt that kind of intense sensation before. I was soaking wet, wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

“Did you like what you saw in the bathroom last night?” he breathed into my ear. His deep voice tickled every single inch of me—my brain, my heart.

“Yes,” I gasped breathily. “I did, you’re… really hot.” I could feel myself blushing.

He chuckled quietly and pushed me down until he was straddling me. I ran my hands through his thick brown hair and shivered with desire. I wanted him to fill me like I’d never been filled. He continued to kiss me, and I could feel the hard length of him pushing against my leg. I moaned, urging him closer by grabbing his hips and drawing them closer to mine.

“Has anyone ever eaten you out before?” he asked.

“No.” I shook my head. “No one ever has.”

“Have you ever…” he began.

“No, I’m a virgin.” He sat up and sighed, looking serious again. “What?” I asked nervously.

“I mean, I kinda figured you were. You didn’t seem experienced. Are you sure you want this? I mean, are you sure you’re ready?”

I nearly had him figured out. Beneath his had boy exterior, he had a soft and caring side. I took his hand gently and said, “I was planning on losing my virginity this summer, and I honestly have never felt this physically attracted to anyone. I really want this.”

He looked deep into my eyes. “Really?’

“Yes, I really want this,” I said, almost begging. No one had ever reduced me to this state of desire before. I needed him now.

His eyes darkened, and his bad boy smirk was back. “All right.”

He pushed me down again, nearly knocking the wind out of me. He tore my boy shorts off to reveal my bathing suit, and he groaned in appreciation. I took my tank top off, revealing the upper part of my bathing suit, my nipples poking at the thin fabric, begging for release.

He began kissing my stomach, and then he took one of my hard nipples into his mouth. It was one of the most splendid sensations; the heat of his mouth seemed to travel down to my crotch. I sighed and willed him to keep sucking. His kisses trailed down until he was between my thighs, which were wet with my juices.

His hot tongue slowly licked up and down my clit, and I could feel his tantalizing warmth over my bathing suit. He moved the garment gently to the side and circled my clit with his tongue. I jumped at the sensation, but he chuckled and urged my hips down. He grasped both of them as he continued to lick me, and my eyes welled with tears of pleasure.

“Oh, gosh,” I moaned. “That feels so good,” I said through my shaking breath.

He didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted this to last forever. He continued to work my clit masterfully, lapping up my pussy juices as he did so. He used his tongue to circle my opening, and it felt so good that I was almost able to escape the grasp he had on my hips, but he held me still.

It felt different when someone else was stimulating my clit. At first, it was too sensitive, almost painful. Then the pleasure began to consume me, incredible and definitely a new sensation altogether. No wonder women raved about the greatness of oral sex. It was indescribable.

His mouth continued to work me until I felt an orgasm building. I nearly lost my composure. As I had always pleasured myself, I knew when the orgasm was coming. This one snuck up on me. Just when I was about to come, he stopped and rested his head between my legs, laughing.

“Ugh!” I cried, frustrated. “Why did you stop?”