Blackbird (A Stepbrother Romance #1)(39)

Just the touch of my lips on the head was driving him wild. It made my heart pound in my chest. I took him deeper, ran my tongue around him. I thought he would like it if I used to my hand, too, so I did, and he gripped the edge of the bed with one hand while knotting his fingers in my hair with the other. His body trembled and his hips rocked as I moved my head up and down, testing him. I could feel the tension building in his body with every stroke, every touch. When I made a soft, hungry little sound, he tensed up all over, the head of his cock flaring in my mouth. I sucked on the tip and stroked the shaft, my spittle making it slippery in my hand. Victor tensed and tensed, his whole body shaking. Veins stood out on his stomach, and as I cupped his balls in my hand I felt them tighten.

He cried out like he was in pain, his face tight and red and sweaty, but it wasn’t pain. There was a hot, explosive rush in my mouth and I didn’t know what else to do but swallow, so I did. Then there was more, and more, and more. I felt strange, possessive and possessed at the same time.

I sat back, kneeling on the floor, staring at his cock, then at him. He put his hands under my arms and pulled me up onto the bed with him, and to my surprise, kissed me. He rolled on top of me and kept kissing me, holding me in his arms. I wanted him inside me.

“I want to have sex,” I said, leaning on him.

I rolled on my back.

He rolled on his side and put his arms around me. Victor kissed me, and I curled my hand around his cock until he stiffened again. He had condoms in his dresser. He showed me how to put it on him, and I lay on my back, trembling.

“Relax,” He murmured as he slid on top of me.

“It’s a lot bigger than your finger,” I whispered.

“I know. I’m not going to hurt you. If you want to stop, tell me. Are you sure you-“

“Yes.”

I thought he would stay on top of me, but he didn’t. He rolled over and took me with him. Suddenly I was lying on his chest, resting on my arms. I sat up, gripping his hips with my thighs. I took his shaft in my hand and rubbed the tip against my entrance, feeling the warm. I’d been wet before, but not like this. It was sticky on my legs and I was throbbing, my body insistent. I shifted my weight and pressed him against me and all of a sudden he was inside, just a bit. I made an awkward noise and he held my sides to steady me. It felt so strange. He was big. I sank down on him slowly, shaking the whole time, until I settled in his lap and he sat up a bit, and pulled me towards him. I felt so weird with the heavy mass of him inside me, spreading me open, moving as I moved. He wrapped his arms around me lightly and moved under me, and I collapsed on top of him, overwhelmed by the sensation.

Slowly, he rolled on top of me. I closed my legs around him and he strained against me, his face buried in my hair. On top of me, he made me feel small, but I liked it. I thought it was supposed to hurt. My books always talked about how it hurt. This didn’t hurt. It felt better than anything. He kissed me, murmured in my ear, laughed when I let out cries of pleasure. He slowed and stopped, and drew out of me. I was confused and started to ask if he was done, but he touched my lips with his finger and moved on the bed so he lay behind me, and slid back into me from behind. It was easier this time. My body just took him all at once, and I moaned at the feeling of completeness. His hand moved between my legs and he lightly stroked my clit while he pumped into me from behind and it drove me wild. I had to pull his hand away as my sex began throbbing, squeezing his shaft as he drove into me.

I felt it when he finished in me. I tugged on his wrist as he used his fingers on me, my body clenching on him as he drove me to a second peak, a shaking, earth-shattering shock that passed through me in waves, from my toes to my scalp. When it was over he gently drew out of me but laid there holding me, one hand between my legs, the other lightly cupping my breast, his face buried in my hair. He breathed deep, taking in my scent, his chest flexing against my back. He pulled the blankets up over my shoulder.

“How was it?”

“I liked it,” I panted. “Can we do it again tomorrow?”

I wish I could just stop it all right there. Freeze time.





Chapter Thirteen





Evelyn





It is beginning to rain. It drums on the windshield. Alicia hasn’t said a word since I started talking. I told her things I’d never told anyone else, never spoken aloud. I stare through the windshield as the rain turns into streaks. It’s getting dark.

“How long were you together?” she says, finally.

“All though college. Three years.”

Her hands drum on the steering wheel. “It sounds like you were a completely different person.”

“What makes you say that?”

“The girl you just told me about was naive. Sheltered. A guy like Victor must have seen you coming a mile away. How did he hurt you?”

“I don’t want to talk about that,” I snap. “So what am I like now?”

She’s quiet for a time. She sighs.

“You’re like him.”

“Like Victor?”

“No. You’re like your father.”

I should be angry that she said that, but I’m not. My arms slide around my body and I hug myself.

“He was right,” I say softly. “He wasn’t right to hit me. He shouldn’t hit me.”