Blackbird (A Stepbrother Romance #1)(67)
Victor comes in after exactly fourteen minutes. Cleaning up means de-greasing himself. He kisses me on the cheek and ducks into the bathroom, and the shower starts. A half an hour later he comes out clean, and dinner is ready. There’s still a faint smell of oil about him, as there always is, but I’ve started to like it. We serve ourselves, bumping into each other purposely at the stove, and sit down in front of the television. Victor wears a thin t-shirt, and his tattoos show through.
I lean on the arm of the sofa while I eat, with my legs over his. He twists off the cap of his beer, then mine, and our fingers brush when he passes it to me. I scarf down my food in big bites, barely chewing. Vic eats and swigs from his beer, and I drink mine down in big gulps. Before we moved in here I’d never even had a beer-when we dared out eat back during our college days I never drank, and I would occasionally take wine at the stupid parties my father made me attend while I was working for him, but only because I had to. I’ve learned to love the hoppy, bitter taste of the brews Vic picks out. He’s a beer snob.
Our plates end up on the coffee table, beside a few empty beers for each of us. I’m feeling tipsy, and daring.
So, I slip onto his lap. He snatches the remote and turns off the TV, and his hand slip up under my t-shirt, and he pulls me into a kiss as I straddle him. My hands slide under his shirt. His skin is still damp from the shower, and so is his hair. I twirl a finger in it. He lets it hang to his shoulders now, in thick coal black curls. He starts to tug my shirt up, and I stand up, pulling his hands. Without a word, he follows me down the hall and almost pushes me onto the bed. I fall face down and he tugs my jeans down as I undo the button. Once they’re over my hips and ass they slide right off, and my underwear comes next, then his warm mouth on the small of my back, working his way up to peel off my shirt and unhook my bra.
He gets on top of me and slides his hands up my back, kneading the muscle. I twist and wriggle out of my shirt, and my bra, and lay there naked, sighing into the bed as he massages my back. He runs his hands down my legs, and rubs my feet. I don’t know how they end up so sore, but they do. It tickles a little and I can’t help laughing. When I do, he smacks me lightly on the butt and I laugh harder and wriggle out from under him, then spring on him. It’s his turn. I get his boxers down and he’s already hard for me, but I press his erection against his stomach and rub my belly against it as he pulls his shirt over his head. I slide up, so he can feel the heat between my legs, and bury my face in his soft hair and breathe deep.
My trick, he calls it. I sit up and slide my sex along the length of his shaft, and the look on his face is priceless. He can’t keep his hands off my breasts, my ass, my neck. He pulls me down and kisses me and rolls on top of me. Once he’s on top he tickles my sides and grinds his cock against me, kisses me hard. I want him now and he knows it, so he holds back, kisses my throat, nips and suck at the soft skin, starts working his way down. I groan and roll my hips, urging him on, but he slows, stops, slowly kisses his way across my collarbone from one side to the other before he shoves his face in my armpit and sniffs. I try to push him down, but he struggles.
I’m still laughing at he takes my nipple in his mouth, slides his arms around me and sucks. My sex is throbbing, my thighs slick, but still he takes his time, making happy little noises as he sucks. Shivers pass through me, but not from cold. I push on his head and he finally relents, licking down my middle to dive between my legs and softly lick my slit. With a groan I spread my legs and let my arms fall limp on the bed, close my eyes and savor the sensations as he slowly works his way around, tonguing and teasing the skin of my inner thighs before he gives me another lick, each touch making my clit throb. Then his mouth as his finger slips inside, and I can’t take it, I have to have him inside me.
He rises up, wipes his chin with his arm, slides on top of me and pushes his cock into my sex. I curl my fingers in his hair and savor the feeling of his shaft pushing into my walls, the feeling of my body swallowing him. Somehow I feel surrounded and enveloped as I take him inside me and he puts his arms around me and I dig my fingers into his back. He always f*cks me harder when I scratch him, and tonight I want it hard. I’m celebrating. I urge him on with my legs, rake his back with my nails, moan and whimper and breathe in his ear, begging him to f*ck me harder.
When he slows, he rolls and pulls me on top of him. I sit up and ride him hard, eyes closed, my nails digging into his chest as he holds my sides, steadies me as I ride. I could do this forever, but I’m so horny I can’t make myself slow down and savor it anymore. Soon I’m quivering, my back rounded as I lean over him, and he’s taken over again, thrusting into me from below. He pulls me to him, holds me close and digs his heels into the bed, driving into me. When I come he almost loses his grip on me, for my thrashing. It’s so intense all I can do is bunch up and squeak, the waves of pleasure too intense to breathe. He holds me tight as he finishes, throbbing inside me.
I go limp on top of him, let him slip out of me and snuggle up to his side. This is going to be one of those nights, and I want him to rest before we go again.
“I have something I really need to tell you,” I whisper.
“Yeah?”
“Victor. You’re going to be a father.”
He sits up, and I rise up on my elbows.
“The test was positive. The one I took on Monday. I went to the doctor yesterday morning and they called me with the results. I’m pregnant.”