Stepbrother Dearest(24)

“I want it more than anything.” I pulled him tighter into my chest.

He resisted, staring up into my eyes again. His expression was serious. “Look at me, Greta. Because I need to make sure you’re really okay with the fact that this would end tomorrow. You would never be able to tell anyone. I’ll give you anything and everything you want tonight as long as you truly understand all of that. You need to promise me that you could handle this.”

“I can handle it. I already told you that I wanted my first time to be with you even if it’s the only time. I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to show me everything. I want to experience the same things all of those other girls did. I don’t want you to treat me any differently.”

“I won’t give you exactly the same thing…but I can give you more. Okay? I can give you better. It may be one night, but I will make every second count.”

This was really happening.

When my nerves suddenly got the best of me, Elec took notice and put his hands on my shoulders. “You’re shaking. Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”

“I can’t help it. I’m gonna be nervous, but it’s in a good way.”

I was still sitting on top of him when he looked up at me in one last moment of hesitation. I reached for his face with my hands and kissed him deeply in an attempt to prove that I was as ready as I was going to be. I looked him in the eyes one last time and said, “I want this.”

He searched my eyes for several seconds then lifted me off him and stood up. Rubbing his fingertips along my neck, he moved them slowly in a scratching motion then wrapped his hand around the middle as if…he were going to choke me. But it wasn’t anything like that. He just held onto my neck, rubbing it gently with his thumb. I felt myself getting wet from just the way he was looking at me, like there was nothing else in the world he wanted more than to have me.

“I love your neck. It was the first thing I wanted to kiss. It’s so long and delicate.”

I closed my eyes and bent my head back. He still wasn’t kissing me, just lightly squeezing my neck.

Finally, he moved his hands down and slowly lifted my tank top off. His eyes were glassy as he stared at my breasts.

In a stupid moment of insecurity, I said, “They’re small.”

He kissed my cheek then spoke close to my ear. “Good. They’ll fit inside my mouth perfectly.”

His hands then gripped my sides and lowered to pull off my shorts. “Shit,” he muttered and looked up at me with an impish grin when he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I kicked my shorts off and stood in front of him, feeling vulnerable.

He just continued to look at me for several seconds, and it was driving me nuts that he was keeping a little bit of a distance.

As his gaze traveled from head to toe, in a sense, every movement of his eyes felt like he was touching me.

He took a step forward and spoke softly just under my earlobe. “Is there anything in particular you’d like me to do or show you first?”

My body was still trembling in anticipation.

Everything.

“What are my options?”

He scratched his chin. “Rope, chain, cuffs…belt.”

“Um…”

He immediately took my face in his hands. “Oh, God. You’re so cute.” He kissed me firmly on the lips. “There was a small part of you that wondered if I was serious. It was a joke.”

“I figured. I just wasn’t 100-percent sure.”

“So…nothing in particular?”

“You could start by touching me, maybe taking off your clothes, too.”

“You want me to take off my clothes, huh?”

“Isn’t that usually how it works?”

He slowly shook his head and nipped my nose. “No.”

“No?”

“You’ll take off my clothes. But not until we play a little bit.”

“Play?”

“You have no experience. I can’t just get naked and start f*cking you. You need to be ready for me. It’s gonna hurt the first time no matter what, so we need to make sure you’re as wet as possible. Sometimes, less is more at first because the more I withhold, the more you’ll want it, the more ready you’ll be.”

Leading me over to the bed, he lay back against the headboard and pulled me into a sitting position on top of him. He was fully hard beneath me.

“You feel ready,” I joked.

“I’ve been ready since the day I walked in the door, took one look at you and realized I was f*cked.”

“You’ve always wanted me like this?”

He nodded. “I did a really good job of hiding it for a while, didn’t I?”

“You could say that.”

He pushed me down over the hard-on bursting through his camouflage cargo shorts. “It’s pretty obvious now, wouldn’t you say?”

I was throbbing between my legs as I rubbed my hands over the black t-shirt that stretched against his torso. “Yes.”

Like the darkening of a theater before the start of a movie, the lightness of his expression faded, indicating that things were about to begin. He wrapped his hands around my neck again. He slid them down and cupped my breasts, massaging them slowly and firmly as I bore down onto his shorts. I pressed myself into his cock to satisfy the arousal that was building in me with every movement of his hands.