Stepbrother Dearest(25)

He kept one hand on my breast and lifted his other one to my face, rubbing his thumb over my mouth then pushing two of his fingers inside. “Suck.”

His skin tasted salty. I squeezed the muscles between my legs, so stimulated by look on his face as he watched his fingers moving in and out of my mouth.

When he pulled them out, he rubbed the wetness of my saliva over my right nipple and licked his other hand before rubbing his fingers over my left.

“They’re perfect.” Elec slid both hands down my torso and wrapped them around me, squeezing my ass. “So is this.” He gave it a light smack and smiled. “I want to do things to this,” he said as he gripped it harder.

I wanted him to kiss me so badly or put his mouth on me in some way while he touched me, but he just continued looking at me as he massaged my ass. Slipping my hands under his t-shirt, I continued to grind over his cock. “Can I take this off?”


“Okay…but just the shirt.”

I lifted it over his head, causing his tousled hair to become even messier. I marveled at the contours of his cut, tanned chest. He had a small nipple ring on the left side. I’d seen him shirtless many times before but never up close with the ability to touch him.

I moved my hands over the tattoos on his arms, the word Lucky on his right and the full sleeve on his left and down to the shamrocks on his rippled stomach. I ran my fingers down the happy trail of hair that led into his shorts. He tightened his abs at my touch, and I felt his cock twitch under me.

“Sensitive spot?”

“It was…when you touched my abs.”

I bent down and kissed his chest gently, and that intimate gesture seemed to have had an effect on him. When I backed away, he caught me off guard when he pushed me back down on him and held me there for a while. My bare chest was plastered against his heart that was beating uncontrollably fast.

“Why is your heart racing?” I asked.

“You’re not the only one who’s trying something new.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve never been anyone’s first before.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…really.”

“Are you nervous?”

“I just don’t want to hurt you.” The way he looked at me when he said it made me realize he wasn’t really talking about the physical pain. He didn’t want me getting attached to him.

My chest tightened, and I was pretty sure it was a lie when I said, “You won’t.”

You will, but I want you anyway.

“I want to just take you so f*cking badly right now, but I’m holding back because I’m scared of what this will do to you in more ways than one.”

“Elec, you asked me what I wanted. What I want is for you not to hold back. We just have tonight. Please…don’t hold back.”

For the first time since he’d walked in the room, he kissed me with the same fervent hunger I craved, lashing me with his tongue and groaning into my mouth. He flipped me over onto my back and kneeled above me, locking me in with his arms. His disheveled hair fell over his beautiful gray eyes as he looked down at me and once again stuck two of his fingers in my mouth. I realized that if he were going to be comfortable letting go of his apprehension, I needed to step it up.

I held onto his hand and sucked on his fingers hard, taking them deeply down my throat. His eyes were half shut while he intently watched me do it as he licked his lips. Then, he reached down and spread my legs open wide.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he slipped his finger inside of me. “God, you’re so wet.” He moved it out of me and replaced it with two fingers the next time, pushing them into me slowly as deep as they’d go. I gasped.

“Feel good?”

“Yes.”

He started to move his fingers in and out of me harder and faster. I could even hear how wet I was. Squeezing my breasts together, I bent my head back, and my body bucked. I started to lose control, moving my hips to meet his hand. He knew it when he pulled his fingers out of me suddenly. “Don’t come yet,” he said.

He flipped me over so that I was on top of him again and moved me back and forth over his cock. His shorts were soaked from me. At any given moment, I could have come if I let myself.

It seemed he had the ability to sense when I’d hit a breaking point. He stopped me and backed away.

“Do you feel ready now?”

“Yes. I’ve been ready.”

“I want you to touch yourself.”

I was kneeling over him as my fingers rubbed over my clit. My knees started to shake.

“What do you want, Greta?”

“I want to see you naked.”

“Then, take what you want.”

I unzipped his shorts with my free hand, and he helped me push them down. When his cock sprung forward out of his boxers, it shocked me just as much as it had when I’d walked in on him.

He smiled, knowing full well the reason behind my reaction. “Something wrong?”

“I just…”

He was stifling a laugh. “You look like you have some questions.”

“Not really…I—”

“Get them out of the way now.”

I got my first up-close look at the circular barbell piercing. “Will it break the condom?”