Stepbrother Dearest(46)

Out of the three dresses I’d taken into the fitting room, the one he picked fit my body the best. It actually made me look like I had boobs, and the short style accentuated my legs. I had to give him credit. The sequins were a little loud, but then again, we were dressing for da club.

The dress fit me so well, in fact, that it didn’t want to come off. The zipper was stuck, and I couldn’t pull the dress over my head. I was starting to sweat because I couldn’t reach it to diagnose the problem.

“You alright in there?” Elec asked.

“Uh…can you see if there’s a salesperson that can help me?”

“What’s the problem?”

“I can’t get the dress off.”

“Well, you did finish off my steak and yours at dinner…”

“The zipper is stuck!”

He laughed. “I can help you.”

“No! I’d just be more comfortable if—”

The curtain slid open suddenly, and he stepped inside. “Come here.”

The warmth of his body was tangible in the small confines of the space. He slid all of my hair to the front and pulled at the material that was stuck. My breathing quickened with every second that his hands worked the zipper at the top of my back.

The image in my head of him ripping the dress off and wrapping my legs around him wasn’t helping.

“You weren’t kidding,” he said as he fiddled with it.” After about a minute, I heard him say, “Got it.”

“Thank you.”

He slowly lowered it a few inches then stopped. “All set.” But his hands lingered on my shoulders. I’d been looking down, and when I looked up, he was staring into my eyes from behind me in the mirror.

I turned around abruptly. Our faces were close, and his eyes dropped to my mouth and stayed there. This time he didn’t try to hide the fact that he seemed mesmerized by my lips.

He closed his eyes briefly as if to fend off the urge to kiss me. It troubled me that if he had tried, I knew without a doubt that I couldn’t have resisted. I would have kissed him with everything in me. That lack of self-control scared me.

It was impossible to see anything beyond him at that moment, not Chelsea, not the consequences. The memory of his mouth all over me, of him deep inside my body was overwhelming me.

My mind could be talked down, but my body knew better. It knew that it had within its grasp, the one thing it craved every day for the past seven years.

No one had ever been able to measure up or replace him.

Elec had wrecked me.

He may have been Chelsea’s now, but my body still believed that it belonged to him whether he knew it or not, whether that was right or wrong.

He was hers.

I was his.

It. Was. Fucked. Up.

The store attendant came by. “Is everything okay in there?”

“Yes!” I shouted.

No. No, it’s not.



***



Nothing had happened.

Elec exited the dressing room as soon as the attendant interrupted our moment.

We ended up picking out some clothes in the men’s section for him to wear that night.

We then went to the hotel lobby to book his room. He insisted on paying for that with his credit card and not the stash of money.

We each retreated to our separate rooms to shower and had planned to meet in a half-hour to head to Roxy’s nightclub.

As the water poured down on me, it felt good to wash the alcohol and perspiration off my body. Even though this seemed like the longest day of my life, the thought of it coming to an end terrified me.

Needless to say, my shower was of the coldest variety. Despite the temperature, the need to relieve the tension that had been building between my legs all day was overwhelming. I slid myself down to the ground of the bathtub at one point, letting the water pummel me while I massaged my clit to thoughts of him.

Elec’s face between my legs, his lip ring scraping my clit while he licked me ravenously…

His pierced cock down my throat...


The feel of him deep inside of me…

His eyes glued to mine while he came…

I climaxed almost violently.

My back was still pressed to the cold ceramic floor of the tub when I heard the knock.

Shit! Either I’d lost track of time, or he was early.

“Just a minute!”

I wiped down as fast as I could. I slipped the burgundy dress on, quickly ran a brush through my wet hair and opened the door.

“Wow.” After a long pause, he added, “You definitely can’t pass for an old lady in mourning anymore.”

“What do I look like now?”

“You look flushed, actually. Are you feeling alright?”

Having to face the person you’d been masturbating to in your head just seconds earlier was not something I could say had ever happened to me before.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

I pursed my lips trying not to look guilty. “Yep.”

He was dressed to kill in the dark jeans and a fitted navy shirt he bought downstairs in the men’s section. The more casual look had transformed him back into the Elec I remembered. His hair was still wet, and the way it was parted accentuated his eyes.

Those f*cking glasses.

“It felt so good to take a shower,” he said.