Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother(44)

“You don’t play fair, Grayson,” she rasped.

Her admission was doing all sorts of crazy things to my dick. Crazy but good.

At least my money could buy this—time with her.

Time before we went back to Sidney and the reality waiting for us.

I didn’t want to think about it.

Not now. Not ever.





14: Layla


Hearing that Grayson had crushed on me as hard as I had on him made my heart sing. Was that why he never brought girls home during Uni breaks? Why he hung out with me even though his cool friends wanted to drag him to bars and parties and introduce him to ‘babes’?

And there I was, thinking that he’d only thought of me as his geeky little stepsister. Grayson’s revelation boosted my confidence more than any push up bra ever could—if I ever decided to wear one.

“And this, my lady, is the bedroom.” He put on an English accent as he pushed open the double doors next to the window.

“Oh, wow,” I gasped as I took it all in. Dead in the center of the largest bedroom I’d ever seen—and ours were by no means small at the Forbes’s mansion—stood a huge four poster bed draped with soft white lace curtains.

“Fit for a Queen . . . my Queen,” Grayson said from behind me as he pushed my hair aside and kissed my neck. I leaned back and melted into him, loving the warm kisses that made my toes curl with delight.

Quickly, he spun me around, laid both hands on my waist, and lifted me onto the bed. With a growl, he crawled on after me, towering over me.

Playing the role of the damsel of days gone by, I pushed the back of my hand against my forehead and playfully fluttered my eyes.

“Oh take me, sir, make me yours,” I teased in my best English accent.

“Fuck, Layla, do you have any idea what that does to me?” he groaned.

“No, but if it’s working—”

“Fuck yeah, it’s working. Big time.”

I chuckled softly as my hand stroked over his growing erection. Big was the right word. I undid the buttons of his jeans and slipped a hand inside his boxers. His velvety skin felt soft to my touch, I lazily rubbed the tip and spread his slippery pre-cum with my thumb whilst watching his beautiful face. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let a deep rumble escape his lips.

I loved having this much power over him.

I hadn’t even sucked his dick and he was losing control.

With a quick move I’d learned in self-defense classes, I rolled him over so that he was under me. He opened his eyes and all I could see was lust and want reflected in them.

All for me.

Straddling him, I bent my head down and kissed his lips sweetly. He moaned against my mouth as I pulled away. Just as quickly, I jumped backwards off the bed.

“The lady needs a shower. Be back soon,” I said cheekily as I put extra swing into my step as I walked away from him.

“Damn Layla, you can’t leave me like this—”

“Like what?” I asked innocently, turning my head to look over my shoulder at him. He leaned up on his elbows, watching me. His eyes were on fire, he consumed me with his gaze alone.

“You’re such a f*cking tease. I’m going to make you pay for that with my cock.”

The warm tingle his words caused hit every part of my aroused body. I can’t wait.

“Oh God, yes.” I said, putting even more swagger into my steps now that I knew his eyes were on my ass.

I walked into the bathroom with a smile on my face before, stripping off my clothes and turning the shower on. If I weren’t so anxious to get back to Grayson, I would’ve spent more time admiring the beautiful bathroom with its luxury fittings. I stepped into the rainforest inspired shower and sighed with content. I found the designer shampoo and conditioner and opened the bottles to smell them. I loved the mix of essential oils that hit my nostrils.

I closed my eyes and let the water wash over my body, feeling the pulsating droplets massage my tired muscles. This was so damn good.

Moments later I heard an appreciative whistle. I opened my eyes to find there, Grayson standing naked next to the shower, with his cock long and hard and pointing directly at me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I keep forgetting just how f*ckable you are. I think I’ll keep you naked for five days, just so I can constantly feast on that body.”

He stepped into the shower and pushing his erection into my hip.

“As long as I’m allowed to feast too, it’s fine by me,” I told him.

“This mouth . . . it’s so f*cking hot. My cock loves your lips around it,” he breathed as his mouth came down over mine. I let his tongue ravish me, f*cking my mouth before he then licked droplets of water off my face and boobs. I soaped my hands with the luxurious shower gel and grabbed hold of that superb specimen of a cock of his, eager to feel it in my hands again.

“Jesus, you’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” he said as he pulled my hands away and lifted them above my head, effectively pinning me to the tiles. His gaze held mine. “Confession time. I’ve come so f*cking hard in the shower, it’s one of my favorite places.”

My stomach lurched. How many girls had he f*cked in the shower?

“Yeah?” I asked in a tiny voice. I didn’t really want to know.

Gripping both my wrists with one hand, his other made its way down to my *, caressing my mound. “Always jerking off, I always imagining I was f*cking you.”