Chapter Sixteen
“Did that really happen like he described it?” Saint asks as we begin our walk back toward our hotel.
It isn’t that late, but I wanted some alone time with Halle before the night was over, and I knew I wasn’t going to get that at a bar that was slowly turning into our high school reunion.
So we made up something about having to go, a lie they were more than used to hearing, and left the bar before midnight.
“The football story?” I ask her with a smirk.
I didn’t need help making Saint melt or swoon over things I did, but I knew her hearing something like that through someone else’s point of view would make her horny and needy for me.
“Yeah, I was definitely playing like shit until you showed up.” I wrap an arm around her shoulder and press a kiss to her temple.
“Don’t act so surprised. Didn’t you play better when I came to your tennis matches? ”
“Please. I was always good,” she sasses while holding a hand up.
I push her away gently. “Admit it, you played better when I was there.”
She doesn’t say anything, and I expect her to reply with another cheeky comment when she stops walking and gives me a curious look. “I think… I can’t remember a match you weren’t at. You were always there.” Her eyes glisten before she blinks them away. “You always showed up for me.”
She grabs my hand and presses her cheek into my upper arm before lifting her chin to present her lips to me for a kiss.
“There was never a chance we weren’t going to end up together, was there?
” She doesn’t wait for me to respond to that, but she suddenly gasps, and an excited “Oh!” comes out of her.
“What did you say to Dylan, I’m guessing at the party… about me?”
Fucking prick, I think when I’m reminded of that interaction. “He said something about you being hot, and he got the attraction. I told him then you were off-limits and to back the fuck off or we’d have a problem, which is why I feel like he was goading me on purpose.”
“What a dick.”
“Can’t wait for him to be family.” I groan, thinking about my mother calling me at the crack of dawn tomorrow to scold me for hitting my future stepbrother. He seemed like the kind of pussy who would run crying to his father about that.
“He did… ask if I wanted to get together if he ever came to New York.”
I whip my head toward her, feeling myself getting worked up over this asshole all over again. “What the fuck? When?”
“When you were taking your call. He suggested getting together if he’s ever in the area. I politely declined, and when he didn’t accept that, I told him that I had a boyfriend. I think he already thought that it was you.”
“Fucker. I think his father probably prefaced him on our relationship, and he just wanted to start shit. Hitting on you is one thing, but not taking no for an answer feels like there was an ulterior motive somewhere, especially based on his comments.”
“Do you think we’ll always have to deal with things like this?” she asks with a sigh, and I’m glad that we are getting closer to the hotel. The dress she’s wearing has been taunting me all night, and I haven’t had a chance to be alone with her to adequately express my need to get it off her.
“I don’t know, Saint. But I don’t want to talk about it tonight. I just want to go back to our room, peel that dress off you, and continue what we started in the closet.”
We make it back to the room, and the door is barely closed before I have her pressed against the wall.
“You are so fucking beautiful. I hate it when other men think that they can look at you. Touch you.” I’m still feeling the whiskey and wine and shots from earlier, which is making me more possessive, and now that we were alone back in our room, I was ready to unleash all of that on her.
“Can I have this tonight?” I ask, grabbing her ass and squeezing it hard.
“Maybe. Did you bring anything?” she asks, and my cock throbs painfully at her qualifier because I always carried it when I knew I was going to be with her.
I loved being in her tight little ass, but more than I expected, she suggested it.
She loves feeling like I’ve claimed every part of her on nights she’s feeling particularly needy.
She slowly pulls off her earrings and the rest of her jewelry, setting them on the nightstand while her eyes slowly drag up and down my frame.
“I want to shower first.” She leans against the wall, giving me the most deliciously sexy smirk.
“You know…” she says as she makes her way toward me.
“It’s been a while since… you’ve let me fuck you there.
” She backs up slowly toward the bathroom, and I follow her because for the rest of the night, my dick is in control of every move I make.
“I’m going to guess that you didn’t bring that,” I say, referring to the bright pink strap-on that we’ve experimented with a few times. It wasn’t something we did often, especially after the time Halle threw her back out after thrusting a little too aggressively.
For the record, she pushed through the pain until I came.
Which I did.
All over her bed.
“I didn’t, but… I could bring it next weekend when I come to see you?” She taps the zipper of her dress behind her, indicating she wants me to help her. I slowly move the zipper down as I plant wet kisses along her neck and shoulder.
When her dress pools at her feet, I slide my hand down her bare torso toward her pussy.
“You know I’ll always do whatever you want.
That’s how you got me the first time,” I murmur in her ear.
It was the standard argument you’d expect.
We were in college, and we’d started talking about exploring anal sex for the first time.
She told me it was only fair that I let her do it to me as well.
And because I’d do anything in the world Halle St. John asked me, I agreed, so then one night after a lot of whiskey and with even more lube, I let my stepsister fuck my ass with a strap-on.
I came a lot that night.
So did she.
I’ll never forget that look on her face while she was on top of me, rutting into me while she chased her orgasm, doing her best to help me climax as well with those soft hands wrapped firmly around my dick, jacking me off in time with her thrusts.
Something was so sexy about her being on top while she was inside me, her sexy tits bouncing with every thrust and making me harder as I anticipated sucking them into my mouth.
Fuck, just the memory of it makes me hard, and I almost wish she had it with her now.
“Bring it next week,” I tell her as I follow her into the bathroom.
She immediately turns on the shower and lowers her underwear to the ground before putting on a shower cap.
She used to hate wearing them when she showered with me, deeming them very unsexy, but as she got older, she got over it, realizing that it didn’t matter what she was wearing or not wearing, she would always be the sexiest woman who ever walked the earth to me.
“You joining me?”
“Obviously.”
“Well, you’re thoroughly overdressed for this party.
” She giggles as she steps behind the glass wall.
It’s one of those open-concept showers with just a clear half wall and no door.
She steps under the water, letting the drops slide over her body, making it glisten.
“Go slow,” she murmurs while I pull my shirt out of my pants.
“You want a show?” She nods slowly. “Are you going to give me one in return?” I ask, and a grin stretches over her face before she slowly trails her fingers down her stomach to reach her pussy.
My abs clench in anticipation of dragging my dick down that same trail and swiping it through that wet, juicy slit.
I slide my pants down, leaving me in nothing but my briefs that are straining against my cock while I watch her fingers glide between those shiny lips coated in water.
She grabs her body wash sitting in the corner and squirts some into her hand before rubbing them together.
Her hands are now lathered up, and I watch in fascination as she glides her hands over those perfect tits, covering them in soapy bubbles.
“Halle,” I croak, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Can I come in?”
She shakes her head. “Not yet.”
“Fuck.”
“Not that either,” she says, shaking her head with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Remember the first time we did this?” she asks, and I immediately yank my briefs off because if we are taking that particular trip down memory lane, I need my hand wrapped around my dick, now.
My hand finds it immediately, and I pull hard at the memory of watching Halle shower while I stood in the mirror and masturbated.
At the time, her shower only had a curtain that she’d pushed back, allowing me to see all of her while she showered.
It was one of the first erotic experiences of my life, and it was the inspiration for many of my solo sessions back then.
“I’ve… never seen one before.” She swallows. “In real life… or anywhere,” she says.
“You’ve never watched porn?” I ask, remembering how shocked I was to hear that she’d never watched pornography.
She shakes her head slowly. “Is that… weird?”
“No, baby. My sweet innocent girl.” I look down as I continue to rub myself while she massages the soap into her skin.
She hasn’t touched her pussy again, and I’m somewhat grateful because I’ll probably blow the second I’m granted the gorgeous visual of those pretty fingers buried in her wet cunt covered in suds.
“Do you… like the way it looks?” I ask her, before meeting her wide eyes.
She nods vigorously. “It’s beautiful,” she says, repeating those innocent words that fell from her lips the first time she saw me.
I pull harder. “It’s yours. If you want it.”
“I do.”
“God, Halle, let me in, baby.” I move my hand up and down faster on my dick.