Chapter Nine
Clara
I thought I’d lost him. Not earlier when he was rubbing me into oblivion while at work. After. When we were home alone together. Eric’s emotions are fairly easy to read. It was clear by the sickened expression on his handsome face that he was feeling regret over our hookup.
But now, I think we’re on the same page.
His eyes track me, narrowed and starved despite our just eating, as I slide out of my chair and stand.
I purposefully wore a silky, nightgown that only comes down about mid thigh because I wanted him to look at my body.
To crave seeing what’s beneath. I want him to open me like I’m the best gift he’s ever received.
He turns in his seat to face me as I approach.
A whisper of a grin curls up his lips when I lower myself onto his lap.
His cock is straining in his sweatpants, eager for attention.
I thread my fingers behind his neck and then grind my pussy against him.
We both gasp in pleasure. His hands grab onto my ass through my nightgown, squeezing me roughly enough I’m sure I’ll bruise.
“You’ve always been so fucking tempting to me.”
This surprises me. “I have? This isn’t something new?”
He grips me tight, urging me to rub against him. “Since I was old enough to get an erection. I wanted you all the time. I thought I was a fucking sicko.”
I dip my head down, rubbing my nose against his. “We were both sick then. It broke my heart when you slept with Raquel.”
A pained groan escapes him and his lips press softly to mine. “It was because I couldn’t get you out of my head. I knew it was wrong. I thought it was what I was supposed to do—what I needed to do—to keep from doing something stupid.”
Knowing he secretly wanted me instead of her heals longstanding wounds etched on my heart. I kiss his sexy mouth, moaning into it. He groans and slides his hands up under my gown to touch my bare ass. The thong goes with the nightgown and is sheer, hardly made of any material.
“Why are you so hot?” he demands against my mouth, grumbling as if he’s pissed about it.
I grin and bite his bottom lip. “I could ask you the same thing. It used to drive me wild when you’d walk around without a shirt. I’d been madly in love with you.”
He grabs onto my hair and roughly pulls my head back. I whimper when his lips find my neck. His tongue roves up and down along the column of my neck before he latches on and sucks hard enough I know I’ll bruise.
“You’re marking me?” I ask, breathless. “Animal.”
He growls and then bites the flesh there. “Fucking right I am.”
Having Eric shed his worry is electrifying. My pussy throbs with the need to feel him inside me. He slips his hand between my thighs and massages at my clit that’s still sensitive from earlier. I jolt and cry out at the sensation.
“You need to come, sweetheart, because I’m going to fuck you. It’ll be embarrassingly quick this first time. It’s your only warning.”
His words dizzy me. I lose myself to his touch and within seconds, I’m thrashing with another orgasm given to me by my stepbrother.
“Oh God,” I cry out. “Oh my God!”
Abruptly, he stands with me in his arms, then, he walks us into the kitchen. “Stand up and turn around.”
My legs are weak and shaky, but I obey him.
Heat burns through me, eager for whatever comes next.
He rips off my nightgown and then yanks down my panties, leaving me in nothing but my red and green striped knee-high socks.
I gasp when he bends me over the countertop, my naked breasts kissing the cool surface.
“Holy shit,” he croons, reverently caressing my ass. “How are you so damn perfect?”
I wriggle my ass at him. “Eric. I need you.”
He shuffles behind me and then the thickness of his cock rubs along my ass crack. I shudder with need. His palm slides up my spine as he slicks the crown of his cock along my pussy that’s already messy with arousal. We both gasp as he begins pressing inside of me.
This is happening.
Eric is finally fucking me. It’s real. Not a fantasy. Real. And, it’s amazing.
“Sweetheart,” he growls, “your pussy is so hot and wet for me. So tight and needy for my dick. You feel so damn good. I should spank your pretty ass.”
I whimper, pushing my ass against him. “Why? I’m a good girl, Eric.”
He grunts, playfully smacking the flesh. “Not when you’re so perfect I’m going to come in like three seconds. That’s just cruel to do to a man.”
He slides all the way out and then rams into me, hard and unrelenting.
Over and over he does this until I’m crying out for him to give me more, more, more.
His cock is thick and long, rubbing me in places inside I never knew existed.
It’s like my body was created just for him.
My g-spot within vibrates each time he rubs against it. It’s exhilarating and mind-blowing.
“Are you going to come all over my big dick?” he rasps out, slamming into me almost brutally. “Will I get to feel your pussy milking me?”
His dirty talk undoes me. I’m holding onto the counter for dear life, the scent of cinnamon and sugar making this kitchen fuck all the more sweeter.
“Are my cookies distracting you?” He lets go of my ass cheek to snatch up one of the cookies on a nearby platter. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”
He breaks off a piece and then pushes it into my parted mouth.
The explosion of sweetness makes my mouth water.
I want to eat it, but his fingers remain in my mouth, keeping the cookie smashed between my tongue and his fingers.
It’s so strange and forbidden. My stepbrother is teasing me with a cookie as he fucks me like a wild man in my kitchen.
All the sensations hit me at once and I explode.
My teeth clamp down as a scream pours out of me.
An explosive orgasm detonates inside me.
I can feel my pussy clenching around him, squeezing him over and over again as he fucks me.
This must set him off because he lets out a strangled cry.
Maybe I’m biting him too hard, but I can’t stop.
I’m still being obliterated by the best orgasm of my life.
He stills and then his cock starts pulsating. A flood of heat pours into me and fills me to the brim. I’m no longer able to stand on my feet and clench desperately to the countertop so I don’t fall. Eric bucks his hips a few more times, and then he pulls out so fast, I cry out.
“Let go, sass,” he murmurs, fingers wriggling in my mouth. “I need these fingers for later.”
I’m able to open my mouth enough to release him. His fingers scrape along my teeth as he pulls them out. The cookie remains and I slowly chew it, drunk on my post-orgasm high.
“I shouldn’t have come inside you.” He kneels behind me and then sets to licking his own cum off the inside of my thighs as it runs out of me. “That was stupid. We didn’t talk about—”
“I’m on the pill,” I assure him after I swallow my cookie. “I’m negative too. It’s okay. I don’t think I’d want you any other way besides bare.”
He rewards me with his tongue on my pussy. His nose breathes heavily against my asshole making me shudder. I lie on the countertop, boneless and unable to move, as he licks and sucks his cum from me.
“I’m good too,” he tells me roughly, nipping at my inner thigh. “You’re safe with me.”
I always knew I would be.
He’s not telling me anything I don’t know.
“Are you able to stand?” he asks with a chuckle.
“Nope. Look at my legs.”
They tremble violently.
“Hold on a sec.” He stands and walks away.
I watch him grab a washcloth from a drawer and then he wets it.
As gently as possible, he cleans all the evidence of our wild kitchen romp from my body.
He must clean himself up next because after a few seconds of shuffling, I hear him pull up his pants.
Then, because he’s such a wonderful man who clearly enjoys taking care of me, he locates my panties and pulls them up my thighs.
“I’ll clean up in here. You can get comfortable on the couch and find us a good, sappy Hallmark movie to watch. ”
I laugh until he scoops me into his arms. I’m struck by how sexy he is and how intense he watches me.
With my eyes latched on his, I stroke my fingers through his mussed hair and kiss his handsome mouth.
He carries me into the living room and sets me on the couch.
My nightgown is missing, so my breasts remain naked and exposed.
His eyes burn hot as he stares at my breasts.
“See something you like?” I tease. “Something you want to taste?”
“Not want,” he growls. “Will. I will taste them very soon.”
I stretch out on the sofa, raising my hands up over my head and shoot him a saucy grin. “I’ll be waiting right here.”
The man cleans the kitchen in record speed.
Within minutes, he’s stretching out on the couch beside me, and cups my breast with his hand.
I start the movie, but am not at all interested in it.
I’m fixated on how Eric suckles on my neck and twists my nipple to the point of lovely pain.
He’s hard again and his erection presses against my ass crack.
I’m sore from the rough fucking earlier, but I ache to have him inside me again.
I’m addicted to him.
This has the potential to seriously backfire.
But, since when do I ever make good decisions when it comes to men?
Never.
Tomorrow, I will have to give my best friend, Casey, a call. She’d never judge me. Never has. I wonder what she’ll think about my current sex life. Maybe having someone else to help me decipher what it all means could be good for me.
Because despite what Eric thinks, it’s not a phase. It means something—everything to me. I’ve always been in love with my stepbrother. Now that we’ve had sex, it’s only made me love him that much more.
“You okay?” he asks, breath tickling my neck and ear. “You’re quiet.”
I cover his hand on my breast with mine, stroking it with my thumb. “I’ve never been better. What about you? Ready to run for the hills?”
He shifts us until I’m on my back and he’s mostly lying on top of me. His eyes pin me as he moves his hand to stroke the hair out of my face. Deep love shines from him and I bask in the glow of it.
“I ran away from life once,” he murmurs, brow furrowing. “Not anymore. I’m here for the long haul.”
His mouth crashes to mine and he kisses me as if I might vanish into thin air. I cling to him, kissing him back with all I have.
I’ve searched so long for a relationship with a man that rivals the one I had with Eric.
Most ended up merely physical and quite shallow.
No one ever measured up. Now that I have him here with me, spending all my time with him, and finally making love to the man I adore, I feel complete for the first time ever.
I’m whole now.
The kiss gets more intense and then we’re clawing at each other. My stepbrother fucks me on my couch, this time, kissing me the entire time, and rocking his hips oh-so slowly.
We’re in deep.
There’s no undoing what’s done.
And, I don’t want to, no matter the cost.