Chapter 20 #3
“Then I’ll match your confession with one of my own.” She’s grinning—I can hear it in her voice. “I used to dream about that all the time, too.”
My heart stops. Restarts. “Oh yeah?” I breathe out, barely able to form words. “How would those dreams go?”
“I’d sneak in your bed just like this,” she says, her lips brushing against the back of my neck. I’m burning alive with want for her. “And I’d wake you up with my hand beneath your boxers.”
Her hand slides around my waist to the front of my boxers, making me shudder.
Fuck.
She dips beneath the hem and grasps my quickly hardening shaft. “And it would be wrong, because I was your new sister.”
Her grip tightens. I strain in her hand.
“But that only tempted me more.” She reaches between my legs and squeezes my balls.
“Fuck, Harper,” I hiss out between my teeth. This is all happening so quickly. Fine if she doesn’t want to talk, but shouldn’t we at least—
“You’d walk down the halls of that school wearing your letter jacket looking so confident,” she whispers, flipping off the comforter and exposing my cock to the cool night air, “and all I’d think was… I bet I could bring him to his knees.”
And then she bends down, crawling between my legs—and takes the head of my cock between her lips.
My brain totally blanks out.
Harper.
Harper’s mouth.
Harper’s mouth on my cock.
I think I make a low gurgling noise in my throat as I flip to my back and she settles between my legs.
With one hand, she pumps the base of my cock while she bends over, suckling hard at the tip. She drops her mouth down, sucking like she’s trying to vacuum my fucking soul out through my dick.
My hips jackknife up off the bed of their own accord.
“That’s right,” Harper says after lifting off my cock with a wet little pop noise. “I couldn’t stop fantasizing about my hot stepbrother who I knew every girl wanted.”
She strokes up and down the cock she’s just made wet with her mouth. “But I was the one sneaking in your bed at night, driving you so fucking crazy for me you’d never be able to look at anyone else.”
Was that really how she felt back then? Because it was the total opposite in my head.
She was the girl who walked around with such an easy, innate cool that I knew girls like McKenzie couldn’t help but envy her. And the guys, well let’s just say I heard way too many infuriating comments from those assholes because of Harper’s gorgeous, confident, unattainable vibe.
“Harper—” I lift up on my elbows to look down my stomach at her gorgeous face right as she grins devilishly at me and then licks up the bottom of my shaft.
I shudder as her mouth clamps around the head, still barely able to believe she’s back in my life, much less here going down on me.
She’s as hot as she ever was, but even more now that her womanly curves have filled out. Plus the tattoos creeping up her neck and down her shoulders—everything about her screams badass femininity.
I know she felt like she was foundering when I first met her—she once said she was a disaster in the middle of an identity crisis.
Now we’ve switched places.
When we first met, I knew exactly who I was.
I’d been handed a script by life and I was happy to play out my part.
No one had ever met a more rule-loving motherfucker than me, after all.
Maybe I didn’t ever really know who I was, but in the last ten years, I’ve most certainly disappeared into the fog.
Harper swallows me deep down her throat, and that certainly cuts through any lingering mist. I suddenly feel crystal clear about who I am and what I want.
“Fuck, Harper,” I say urgently, tugging her hair to urge her off me as gently as I can. “I’m gonna come.”
She releases me with another sucking pop, but only to crawl up and seat me unceremoniously at her sex.
“I’m clean,” she says. “I made that fucker wear a condom cause I knew he slept around.”
She knew Z cheated on her? Or does she mean while they were separated?
What the fuck am I quibbling for? My cock is bobbing there, straining at the entrance of her sex.
I grab her hips, trying to exert a self-discipline that suddenly feels wildly out of reach. “I haven’t tested in a couple of months.”
“I don’t give a good Goddamn,” she says recklessly and sinks down on top of me.
Fuck. This isn’t safe. She shouldn’t have—
But then her pussy is clenching on me so hard my eyes roll back in my head.
She rocks her hips, riding me hard. Her high-pitched, breathy gasps tell me she’s chasing her pleasure and essentially using my cock like a toy to get her there.
That’s so fucking hot.
This is hardly the love-making of a couple of days ago. If that’s even what it was then. But that at least felt like reconnection. This is—
This is Harper needing release, or…
Let’s have fun. I see how you look at me.
Her words from years ago are still emblazoned in my mind. I’ve replayed them so many times.
Is Harper going back to her basic hard-wiring?
Using sex as a shield to hold me at arm’s length even while I’m balls deep inside her? Using the appearance of intimacy to hold the real thing at bay? All the while she’s getting ready to walk away?
The thought guts me.
I roll us over in the king-size bed, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the mattress beside her head.
“Oh fuck yes,” she whines, legs lifting to wrap around my back as she wriggles beneath me, shifting so that I land even deeper inside her.
Fuck. That’s distracting.
I can’t help pulling out and thrusting back in. And then again. And again. And again and again and again and again until I’ve pulled out for the seventh time, heaving for breath and trying to get a moment’s sanity.
“Harper,” I breathe out, blinking hard and trying to remember why I’ve paused.
“Yes, Caleb,” she gasps, rolling her groin so her clit gets friction against the base of my cock even though I’ve stopped thrusting.
I give her wrists a squeeze and demand again, “Harper. Look at me.”
She blinks her eyes open, frowning. Then she smiles coyly. “Yes, big brother.”
My cock thickens, lurching inside her, and I shake my head again.
“Just stop for a second. What are we doing here?”
She lets out a quick laugh. “Considering your cock is stuffed up my cunt at the moment, I’d say it’s pretty clear.” She clenches around me for good measure. “Do you need a diagram?”
I hiss out between my teeth at the sensation and thrust several more times. Three, to be exact. Then four more times to hit my favorite prime, seven.
She drags her fingernails down my back, eyes falling closed again.
“Wait,” I breathe out. “No, Harper, I mean. What is this?”
Her eyes snap open impatiently. “What do you mean, what is this? We’re fucking. I thought we agreed. Do you want to stop or what?”
My cock throbs inside her, not about to stop anytime soon unless she withdraws consent. I frown. “No. I just—you went through so much today. You yourself said we need to talk.”
“And you decided while you’re balls deep is suddenly the time?” she asks in exasperation.
“As good a time as any. We don’t know how long Bruiser will sleep for.”
She yanks her wrist out of my grasp to slap a hand over my mouth. “Jesus Christ, could you not talk about my kid while you’re inside me? If you want off this ride, make a noise. Otherwise, keep your cock inside the vehicle at all times and shut up.”
She proceeds to fuck me from below, her breasts arching and straining in her black bra. But only for a few more grinding thrusts of her hips before she shudders and clenches all around my cock in her release.
It’s an aching, torturous pleasure to feel her clenching on my cock as she comes. It takes all my barely-leashed control not to start fucking her again.
I just watch her, torn between giving her what she wants and doing the right thing. Whatever the fuck that might be.
It’s best to let her have her pleasure and selfishly steal every moment like a video I know I’ll replay over and over inside my head as she spasms beneath me, face lost in pure bliss.
Finally her entire body slumps back against the bed, legs going slack beside my body.
She bites her bottom lip as she looks up at me with pleasure-misted eyes. She reaches down to her sex, feeling me still hard there. I pull out and she lifts her hand back up, confusion knitting her brows.
“You didn’t come. Fuck,” she shakes her head at me, smiling wistfully. “I forgot how stubborn you can be.”
She reaches up and grabs my hand, yanking me forward so that I’m forced to straddle her body, higher and higher.
“I used to think of ways to try to get past your stubbornness, too, brother.”
She blinks up at me from below, taking my knee with both hands and urging it up higher until it lands beside her head on the pillow. My chest heaves at how she’s positioning me. This isn’t what I intended when I stopped fucking her—
But my knee moves where her gentle hands direct—first on one side of her head, and then the other, until my hands brace automatically against the wall.
And my cock and balls swing directly in her face.
It’s hardly the gentlemanly position I imagined taking when trying to talk things through with the woman I’ve loved for over a decade.
But it’s also clearly exactly where Harper wants me.
And when her mouth closes around my ballsack and her tongue starts to play with my left ball, gentlemanliness, and reason go out the window.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I groan.
“That’s right,” Harper whispers, breath warm on my balls.
“So back to that teenage fantasy. I’d climb into your bed, brother, and get my mouth around you.
I always wanted to drive you so crazy, you’d forget your morals and how we ought to talk things through reasonably,” she mocks, “and every other damn thing in the universe besides the fact that we’re animals who just need to fuck sometimes. ”
Then she takes some of the slick moisture from her pussy to lube her fingers. Right before she slips them into my ass—just the barest bit, finding my prostate with ease as her mouth closes greedily around the bulbous head of my shaft again.
I bite down on my own biceps so I don’t wake the kid with my shout of agonized pleasure as I thrust forward once and shoot a fountain of cum down his mother’s throat.