Stepbrother Studs Ian: A Stepbrother Romance Page 3

  “Ian,” she whispered, rocking with the tide, her tongue dipping into his ear.

  “I know.” He gripped her hips and rolled her to her back, his mouth blazing a trail down her throat to her breasts, licking them through the fabric, making her dark nipples appear like magic coins beneath the material.

  “Ian,” she whispered again, like she had over and over in the middle of the night when she touched herself and thought about him. But this time, he was here. She wasn’t dreaming, no longer fantasizing. He was real. Hers.

  “Fuck, Veronica, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured as she arched upward while he unfastened the front hook on her bra.

  Her breasts spilled into his hands, creamy white, her sensitive nipples pointing straight at his waiting mouth, the areola puckered tight. She moaned when he licked and then sucked them, feeling the gentle rock of his hips in response, matched by her own. The sensation tingled through her whole body, but especially between her legs, where her pulse throbbed, faster and faster.

  His mouth trailed lower, tongue dipping briefly into her navel, spending a moment tracing his name on her belly, before he nosed his way through the dark, glistening hair at the top of her cleft. He yanked her panties down and off. Her pussy lips were shaved smooth and he parted them with his tongue, making her squirm on the mattress, spreading her thighs wider to give him room.

  Ian settled in with a moan, tasting her, delving deep, low, diving and coming back up again for air. His tongue settled on her clit, flickering, nudging it back and forth. Veronica cried out when he sucked it between his lips like he had with her nipple, and then moaned low and loud when he began truly feasting on her pussy. He fastened his mouth over her, tongue lashing back and forth, round and round, changing direction every few moments, so she wasn’t quite sure what was coming next.

  “Oh, fuck, Ian!” she cried, hands on her knees, pulling them back. “Put your fingers in too, baby. Finger my pussy!”

  Ian seemed to like that idea and he twisted two fingers inside her wetness, pushing in hard, and she met his thrust with her own.

  “That’s it,” she urged. She’d never been shy about asking for what she wanted. “Hard. Do it hard.”

  He fingered her harder, his tongue making circles around her clit now, a fast, consistent movement that she knew was aimed at making her climax. Veronica put her feet against his shoulders, rolling her hips, fucking him back, forcing his tongue flat against her clit.

  “Oh fuck, Ian, ohhhh!” she moaned and bucked, her body so tense with her impending orgasm she was shaking all over. “You’re going to make me come all over your face!”

  Ian groaned and licked her faster, his fingers twisting and thrusting inside of her, but it was the sight of his other hand pumping his cock that sent her over. His boxers had disappeared and she saw pre-cum glistening on the tip as he stroked himself faster, faster, matching the rhythm of his tongue against her clit.

  “Oh! Oh! Ian! Coming! Oooo coming for youuu!”

  She shuddered as her climax crested, sending hot, delicious pulses of pleasure through her whole body, radiating out from her throbbing pussy, hardening her nipples and flushing her breasts and cheeks. Veronica grabbed his hair and shoved his face into her cunt, rocking, thrusting, needing him, wanting him.

  Ian devoured her, hungry and eager, his tongue dipping low as he slid his fingers out of her hole and licking them clean as he watched her slowly come back down to earth, her bottom resting back on the mattress again.

  “I don’t want to know where you learned that,” she whispered hoarsely as he stood, leaning over to kiss her. The tangy taste of her juices on his tongue when he pushed it into her mouth inflamed her lust again. She was desperate to feel him inside her, to take the hot, pounding fuck she knew he wanted to give her.

  “I’ve been fantasizing about doing that for years,” he whispered against her lips.

  His cock throbbed against her thigh and he hissed through his teeth when she reached down to grab it in her fist. She smiled at his reaction, rubbing her thumb over the head.

  “Me too,” she admitted, tugging at his cock. She wanted him inside her, but first, she had to taste him.

  Ian grinned when Veronica rolled him to his back on her bed, settling down between his legs like a cat ready to lick cream. His cock was thick and heavily-veined, pulsing in her fist as she slid her mouth over the tip. His pre-cum was peppery, hot, and she licked and swallowed it, letting his cock slide all the way to the back of her throat. He’d given her such good head, she wanted to return the favor, but it wasn’t long before Ian grabbed her by the hair with a yelp and pulled her off his dick.

  “What?” she panted, wiping the back of her mouth with her hand.

  “Fuck, sis, just looking at you with my cock in your mouth makes me want to shoot.”

  “Mmmm.” She reached out with her tongue to lick the head and Ian moaned, shaking his head.

  “Nooo, I want to fuck you!” he cried. “Come on, come sit on my dick.”

  Veronica didn’t have to be asked twice. She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, and guided him inside her. They both cried out when he was fully inside her, at the shock and the pleasure of it. They were really doing this. Their eyes met and she saw the realization in his, too.

  Veronica started to move, nice and easy at first—she knew she’d taken him far too close to coming with her mouth and wanted to savor this as long as she could—but it wasn’t long before her own lust took over.

  “Rub my pussy,” she panted, grabbing his hand and guiding it between her legs. “Get me off on you. I want you to feel what it’s like to have me come all over your cock.”

  “Oh fuck me,” he groaned as his fingers parted her lips and he found her aching clit. He made circles there as she rocked on top of him, rubbing faster as she bucked on top of him.

  Just looking down at him, one hand cupping her ass, guiding her, the other rubbing furiously between her legs, was enough to push her over the edge. He was fucking gorgeous, his dark hair a mess from her fisting it and shoving his face between her thighs, his smoky eyes half-closed as he watched her. And the tattoo on his belly moved with him, as if her likeness was riding the rocket between her legs, like Veronica was riding her brother.

  “I’m gonna come,” she whispered, licking her lips and looking into his eyes. “Feel that? Oh fuck, Ian, you’re gonna make me come!”

  “Come for me,” he urged, thrusting up harder, faster, driving her toward the ceiling with his thrusts, all the while his fingers circled the wet, slick bud of her clit. “Come all over my fucking cock!”

  “Yesss!” She arched and came, her body shaking and quivering all over, hot, thick waves of pleasure rolling through her, jolting her limbs, making her toes curl. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, that’s so good!”

  “Fuck, yes.” He grabbed her and pulled her down to him then, kissing her deeply, tongue thrusting between her lips. “Oh God, Veronica, you feel so good.”

  She put her lips to his ear and whispered hoarsely. “I want you to fuck my cunt—from behind.”

  The words acted like electricity, physically jolting Ian. She felt him shudder.

  Trying to get off the bed but still locked in each other’s arms, they tumbled to the floor, laughing. They rolled around, kissing, fumbling, knocking over the wastepaper basket, bumping Veronica’s desk and causing a book to fall off it and hit Ian in the head.

  “Ow!” He winced, rubbing the back of his head and she giggled.

  “I think we better get back on the bed before we break something.”

  They leaped off the floor, Ian almost falling over because of a bed sheet still wrapped around his foot, and embraced tightly as they tumbled back into bed. Ian’s hands found her ass, firmly caressing her pale, white cheeks, parting them as they kissed. His firm, hot dick pressed against her belly. She grabbed it and tugged before rolling over onto her belly and going up on her hands and knees.

  “Fuck me, Ian, from behind.” She looked over
her shoulder at him, seeing his eyes light up at the sight of her completely exposed to him.

  Ian didn’t need to be told twice either. He was kneeling u between her legs, sliding his cock up and down the crack of her ass, lower, spreading her wetness from her back to her belly.

  “Oh God, please,” she begged. “Don’t tease me anymore, I can’t stand it. Please, put it in me!”

  “Oh Veronica,” he moaned as he gave her what she wanted, slowly sliding into her pussy from behind. She felt the hot throb of him, every glorious inch. She loved that feeling of being filled. “You’re so fucking tight!”

  “Like that?” she teased, squeezing her muscles around this length and he gave a little hiss, fingers digging into her hips. “Was my pussy worth waiting for?”

  “You were always worth waiting for,” he breathed, beginning to move. She arched instinctively, jutting her ass out, even higher as she lowered her shoulders to the bed, and Ian began to push his cock deeper into her pussy.

  It was tight, but very wet, and he went so slowly it was maddening.

  “Ian,” she begged, rocking back against him. “Please. More. I want you.”

  “I don’t know how long…”

  “Ohhh fuck, I don’t care!” she cried, reaching underneath to find her clit. Just feeling the thick throb of his cock buried in her made her want to come again. “Please! I need it, baby! I need you!”

  “Okay,” he breathed, beginning to move faster, pumping inside her. They began to establish a natural rhythm, and Ian pushed her harder with each stroke. She surrendered to him completely, burying her face in the sheets and blankets of the bed. Ian panted behind her, shoving in harder and deeper, every stroke more urgent as Veronica’s mews turning to cries and then to loud, long moans.

  Her pussy clenched and gripped him fiercely, greedily, the closer she came to climax, and that seemed to drive him onward, until he was fucking her so furiously her teeth rattled and she nearly bit her own tongue. It was fucking fantastic.

  “Harder!” she begged him. “More! Oh fuck! Pound my pussy and make me come!”

  It was too late for that, though, because her climax rocked them both, her pussy snapping closed again and again, like a hot, velvet vise around his dick.

  “Fuck! Oh fuck! I can’t stop! I’m going to come inside you!”

  She cried out at his words, feeling the thick throb of his cock, the first pulse as he shot a stream of white-hot lava into her waiting cunt. Veronica buried her face in the covers and screamed at the sensation, her own climax still running through her like a shockwave. She was an earthquake and he was a volcano, and they erupted together like a force of nature. Nothing could hold them back.

  Ian collapsed onto her and Veronica took his full weight, even though she could barely breathe. The feel of him inside her, still pulsing, his cum slowly dripping down her slit, made her shiver. So fucking good. She had thought about him, fantasized about him, but her fantasy hadn’t even come close. The real thing was so much better.

  Ian spooned her back against him as he rolled to his side, pressing kisses to her shoulder, his hand moving over her belly, rubbing her tattoo.

  “It’s not gonna come off,” she teased, smiling to herself.

  “Permanent,” he agreed, sliding his knee between her thighs and nuzzling her neck. “Just like us.”

  “Yeah?” She glanced back at him, her heart in her throat.

  “Fuck yeah.” He kissed her softly. “Even if I have to listen to your whiny emo music for the rest of my damned life.”

  “Such a sacrifice.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s better than having to listen to—”

  His mouth quickly covered hers, kissing her quiet, but she didn’t protest.

  Not even one little bit.

  The End

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  STEPBROTHER STUDS: FINN

  By Selena Kitt

  Molly’s handsome stepbrother, Finn, has called her Pita—short for pain in the ass—for so long, she’s almost forgotten her own name.

  And, she has to admit, she’s mostly lived up to it, because Finn is a typical, know-it-all, overprotective older stepbrother who thinks he always knows what’s best for her.

  But when she finds his journal and reads the secrets he’s been keeping, she suddenly has a decision to make.

  They have one week alone at a cabin together this summer—can she make Finn realize that, this time, his little stepsister knows what’s best? For once, she knows what she wants—and now she knows he wants it too.

  Does she have the courage to push him to his limits?

  EXCERPT:

  I didn’t see him again until after I’d eaten my dinner. He stomped through the back door and stood over the recliner where I was sitting sideways, feet swinging idly, while I read an old copy of People magazine. Pictures of the sexiest man alive didn’t thrill me nearly as much as the angry flush spreading across Finn’s cheeks or the sight of his lean body in shorts and a loose tee.

  “I want it back.”

  I blinked up at him, pretending I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.

  “Nice to see you, too,” I said, giving him a smirk.

  “Now. I want it back.”

  I sighed and made a show of rising from the chair. I made sure to stand very close so I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze. I liked his height. Liked the breadth of his expanded shoulders. He looked strong and lean, and very capable of picking me up and doing whatever he wanted to do with me. A thought that thrilled me to my toes. But how to goad him into doing it? That was the question that had been driving me buggy since I’d masturbated in front of him.

  “What do you want back?” I asked, letting my smile deepen just a little. Just enough he knew I was fully aware of what he wanted.

  “It’s mine, Pita. My private journal. Now move your sweet little ass and get it for me.”

  I didn’t have to pretend to shiver at his c
ommand.

  “Or what?” I whispered, leaning closer.

  “You don’t want to find out.”

  “Maybe I do.” I tilted my head and licked my bottom lip. I’d never been much of a flirt, but with Finn, I was finding it so easy to do. Maybe it was because my nipples were tight again and my pussy was beginning to warm.

  “Fuck,” he said under his breath, his glance dropping to my mouth.

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Stop it.” His gaze narrowed and bored into mine. “I’m your brother.”

  “That didn’t stop you thinking about me giving you blow jobs.”

  His expression hardened. “It’s one thing to think it. I’m a guy, we think about sex all the time. But I’m not a fucking perv.”

  “How disappointing.”

  “Stop playing.” He reached out to grip my upper arms. “Give it back.”

  I raised my chin. “Or you’ll… do… what?”

  His grip tightened. So did his lips. Before I could gasp, he whipped me around and bent me over the chair. The first swat stung my ass, the shock holding me still. The next swat was just as sharp.

  And then something happened. Something unexpected. My skin tingled. My pussy grew damp. Following another naughty impulse, I reached back and shoved my shorts and underwear down to my thighs.

  “Again.” I’d been naughty, and naughty girls needed punishment—right?

  “Pita,” he groaned. “Goddamn it, why can’t you act like a normal girl?”

  “You spank girls so often you know what’s normal?”

  “Never. For fuck’s sake, pull up your pants.”

  “Or what?”

  Instead of landing another slap on bare skin, he dragged me up against his chest. His mouth was right beside my ear, his breath coming fast and harsh.

  My shorts slithered down my thighs and puddled around my feet. While I stood nude from the waist down, I looked up and to the side and met his hot glare, daring him silently to act.