Page 89 of Stepbrother Dearest


Font Size:  

It hurt, but it was the kind of pain that told me I was alive. That I was here, in this moment, with someone. That I wasn’t alone.

His scent enveloped me, as did his body heat. The sounds he made, the desperation behind every cry, every thrust, drove my arousal higher and higher.

My cock was trapped between our bodies, but the friction of his abs was better than his hand. I felt completely enveloped by him. Safe. Like I could truly let go and he’d be there to catch me when I eventually fell back to earth.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I’m gonna come hard,” he growled in my ear, his pace just as frantic and crazed as my spinning thoughts.

“You too. Shit. So good.” I held him tighter, angling my hips so he hit my spot exactly how I needed him to. “Holy fuck!” I raked my nails over his smooth back as the world blinked in and out of focus and pleasure surrounded me like a cloud.

“That’s it. Take it. Take it all.” His breathing was harsh and hot in my ear.

I arched into him and let out an inhuman cry. I was so close.

“Come on, babe. Let go. I’ve got you.” He closed his mouth over my neck and sucked hard.

The sting of pain was exactly what I needed, and my orgasm hit in a dizzying starburst of pleasure as I shot between us, holding onto him like he was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.

Caleb shuddered and sucked harder on my neck. He grunted against my skin. Warmth filled me, and he jerked over me. Goddamn. We’d come at almost the same time.

The gravity of the moment was overtaken by my mind-bending orgasm. Instead of focusing on how scarily in sync we were, I let the euphoria take me away and surrendered to it. To him.

“You okay, G?”

I blinked my eyes open. Huh? How had we ended up here?

Caleb was on his back and I lay cuddled up to him, my head on his chest as he finger-brushed my hair. I braced for the instinct to jump away from the intimate contact, but it never hit. Sighing, I relaxed against him and snuggled closer.

“Yeah, fine,” I mumbled.

He chuckled and gently scratched the back of my neck.

We lay in silence for a few moments. The strangest part of the entire situation wasn’t that we’d just fucked each other’s brains out or that it had been in missionary. It was how none of itfeltstrange.

The contact was nice, and being able to hear his heartbeat soothed that part of my head that never shut the hell up.

Eventually, real life seeped into the cocoon of our afterglow. I reluctantly rolled off him and onto my back so we lay side by side.

“So, that was different,” he said softly.

“Yeah.” I kept my gaze on the ceiling. “It was.”

“Did I hurt you?” The concern in his voice was palpable.

I finally looked at him, needing him to see that I was telling the truth. “No. You’ve never hurt me. Not even when I deserved it.”

“You never deserve to be hurt, G.”

I cleared my throat and glanced away as he pulled off the condom. The urge to get dressed and get the fuck away from him was hitting. “Sometimes it feels like I do.”

Fuck. This was why I didn’t hang around after sex. Orgasms turned my brain to mush and destroyed my filter.

“I have to go. Gotta get up at the ass crack of dawn.” I sat up and scooted to the end of the bed.

“Yeah, same.”

We dressed in silence. When we were done, we stood there like idiots, staring at each other.

“Thanks for tonight.” I kicked the toe of my shoe against the floor. Why was this so awkward? And why couldn’t I just say goodbye and leave?

Source: www.allfreenovel.com