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We both moan as he encases me in his tight heat. I slide out and then press a little further in. He starts to shake and I grip his hips harder, unable to help myself as I sink all the way inside him. “Fuck,” I groan as I bottom out, my balls resting against his ass. He’s trembling, his arms shaking as he supports himself on the door frame, and I haven’t even moved yet. I can’t say I blame him though, cause I feel like I’m going to blow my load any second. I press kisses to his back again and I hear his breath hitch.
“Please,” he begs, his voice quivering. I’m pretty sure he’s crying and god that turns me on so fucking much. I pull out and slam back in, and he sobs. “Yes,” I hear him whimper. “God, Ro, please, more. I need more.” I fuck him hard and fast.
“Shit, you feel incredible, baby,” I say, my voice gruff as I continue to fuck him. “So fucking good.” Our bodies are slick with sweat, our harsh pants echoing throughout the room, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping skin.
“I’m so hard,” he sobs. “Please let me come.” His voice is shaking along with his body and I know if I don’t give him permission soon he won’t be able to hold back. I slam into him until I feel my orgasm barreling up on me.
“Come for me, Sebastian,” I tell him. “Like the greedy little slut you are.” I grip his cock and all it takes is one stroke before he’s spurting into my hand a second time, tears streaming down his cheeks. Fuck, that’s hot. My own release explodes inside of him and I can’t help wishing there was no condom so I could see my cum sliding down those gorgeous slender thighs when I pull away.
I slide out of him slowly and turn him to face me. His legs are jello and he’s barely able to stay standing, so I scoop him into my arms and carry him towards my bedroom. No way we’re sleeping apart after that. Jesus Christ, the knowledge that I just fucked my stepbrother is slowly sinking in, and while there’s a part of me that is terrified, there’s an even bigger part that can’t wait to to do it again.
Lying him on my bed I press a kiss to his sweat slicked forehead and run my fingers gently through his hair. “I’ll be right back,” I tell him. Then I move into the attached bath and toss the condom into the trashcan before grabbing a washcloth and running warm water over it. I wipe myself off and then make my way back to him. I can’t help but love the sight of him in my bed, naked and sated, his eyes hooded and a small smile on his gorgeous face. Shit he’s beautiful, and I just made him come hard.
Twice.
He gave me his virginity. Holy fuck.
I can’t help the overwhelming sense of pride that washes over me at that.
“You okay?” I ask, sitting next to him on the bed and using the washcloth to wipe the cum from his body. He nods. “I wasn’t too harsh?” He shakes his head, giving me a sleepy smile.
“Who knew you were so bossy in bed?”
I’m not usually, but like everything else in my life, this is different with him. “It wasn’t too much?” I ask again.
“Perfect,” he murmurs. “So hot when you take control.”
I smile. “Good.” I press a kiss to his lips because I can. God I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing him, touching him. “You’re freaking amazing.” I stroke his cheek. “Love the way you beg, and how you respond to me. I’ve never had sex like that before.”
He smiles lazily. “Me either.”
I chuckle. “So gorgeous when you come,” I tell him, and he blinks, his eyes looking heavy.
He starts to drift off as I pull the blankets out from under him and drape them over his naked body.
THREE AND A HALF YEARS AGO
I jolt from where I’m sitting at my desk when I feel someone poking me in the back, and turn to see a smiling face that I’ve never seen before. I have a feeling I know who it is, though, but what the hell is he doing in my room?
I take off my headphones. “Yes?” I say, frowning at him. He’s got wavy blond hair that falls a few inches below his shoulders but part of it is up in a small man bun at the back of his head. His green eyes sparkle with mischief and he’s dressed in a skirt, tights, and a black cropped shirt, his slender midriff showing. Two words come immediately to mind. Pretty, and short. He can’t be more than five foot four. He looks like a miniature version of Legolas from Lord of the Rings.
When he speaks, though, his voice is vibrant and bouncy, with a sort of feminine quality to it.
“Hey, brother,” he says, moving around in front of me and hopping up on my desk, giving no mind to the books and papers spread out. He just makes himself at home, crossing one slender leg over the other.
“Um, hi,” I say, still wondering what the hell he’s doing in my room.
“I’m Sebastian,” he says. “Your dad said I could find you up here. Said I should introduce myself, now that we’re stepbrothers and all.” He beams at me and I blink.
“Rome,” I reply. “Now that we know each other you can leave.” He grins and hops off the desk, but doesn’t go towards the door like I’m expecting. Instead he starts walking around my room, opening and closing dresser drawers, examining my bookshelf, pulling books out and putting them back again, picking up the little knick-knacks on the shelves and peering at them before setting them back down. “What are you doing?” I ask once he gets to the closet and flings the door open.
“Snooping,” he says, looking over his shoulder and giving me that grin again.
“Haven’t you ever heard of boundaries?” I ask.
“Boundaries are made to be crossed, sweetheart.”
My cheeks heat. “Sweetheart?”
