Max: A Stepbrother Romance (2 page)

“One drink”, I say. I don’t even know his name.

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Max

I
’m giving myself an hour tops, and that’s only because I’m tired from the flight. It would usually be less than half that time. Hell, it didn’t take all that long to convince her to come with me after all.

Still, she needs to loosen up. She’s had those arms crossed over that magnificent chest since I caught up with her. Tyson is a fool for letting this one go. Legs that disappear up under a dress short enough for a little breeze to flip it up over her cute little ass, long enough to not make her look like a slut.

That ass too, I can’t wait to get my hands around it. She’s small enough for me to be able to sit her on my dick and wank her up and down with one hand, and she’s got a spring in her step that makes her look like she’s flexible enough to wrap her legs around her head and still have enough strength to push back. She’s going to be fun this one. As long as she doesn’t start again with the waterworks. I wouldn’t usually handle damaged goods, but I’m horny and this girl’s too hot to pass up. Shit, I like the challenge too. She may pretend she’s not interested, but the hard work is already done. She played her cards as soon as I approached her.

“So, I guess you’re not from around here.”

I watch her lips when she speaks and imagine what her pussy looks like. She’s going to be curling it into an O soon enough and the image excites me. What doesn’t is small talk.

“I’m going to make a bet with you”, I say, changing the subject. The last thing I want to do is spend the rest of the night ‘getting to know someone’. Not in this way at least. If this angel hadn’t presented herself I would have been interested in getting drunk, maybe even banging heads, but fucking has become number one priority, and I’m on the clock. My record is seventeen minutes and that included the drinks.

“I don’t gamble.”

“You don’t fuck strangers either, I bet, but that’s going to change pretty soon.”

Cue: beautiful eyes going wide. Cue: mock appall.

“You haven’t even asked my name and you think I’m going to fuck you?”

“Nah, I didn’t say that. I said, I’m going to make a bet with you.”

I watch her tease the straw in and out of her glass. It doesn’t matter what her name is. I’m not the kind of person who falls into the trap of steady relationships and loving companionship. I’m not looking for a wife, and I know she’s not looking for anything serious either. There is nothing good that comes of it, and based on what I’ve seen tonight, she ought to know that already.

“Lola.”

“I bet you have the best sex of your life within the next hour, Lola.”

Lola rolls her eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”

“When these drinks are finished, you are going to come back to my hotel room and I’ll show you what Tyson should have been doing to you already.”

Lola shakes her head. She stutters a nervous laugh. “Your hotel room? Classy.”

“Tell me that when you see it.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you. I’m going to finish my drink and then I’m going to go home, while you try your little pick me up line with someone else.”

I pause theatrically while I take a swig of my drink. I give Lola long enough to leave if she wants to, but she doesn’t because we both know already that she won’t.

“There are three reasons why you are going to come with me. One, this is an opportunity to do something you will never get the chance to do again, two, if you don’t come with me, you will spend the rest of your life regretting it and three, you have absolutely nothing to lose.”

Lola shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other. She looks to the side and then back to me, her lower lip caught in her bottom teeth, her hand across her hip opening her body up. Now she’s thrusting her tits towards me, her back arched up straight to display them. It’s a mating sign.

“One drink?” she says slowly, the words flowing from her lips like melted chocolate.

“One night”, I say. “What have you go to lose?”

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Lola

T
his is insane.

Ok, so alpha male assholes are like my kryptonite. They make my pussy throb and my knees weak, but that doesn’t mean I have to go home with every single one of them that makes a pass at me. I already made that mistake with Tyson, and look how that’s turned out.

I mean, this is stupid, right? He literally could be anyone. I don’t even know his name, and I’m still going with him. I’m still letting him usher me into a taxi, to an unknown destination in the middle of the night, and I’m not even drunk.

This is exactly what everyone tells you never to do. Yet I’m doing it, and it feels more liberating than anything else I’ve ever done in my life. Tyson will freak when he finds out, but as far as I’m concerned, Tyson has lost his chance completely. This is exactly what I need to move on. One night with a stranger I will never see again. I’m twenty one years old, my mother is getting married for the third time tomorrow, my life is about to begin again for real, and I hardly ever let my hair down. I mean, I have never ever done anything like this before.

Whoever this guy is, he’s cocky, he’s controlling, he knows what he wants and how to get it and he’s built like a God.

I’ve known him less than an hour, but so what? People make quick decisions all of the time and sometimes it’s the snap choices that turn out for the best.

I don’t mind admitting it. I want him to fuck me. I deserve that. I want him to give me the best sex of my life and then disappear again, because like that, the perfection can never become tainted.

“I’m not a slut.”

“Just because you have a one night stand, it doesn’t make you a slut.”

The hotel room is just that, a basic hotel room. A bed with a thin mattress, a window that looks out over a part of town that I’ve never been to before, a generic print hanging on the wall.

He sits down on the bed and watches me look around. I’m nervous. We haven’t even kissed yet, but something about that excites me, like waiting for it to begin is part of the foreplay. I feel naughty, and because of that, I want him to treat me like I have been. My mind is filled with raunchy images I can’t push away. Things I rarely do in my normal sex life but have always fantasized about experimenting with. Spanking, hard anal sex, mouth fucking. I drop my bag purposefully to the floor. My pussy is aching to be touched.

“Are you going to tell me your name?”

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Max

I
’ve fucked plenty of girls before, but not many as delightful as this one. She’s making my dick twitch so much if I don’t pull it out soon it’s going to rip right through my jeans. Half of it is because she’s just plain gorgeous, the other half because this isn’t the kind of thing she usually does. I bet she’s only ever fucked one guy before, and by the looks of him, he was a missionary position two pumps and a squirt kind of man. I bet she hasn’t even had an orgasm she’s not given herself before.

“What do I get if I win?”

Coy. Very coy. It’s a bet I can’t lose, but I can’t help but admire her enthusiasm.

“Nothing.”

Lola bites her lip again. She puts one foot against the other in a pose that drives me crazy, looks to the wall and then back to me.

“You said an hour, right?”

I nod.

“Then I guess you win.”

And there it is. Nowhere near a record, but a decent time nonetheless. Forty seven minutes, a time that includes a taxi ride, a walk and a drink. I’m unstoppable.

Lola begins to unbutton her dress. One button for every step towards me.

“This better be good.”

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Lola

M
y pussy is wet before he’s even touching it. I can’t remember the last time I felt so turned on, and I’m trying not to show it because the last thing he needs is a boost to his already inflated ego, but in his hands it’s proving pretty difficult.

Some people are good at sports, while others are good at art. This one could be the king of fucking.

I let him push the dress off my shoulders before it’s even fully undone and then step out of it when it hits the floor. I’m eager to have him inside me, but I want him to build me up to it too. I just don’t know how much longer I can resist him.

Max smooths his hand across my belly and it makes my skin fizz with desire. He cups my ass gently, pulls me into him so I’m kind of trapped between his legs and kisses his way up to my tits. My bra is open with a deft flick of his fingers and a moment later I’m watching my nipples pop in and out of his mouth, glistening with his saliva. I’m erect and sensitive, and each time he draws me across the edge of his teeth I feel a tingle of pleasure run the length of my spine.

He repositions me again, pushes my legs apart with the outside of his knee, draws his fingers up my inner thigh and places them carefully on the underside of my panties, a thin piece of fabric keeping them from my hole.

I don’t want to moan, but I can’t help it. When he traces the line of my slit, my left knee buckles and I have to steady myself by grabbing on to his shoulders.

This is incredible. He’s hardly started touching me, and I can already feel an orgasm begin to bubble inside me. God knows what will happen when he fucks me for real.

With his eyes locked on mine, he expertly finds my clitoris, pushing the fabric of my panties along my slit. There, he goes back to sucking and biting my nipples, fending off my attempts to defend myself, while he rubs my clit in gentle, circular motions.

I’ve wanted his cock inside me for a while, but with a sensation as good as this, I can definitely afford to wait a little bit longer.

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Max

S
he looks even better with her clothes off. I love sensitive chicks, and this girl is definitely one of them. She looks after herself by the looks of it too. Nice, well toned belly, good skin, sensitive, responsive nipples and a meaty pussy I can just about make out the form of through slightly see-through panties. This is a girl that dressed to fuck tonight, she’s just fucking someone other than the person she thought she would be. That’s his loss and my gain. Any hole is a goal for me, but sometimes you find a hole worth much more than the rest. This girl is one of them.

I’ve never had a problem pleasing girls. Some men agonize over it, but all it comes down to is technique. Some things turn all girls on and then some girls have specific things that make them blow. The back of the neck, the inside of the wrist, the belly button. All of those can be G spots if you touch them in the right way. You’ve just got to work out what those things are for each individual girl and make sure you give them enough of it you leave them wanting more. Aching and begging for more.

Sometimes it takes a near inhuman amount of restraint on my part too. My cock is literally begging to be seen to right now, but I can’t just pull it out, fuck her deeply and then roll over to sleep. I mean, I could, and she’d enjoy it of course, but it wouldn’t be the best either of us have ever had. If I’ve only got one night with her, I’m going to make sure she remembers it for the rest of her life. I’m going to give her orgasms that make her whole body shudder like an earthquake is ripping through her skin. I don’t think I’m far off either. Her pussy is already so wet it’s making her panties look like they’ve just come out of the wash. If the way she’s breathing is anything to go by, she’ll be coming hard before I’ve even had the pleasure of touching her pussy for real.

I want that, but I don’t want to give it all to her too soon. I don’t want her to come and leave me dry. That’s happened more often than I’d like to admit.

I push her panties apart and spread her pussy lips with my fingers in a V shape, just so I can see how hard and erect her clitoris is. I love the look of it caught behind the thin, netted, see-through fabric, and just before I pull my fingers away completely, I press my lips hard enough against it I can feel it tickling my skin, cover it in warm air and watch her shudder with delight.

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Lola

“T
ake them off”, I demand. The suspense is killing me and I just can’t wait any longer. I need his fingers directly on my clit, or his tongue even better. Fuck it, I need that huge dick I can see fighting to get out of his pants hitting me so hard it makes me scream.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

I’m a slut. I’m a dirty, different man a night kind of girl. The kind of girl who lets strange men pick them up and take them to hotel rooms. The kind who likes to suck cock.

We’re on the bed now, my panties pulled down to my ankles and kicked deftly to the side, and I’m fighting him out of his clothes.

He’s all toned muscles and perfect skin and even though I’m eager to savor every last minute of it, I can’t hold myself back. I almost rip his T-shirt tearing it off him and then fumble awkwardly with the buttons on his pants to reveal his throbbing manhood.

He must love this. Girls like me throwing myself at his feet. Literally fighting against temptation to fuck him.

I’ve got half a mind to stir him up and then step out of the door just to show him who’s really in control, but if I was going to do that, maybe I shouldn’t have taken it out at all. I should have teased him through his boxers like he did to me, pushed him to the edge and left him hanging. Who am I kidding? When have I ever been able to resist anything?

His thick dick is beaded at the tip with pre-cum and it makes me moan hard.

I pull his length into my mouth while he twists my hair around his wrist and tugs at the back of my neck. His huge, fat crown just about fits in. I flatten my tongue against it and trap it against my palate, and then I purse my lips together and invite him to mouth fuck me.

His ass goes tense in my hands while I rake the head of his cock over my teeth. One hand on the base of his shaft now, the other flattened across his six pack. My back arched, my legs crossed, my pussy aching. Dirty, deep, slow, fuck-me-hard thrusts. His cock huge in my mouth.

You like that, don’t you?

Max pulls me onto the bed. He practically lifts me up and throws me there with one hand like he’s rearranging the cushions on a sofa. It was never like this with Tyson. Sex with him was always so fucking dull. I hardly ever came unless I touched myself while he was screwing me, and for the size of that mouth, he really did have a pencil dick.