PRINCE CHARMING: A Secret Baby Stepbrother Romance (28 page)

“I feel you,” he said, and for a moment, we were just two humans sharing a vulnerable moment with each other.

I turned my head to face him, and he was gazing at me, serious again, his face hungry and hard. The kind of face I’ve only seen when making out with guys—the kind of sexual energy I saw on television shows.

He kissed me gently, and I kissed him back, enjoying the feeling of his hot, rough lips. He was endearingly gentle at first, but then his kisses became harder and more wanton. I gasped as he kissed my neck, having never felt that kind of intense sensation before. I was soaking wet, wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

“Did you like what you saw in the bathroom last night?” he breathed into my ear. His deep voice tickled every single inch of me—my brain, my heart.

“Yes,” I gasped breathily. “I did, you’re… really hot.” I could feel myself blushing.

He chuckled quietly and pushed me down until he was straddling me. I ran my hands through his thick brown hair and shivered with desire. I wanted him to fill me like I’d never been filled. He continued to kiss me, and I could feel the hard length of him pushing against my leg. I moaned, urging him closer by grabbing his hips and drawing them closer to mine.

“Has anyone ever eaten you out before?” he asked.

“No.” I shook my head. “No one ever has.”

“Have you ever…” he began.

“No, I’m a virgin.” He sat up and sighed, looking serious again. “What?” I asked nervously.

“I mean, I kinda figured you were. You didn’t seem experienced. Are you sure you want this? I mean, are you sure you’re ready?”

I nearly had him figured out. Beneath his had boy exterior, he had a soft and caring side. I took his hand gently and said, “I was planning on losing my virginity this summer, and I honestly have never felt this physically attracted to anyone. I really want this.”

He looked deep into my eyes. “Really?’

“Yes, I really
want this,” I said, almost begging. No one had ever reduced me to this state of desire before. I needed him now.

His eyes darkened, and his bad boy smirk was back. “All right.”

He pushed me down again, nearly knocking the wind out of me. He tore my boy shorts off to reveal my bathing suit, and he groaned in appreciation. I took my tank top off, revealing the upper part of my bathing suit, my nipples poking at the thin fabric, begging for release.

He began kissing my stomach, and then he took one of my hard nipples into his mouth. It was one of the most splendid sensations; the heat of his mouth seemed to travel down to my crotch. I sighed and willed him to keep sucking. His kisses trailed down until he was between my thighs, which were wet with my juices.

His hot tongue slowly licked up and down my clit, and I could feel his tantalizing warmth over my bathing suit. He moved the garment gently to the side and circled my clit with his tongue. I jumped at the sensation, but he chuckled and urged my hips down. He grasped both of them as he continued to lick me, and my eyes welled with tears of pleasure.

“Oh, gosh,” I moaned. “That feels so good,” I said through my shaking breath.

He didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted this to last forever. He continued to work my clit masterfully, lapping up my pussy juices as he did so. He used his tongue to circle my opening, and it felt so good that I was almost able to escape the grasp he had on my hips, but he held me still.

It felt different when someone else was stimulating my clit. At first, it was too sensitive, almost painful. Then the pleasure began to consume me, incredible and definitely a new sensation altogether. No wonder women raved about the greatness of oral sex. It was indescribable.

His mouth continued to work me until I felt an orgasm building. I nearly lost my composure. As I had always pleasured myself, I knew when the orgasm was coming. This one snuck up on me. Just when I was about to come, he stopped and rested his head between my legs, laughing.

“Ugh!” I cried, frustrated. “Why did you stop?”

“You’ll see.” He and nibbled my thigh gently.

He licked my clit again, and it felt even better because I was even more sensitive than before. A minute went by until the orgasm began again. I shook my head back and forth and closed my eyes as his tongue moved steadily up and down my clit.

“I’m gonna—” I gasped. “I’m gonna come!”

He moved his mouth up and down faster and gently circled my opening with his finger. I started to come, hard, and it was even stronger because of the buildup of desire that had overtaken me. I shook and moaned, nearly screaming. His eyes never left mine as I came. I pushed his head down, and as the orgasm ended, he began lapping up my juices and kissing my thighs. I was ready now. I wanted him more than ever.

He ripped off his shirt and his swimming trunks to reveal his giant, erect cock. I’d seen porn before, and he definitely compared to the guys who starred in the movies. He kissed me and rubbed his cock against the wetness of my clit, lubricating himself.

“Ready?” he breathed.

“Yes, please!” I replied.

He rubbed himself over me again and again, making me writhe with desire. Finally, he pushed in gently, and I gasped, holding onto his muscular arm, bracing myself. He entered me, the full length of him. It only hurt for a moment, and I cried out against his arm, tears streaming down my face.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, gasping.

“No. Keep…keep going,” I urged. The pain was starting to become lost in the pleasure.

“You’re so fucking tight”—he groaned—“and you feel so damn good.”

I’d never seen a man like this. For a moment, he looked paralyzed by pleasure, totally weak to the power of my body and the pleasure it provided him. I now understood why people would do nearly anything for sex: it was the most incredible sensation on earth.

He entered me again, again with his whole length. He grasped my hands as he pumped in and out of me. Pleasure stemmed from my pussy, which clenched tightly around him, and went all the way to my toes, which curled in pleasure.

“Please, gently,” I said.

He exhaled sharply and nodded, our bodies moving rhythmically. I could feel my wetness dripping off his balls as he filled me gently, again and again.

“That feels so amazing,” I said, barely able to breathe through the waves of desire consuming me. My statement encouraged him, and he pushed harder.

“Please. Go harder,” I cried. I began to feel a sensation I had never felt before, something building up from deep inside my pussy—a sharp and intensely pleasurable feeling, almost like I had to pee.

“I think I have to pee,” I said, shocked by the sensation.

He laughed, sweat dripping down his forehead. “That’s not pee. That means you’re about to squirt.”

“Squirt? Like in porn?” I gasped.

“Yes! Exactly like porn!” Ash said. “Just let go. When it happens, let go.”

The pit of pleasure continued to build until I let it out, let it go. I marveled as a clear stream of fluid spurted out of me in between the tremors of my orgasm. I saw white as the orgasm intensified, and he pounded me harder. I felt another orgasm coming, and the pleasure was so intense I nearly passed out.

“It’s happening again!”

“Good.” He fucked me harder, and I felt the pit inside of me explode again. My body quaked with another orgasm. I clawed at his arm, and he looked down at me with delight. I was so weak from orgasm I could no longer move. I was totally his, and I loved every damn minute of it.

“Ash!” I moaned. “Ash, it feels…so good.”

“It’s sex. It’s supposed to,” he joked. His face became harder and more serious. I felt him filling me. His cock swelled within me. I squeezed him lovingly with my muscles, and he moaned in appreciation.

“You’re…you’re getting so big. You can barely fit.”

“That’s what happens when a dude is about to bust…a nut.” He pushed harder and harder, grunting. I wanted him to come. I wanted to see him lose it. I pushed his hips closer to me, and I looked him in the eyes.

“I want you…to come,” I said shyly.

He kissed me deeply and whispered in my ear. “I’m going to come all over your stomach,” he said.

“Okay!” I said, excited. I hadn’t a clue what cum looked like. I wondered what it would feel like. He fucked me deeper, hitting that sweet spot again, closing his eyes and nearly losing it.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasped, and he pulled out of me.

Without even really knowing what I was doing, I got on my knees and put his cock in my mouth, jerking him. He looked down at me, surprised. I had a primal urge to ingest his seed. I wanted his seed to fill me. He began to come, spurts of white, salty, sticky fluid covering my lips and filling my cheeks. I sucked harder, and he shuddered, gently urging himself away.

“It’s really sensitive after I come,” he said.

“Oh, sorry,” I said, cum spilling out of my mouth. I tried to swallow it, but some dribbled down my chin.

He collapsed next to me. I wiped my mouth and lay beside him, hearing the massive crash of the waves. “That was….amazing. You were amazing. I mean, you are amazing,” he said. “How was your first time?”

I could see his vulnerability again. “Incredible!” I exclaimed. “It was amazing, really. I don’t know why I haven’t done it sooner!”

He breathed deeply, and I felt comforted by the rise and fall of his chest. We fell asleep together.

Zzzzzzz.

Zzzzzzz.

Zzzzzzz!

“Huh?” I muttered. I was awake, and my phone was going off.
Shit.
“Hi, Mom,” I said, trying to keep my tone even. I’d just lost my virginity, such a big deal, but I had to act normal.

“We’re home with the food. You guys come on back,” she said, cheerfully oblivious.

I wanted more than anything to share this amazing moment with her, but I couldn’t tell her because then she’d know that I just fucked my future stepbrother. My voice lowered with shame. “Okay. We’ll be there.”

I hung up. Ash was rubbing his eyes. He looked peaceful, happy. The pleasure was gone, and the horror and confusion of what we’d just done overwhelmed me. I stood up, throwing on my tank top and boy shorts. I grabbed my flip flips, ready to make a run for it with my bare feet in the sand.

“You okay?” he asked, concerned.

“No,” I replied. “This is wrong. We shouldn’t have done that.” My voice raised a few pitches.

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re going to basically be my brother, for fuck’s sake. And we just
fucked.”

He stood up to match me, and I wanted so badly to hug him. He was the one person on this earth right now I wanted to comfort me, but he couldn’t because he was the source of my problems. What an awkward place to be in!

I wrenched myself away from him and began to run. I wanted to run far away until I was by myself on an island because the truth was, any man I grew to love would never work out. My father hadn’t worked out—he wouldn’t work out, either. No one would ever work out because I was destined to be alone.

I got back to the house and couldn’t make eye contact with Gary or my mom. “I’m not feeling well. Could you save me a sandwich for later?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” my mother asked.

“Like I said, not feeling well.” I turned on my heel and left them.

“We’ll save you a sandwich then,” Gary called after me. I didn’t reply. I was too mortified.

I debated about telling my mom what had happened but decided against it because if I told her, that would mean they might not get married. Maybe this could be okay if Ash and I kept it a secret.

It wasn’t an hour before my mother came up the stairs. Her face was tanned from the day, and she sat next to me on my bed. “We had something to tell you both, but you weren’t downstairs, so we couldn’t.”

“I have something to tell you, too,” I said.

“Gary and I…We were so lost in the moment today and, well, we got married.”

I nearly fell over. “What?!” I gasped.

“Don’t worry! We’re still having the standard reception in a couple of months, but we just had to make it official,” Mom said dreamily. “Now, what is it that you had to tell me?”

“I...” I began, faltering. “I just miss home a lot, that’s all.”

“Oh, honey…” She gave me a hug, and I looked over her shoulder, blank and expressionless. The door to Ashton’s room was closed. The damage had already been done.

My mom left, and I texted him.

Amy:
What happened was fucked up. We can’t do that anymore.

Ashton:
I know. It was. But we couldn’t help it. We just wanted each other so much.

Amy:
We should have resisted.

Ashton:
If you think about it, though, it makes sense. We have the same genetics as our parents, who are also fucking.

Amy:
That isn’t helping. What would help, though, is for you to find other girls.

Ashton:
But you don’t get it. I don’t just want to fuck you. I kinda like you.