Step Wilde: A Stepbrother Romance (23 page)

When I finished, she sat, resting on her heels, her hands placed coyly on her own tits. "Go clean up," she said. "And come back. I'm not done with you." She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You promised Gina we'd be screaming through the walls. We can't let her down, can we?"

I nearly ran to the bathroom.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

OLIVIA

I was taking my spontaneity assignment to its fullest extremes.

When Wilder returned, his dick hardening once more at the sight of me, I smiled.

"On the bed," I instructed, waiting for him to lay down again.

Then I crawled over so my pussy was in his face, sitting my ass down on his perfect, muscular chest covered in tattoos. His eyes widened and he grabbed my thighs to pull me closer to his mouth. He licked me there, his hot, wet tongue sliding up and down my slit.

I gasped and grabbed onto the bed posts. The harder I bucked the more he licked me, swirling and turning his tongue in all directions, purposely avoiding my clit.

I had thought I was in control, but I was incorrect.

"Please," I gasped. "Finish me off."

Wilder took his hands and spread my lips apart, flicking his tongue back and forth. My vision was blurring and I felt like screaming. Then I pulled myself away from him, turning around on all fours and grabbing another condom out of the open drawer. I put a fresh condom on and mounted him in reverse.

"Fuck, Liv," he said, grabbing my ass and slapping it.

I screamed as I slid myself onto him, his thickness pressing at me and threatening to tear me apart. It hurt so much, but the pain seemed to add to my pleasure. I moved my body up and down on him as he pushed harder and harder into me, bouncing my ass off of his stomach.

"You're going to fucking kill me, you know that?" Wilder panted.

I turned my head to see his face, which looked like he was in agony.

"That's the goal," I replied, instantly slowing down to tease him.

I was going to continue that course of action until he broken underneath me. But then Wilder sat up, pulling me off of him and throwing me onto the bed.

"Get on all fours," he commanded me. I felt myself get even wetter than I already was at his words. "Turn around." As I did that, he grabbed my waist and pulled me easily over to the edge of the bed. I felt his cock on my ass and shivered with pleasure.

He took himself in one hand, using the other to reach out and grab my breast. He flicked his finger over it, which sent electric shock waves of pleasure over my body. Then he stroked his wet dick between my cheeks, drawing a line down my slit and teasing his cock around my asshole. I gasped as he pushed into it slightly, then pulled it away.

He got on his knees and spread my ass apart with his hands, tracing his tongue from my pussy up to my hole, teasing his tongue in places I'd never been touched before. I let out a high-pitched scream.

Wilder whispered in my ear. "Is this your first time?"

"Just fuck me, Wilder," I groaned back. "Please."

His tip stretched me gently, and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as he slowly worked his way inside of me. The pleasure of it seemed too good to be allowed.

It all felt forbidden and dirty, and the thought of being fucked by him, the guy I'd been hung up on for years, the guy that nearly every woman in the Western world wanted to have inside of her, even if secretly, even if only for one night, pushed me over the edge.

I felt like I was falling. I screamed as the world exploded around me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

WILDER

We went three more rounds before the sun came up.

I figured odds were better than good that we'd woken up Gina and Richard at least once in the middle of the night. I was awake before Olivia, and I watched her sleeping. Her hair was in knots around her face, and a thin line of drool fell down her cheeks and onto her pillow.

That's the part in movies they never show, but I wish they did. To me, it’s the best.

Well.

Second best. Being balls-deep inside of a sexy woman was the best part. Come to think of it, they don't show that part in movies either; not the ones I starred in.

I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was ten in the morning. I tried not to think of the fact that this time tomorrow we would have been on set for six hours already. One day at a time.

Olivia moved slightly as if she were waking up. Her eyes fluttered and she saw me looking at her.

"Morning, gorgeous," I whispered.

She groaned and rubbed her eyes. "Don't call me that. I feel like you call every single girl you wake up next to that."

"Doesn't take long for you to be kicking my ass, does it?" I replied, sitting upright.

"It's my default mode, Wilder," she said, her voice husky from a combination of just waking up and a night of screaming at the top of her lungs as I took her from behind for the third time.

My dick tingled at the memory. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked to the bathroom. This was the best morning view I could possibly think of having.

I walked over to the long, thin table positioned directly across from the bed and filled up two water glasses from the pitcher. Next to it was a blue ceramic vase filled with fresh sunflowers.

It struck me as odd that a place as decrepit as this would be able to keep up with fresh flowers in a room, but I brushed the thought aside as I drank thirstily. It was probably put there by whoever Harrison had sent. I heard the shower tap turn on and the curtain rings move across the rod.

"Want me to join you?" I asked a moment later from the bathroom door.

Olivia was already inside. She moved the curtain and peeked her head around the heavy white fabric. Her hair was dripping wet.

"If anything, I could get all of that conditioner applied for you. Your hair is a fucking mess, Liv."

She smiled and nodded. "If you insist, Wilder."

I hopped in at once and grabbed the large bottle of conditioner that Harrison had sent ahead using all of his assistant magic. I squirted out a handful of creamy, pale purple conditioner and massaged it over Olivia's head.

She leaned back into me while I rubbed my hands across her head. I dug my fingers into her scalp, and she moaned beneath my fingers.

"God, that feels so good." The sound of her moaning was enough to make my cock wake up again. I reached down and rubbed my conditioner-lubed hands over her perfect tits.

She didn't tell me to stop. Instead she turned around and kissed me passionately, putting her wet body up against mine and shoving her tongue practically down my throat. I picked her up by her thighs and pushed her against the wall, the shower curtain sticking to her bare back.

She dug her fingernails into me and I massaged her ass with both hands, the water hitting my face. I didn't care. I wanted to devour her until there was nothing left. I wanted to fuck her until we both couldn't stand. I wanted to-

"Good morning, dearies!"

Olivia pulled away from my face with a popping sound, looking horrified.

"Uh, Gina?" I called out from the shower. A moment later I didn't need to wonder if it was her, because her wrinkled hand ripped the shower curtain aside.

"Oh, bless you two," she said kindly, smiling. "Believe me, if I could manage it, I'd be in that position with Richard as often as possible."

I was still holding onto Olivia, her arms wrapped around me. I could feel her skin burning with embarrassment. Even though I was routinely naked around perfect strangers and coworkers; I found myself blushing.

Gina pointed over at the bathroom counter where she'd put a tray containing orange juice and toast slices slathered in butter. A few brown boiled eggs sat in a small white, ceramic bowl.

"Breakfast, since I figured you two wouldn't be leaving the room any time soon. Sounded like you had fun last night,” she said pointedly.

"Thanks, Gina," Olivia said, speaking for the first time in this entire exchange. I could hear that her voice was on the verge of either pleading or laughter. I hoped it was a combination of both.

"Well, I'll leave you to it," Gina said to both us, turning and waving her hand. "Our hot water tank is on the fritz, so I'd hurry and wash out that conditioner, dear."

Then she snapped the bathroom door shut just as the hot water ran out.

Olivia shrieked as the icy blast hit both of us.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

OLIVIA

The rest of the day was a blur of sheets and sex and Wilder occasionally running downstairs to refill the water pitcher and grab some of the freshly-baked scones whose scent was wafting upstairs and into our room.

"If Gina knocks for dinner, tell her I can't move my legs to go downstairs," I said to Wilder, flat on my back, legs spread, as he kissed my breasts softly.

"I already told her we'd be staying in tonight," Wilder whispered against my skin.

I stretched my arms above my head and yawned. "It's nice being someplace they can't find us," I whispered to him, not even thinking about what I was saying.

Wilder pulled away and laid down next to me. He had a soft smile on his face. I took my fingers and traced them over the tattoos on his arm.

"It's a weird feeling, I know. You don't ever entirely get used to it. But after a few days you'll be begging for someone to take your photo again. Trust me. Relevance is everything in this business."

I blinked slowly. "You enjoy it? The attention?"

Wilder ran his hand softly over my belly. "Kind of. I hate the endless onslaught of photographers and questions. But it's business, Liv. It's all about feeding myself."

I laughed at that choice of words. "Feeding yourself? You must be able to eat Ramen noodles for the next five thousand years with the money you've made. You could quit tomorrow if you wanted to."

Wilder shrugged. "It doesn’t go as far as you think."

I raised my eyebrows and scowled in disapproval. "Not the poor little rich boy act."

Wilder held his hand up in defense. "I'm not saying I don't have plenty. I do. It’s just that a little goes to agents and a little goes to PR and a lot goes to taxes and various...hangers on. It's not as much as you think."

"Well, I'm sure I'm getting paid a tenth of what you are on this film, and I'll easily be able to live for the next three years on it."

"Will you?" Wilder asked.

I shrugged. "What do you mean?"

"Will you live off of that money for the next three years? I mean; you
will
have some opportunities after this. I've been sitting in on the dailies and you've got something Liv."

"You sound surprised," I replied, rolling onto my belly.

"Do I? I'm not. I mean...I knew what you could do back in college."

I lifted myself up onto my elbows. "Ah. And now we've come to that. You mean when you humiliated me in front of an auditorium of my peers?" I was trying to sound light hearted.

Wilder's face went dark and he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. "I was hoping you'd forgotten that."

"Not that easily forgettable," I confessed. "You really pissed me off. I actually came to one of the performances. That sorority girl you chose over me was terrible. You guys had all the chemistry of two raw potatoes sitting on a cold marble countertop."

Wilder laughed. "She was a terrible kisser too, honestly. God, Diane was so pissed at me for that. I think she intentionally sabotaged my first audition in Los Angeles. I can't prove it, though."

I stared at my fingernails. They were still perfectly manicured courtesy of the on-set aesthetician. It was a look that I wasn't used to. Normally I smeared nail polish all over my nail and cuticles, then got in the shower and peeled off the extra from my skin.

"Why did you not want me to have the role?"

Wilder was silent. "I don't remember," he said after a few moments.

"You don't remember?” I laughed in his face. He looked guilty. “You're a terrible liar, Wilder." I put my hand on his chest to show him that I was trying to take this in a lighthearted way.

"Okay, I fucking remember. But it doesn't paint me in the most flattering light, to be honest."

I laughed. "Like I had a flattering portrait of college senior-aged Nick Wilder bouncing around in my mind. You were a dick. No changing that now."

Wilder exhaled. It seemed like it was taking a lot for him to be honest. "You left me that night. Onstage. You said that the sex was a one-time thing. I wasn't used to that, honestly. It... pissed me off. I'm not proud of it."

"Not proud of such a possessive display of toxic masculinity?"

Wilder sat upright and took both of my hands in his. "I knew I couldn't do that role with you for three weeks and not want to be with you again, and knowing that it was just a throwaway night for you bothered the shit out of me. Because...it wasn't like that for me."

I wanted that to be true. But my heart wouldn’t let me believe it. I couldn’t decide between crying or laughing, so I settled somewhere in between: laughing uncomfortably.

"Give me a break, Wilder," I said, pulling my hands out of his grasp. "I was probably the tenth girl you'd been with
that week
, but
me
walking away from
you
was the real problem?" I stood up.

"Yeah, well, you had an effect on me that I hadn't anticipated."

I held my hands up in the air. "So you took that out by robbing me of an opportunity to act with you? Asshole," I replied, walking to the bathroom.

"It was seven years ago, Liv," he called after me. "I've changed since then. Or at least I like to think I have."

I laughed from the bathroom. I turned the tap on and splashed my face.

“Have you even bothered to call Hailey?” I called back to him.

I heard the mattress creak from the bedroom. Wilder must have sat up.

“About what?” he retorted.

I dried my face off and walked to the door. He looked incredible with the sheets wrapped around him, his muscular chest enhanced by a beam of sunlight coming through the window.  I shook my head, trying to focus again.