Swagger: A Stepbrother Romance (9 page)

The ‘script’ completely forgotten now, I gently pushed her forward so she was positioned doggy-style in front of me. I licked and kissed my way down her lower back. Grasping the waistband of her panties I quickly pulled them over her round, firm ass and down her thighs.

"I'm supposed to suck your cock now," she whispered.

"Not anymore," I whispered back, pulling my boxer shorts down and freeing my swollen cock. As much as I wanted to have her lips wrapped around me, her ass was too enticing. Reaching between her legs, I ran a couple of fingers along her juicy slit. She was always so fucking wet, it drove me fucking insane. Dammit, I loved it!

Parting her ass cheeks, I moistened her ass up with her own juices. She gasped, but didn't pull away; instead she lowered herself onto her elbows giving me a better view of her ass and pussy.

I pumped a couple of fingers into her pussy, while testing the entrance of her ass with the index finger of my other hand. She moaned louder, her pussy rocking against my hand as I fucked her with my fingers, stroking her inner wall.

"Fuck me, Zach, please!" she cried out.

I grinned, lowering my mouth to her ass and rimming the tight muscle with my tongue. "No names," I teased in a hoarse whisper, then pulled my fingers out of her core and licked the length of her, my tongue disappearing between her folds.

"Oh God, Zach, please! Just fuck me."

My cock and balls were so tight they ached. I vaguely recalled I was supposed to prolong the foreplay, but that didn't concern me at the moment. Taking my cock in my hand, I ran it back and forth from her clit to her ass. She bucked wildly against me, urging me to thrust it deep inside.

"Such a tight little pussy. Damn, I love fucking it." The head of my cock poked at her tight entrance, disappearing into her a fraction of an inch then pulling out.

Tia fisted the comforter, her body vibrating from the need rushing through her. "Don't tease, I need it!"

I poked the head of my cock into her again while inserting my index finger into her ass to the first knuckle. "Which one do you need, Tia," I taunted, both moving inside her in slow, teasing motions.

"Both, I want you filling them both!" she hissed through clenched teeth, her knuckles visibly white from clutching at the comforter.

I loved that answer.

I grunted as I rammed my cock balls-deep into her pussy. As my cock invaded her pussy, I drove a finger, to the second knuckle, in her virgin ass. She bucked and moaned, loudly and violently against me, her already-tight pussy tightening even more around my cock.

Grabbing her hips with my free hand I began to thrust into her, as my finger pumped her ass. She met each of my thrusts with her own. I wanted to make it last, but her enthusiasm for my cock and how wild she was, bucking under me, was quickly bringing me to the edge.

"Oh fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Tia screamed out, so loudly that I wouldn't have been surprised if the neighbours heard and came running over. Her body trembled under me. "So close, Zach!"

Despite her protest I removed my finger from her ass so I could grip her hips with both hands. My thrusts became faster, harder, fucking her roughly and without mercy. The tip of my cock rubbing the inner wall of her pussy brought her to an explosive orgasm, her juices flooding my cock, and dripping out of her ripe pussy.

"Oh sweet fuck, Tia," I groaned. I was nearing the finish line, only moments away. Her orgasm took some of her enthusiasm with it, but it didn't matter, I was relentless and so close. Seconds away. My cock slid in and out of her tight hole. Fuck, I loved watching my cock disappear deep into her. My balls slapped her wet pussy and clit as I took my final few thrusts into her and then grunted loudly as I released deep inside her. I gave her several light thrusts, ensuring every drop of my cum was planted deep inside.

Sweaty and panting, I grabbed her around the waist and tugged her up against my chest, my depleted cock still buried within her. My hands covered her breasts, kneading the soft mounds. I kissed my way up her neck from her shoulder. My teeth tugged at her earlobe and she whimpered in response.

"I love you, Tia," I whispered, suddenly aware that we were still live and on cam for the world to see.

She partly sighed - partly moaned. "Love you too, Zach," she managed to get out before my lips claimed hers in a deep, passionate kiss. She pulled away and glanced over at the open computer which stated that we currently had eighty online viewers, though the number was rapidly decreasing now that the ‘action’ was over. "Was that so bad," she teased wiggling against me, appearing to be getting turned on by the fact that so many people had watched.

I followed her gaze to the computer screen while slipping a hand between her legs and starting to stroke her clit. "Not as bad as I expected.”

“So does that mean…”

“I’d consider doing it again,” I whispered in her ear. “It it’s what you want and it’s just a temporary thing until you get enough money to make the Princeton thing work…

“Really?”

“Really.” I confirmed, “I think it's time to give the lucky viewers an encore."

She grinned as she whispered back, "Thank you."

There was no thanks necessary. For the first time in my life I was in love and it felt so damned good that I would support her regardless of how crazy her ideas may be. As for the viewers, they could eat their hearts out because the only man who will ever touch her would be me. She was mine and only mine.

The End

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Seeking Prince Charming

By

Terry Towers

Chapter 1

“I’m going to assume you’ve lost your mind. Are you really this desperate?” Abagail Carpenter asked her best friend Chloe who was showing her the dating profile of a man she was planning on meeting.

Chloe Bennett’s green eyes looked up from the profile she was looking at and shrugged, while pushing a lock of her black hair out of her eyes. “People go out on dates with people they meet on online dating sites all the time Abby.”

“Yeah, but you don’t know anything about this guy.” She motioned to the profile that was devoid of a picture or any type of physical description. “You don’t know his name, there’s no photo, you don’t even know what he looks like.”

“Looks aren’t the most important thing. We’ve talked…”

“You’ve texted back and forth and sent some emails,” Abby corrected. “You’ve heard of the term catfish, haven’t you? This guy or girl or whatever could be some pedophile. Or he could be looking to hook some foolish woman and robbing her of all her money.”

“I’m 19 so I think I might be a little bit old for a pedophile to be interested. And I’m a to-be college student so how much money could he really rob me of?”

“Or a rapist!” Abagail continued, not fazed by my rebuttal. “You could be setting yourself up to be raped!”

“Oh for the love of God Abby, stop being so melodramatic.” Chloe motioned towards the computer screen. “I feel like I know him, ya know? Besides, I’m meeting him at the coffee shop at the park.” A wide grin spread across her glossed lips. “We have it planned. We’re both going to wear red scarves. His idea. Isn’t that romantic?”

Abagail shook her head, her blonde ponytail whipping back and forth behind her head. “No, I
don’t
know what you mean. And no, It’s weird. I meet men the normal way and so could you if you’d just come out of your shell a little bit.”

I cocked a brow up at Abagail. “So you suggest I sneak into bars with you hoping to snag some jackass who’s only looking for a night of fun instead?” It was something Abagail was notorious for.

Abagail’s cheeks turned rosy. “That’s not the
only
way. Besides, in a couple months we’ll be college girls! Think of all the hot college men we can have our pick of.”

Chloe huffed. Abagail might be able to pick up guys face to face, but she wasn’t plagued with chronic shyness. While Abagail would go from guy to guy, dating the majority of the hot guys from their high school, Chloe played sidekick, sometimes dating the friend of the guy she was into. Usually that friend was also chronically shy and one thing Chloe had learned over the years was that two shy and introverted, teenaged strangers did
not
a fun night make.

Turning off the computer, Chloe pushed her computer chair back, nearly running over her friend’s bare toes in the process. “How about instead of being negative you help me pick out an outfit.” Standing, Chloe made her way over to her room with her roommate in tow and went directly to her small walk-in closet and opened it wide. “I have to look perfect.”

~*~*~*~

“She’s going to be a complete dogface, you realize that man?”
 
Corey Harrington stated from the sofa of their fraternities living room, before taking a drink from his can of beer. Normally their fraternity house would be buzzing with people, for some reason tonight was an exception. “Every person I’ve talked to who has gone on an internet date has said the same thing. They don’t look like their picture.”

Reed flopped himself into an armchair adjacent to his friend Corey, grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned on the large screen television mounted on the wall, flipping through the channels until he came to the football game. Satisfied with his channel selection he tossed the remote back onto the coffee table and grabbed a beer.

“That’s where I have you beat. There was no picture.” He sat back, taking a drink waiting for his friend’s reaction.
This outta be good
, he thought amused as his friend’s expression took on one of disbelief.

“Are you fucking with me? Out of all the girls who would love to go out with you, you’re going on a date with some chick you don’t even have a remote idea what she looks like. She’s going to be either
 
some wrinkled up cougar looking for a young piece of ass or a really, really big girl… Not that there’s anything wrong with that. They just aren’t my thing.”

Reed laughed. Corey was such a vain son-of-a-bitch.

“Come on man. We’re college guys on the lacrosse team. Ask out one of the cheerleaders. That red head is fucking wild in the sack from what I hear. And I noticed her eyeing you during the last game.”

“Maybe I’m looking for something a little more substantial that a quick lay? This chick seems to get me. And she’s going to our college for the winter semester. If this works out it’ll be great. Her and her roommate just moved her a couple of months ago and, get this, she’s from my hometown.” He shrugged. “Maybe I knew her. That would be cool. Even if it didn’t work out, we could at least catch up.”

“Well, if she was from your hometown then why didn’t you get her name? You could have at least googled her.”

“Because it’s against the rules of the site. The whole site is based around the fact that you are to get to know the person for who they are
before
you know what they look like. You know, see what’s inside before judging the outside.”

“Ya, but what if what’s inside is 300 pounds of fat?”

“You’re impossible, man.”

Corey looked at me, his expression grim. “No you’re insane. Don’t come complaining to me when Dogface starts stalking you.” He downed the remainder of his beer and grabbed a second from the coffee table, pulling open the tab.

Reed laughed. “You’re such a dick. No wonder you can’t keep a girlfriend.”

Corey snorted. “I don’t
want
a girlfriend. I’m not tying myself down until I’m old and flaccid.”

“No woman will want you once you’re old and flaccid.”

Corey shrugged. Losing interest in the conversation, he redirected his attention to the football game.

~*~*~*~

Oh-my-god, what if Abagail is right? What if this guy is some sort of perv or… Okay, no. I’m not going to think like this. It’s going to be alright.
 
Chloe looked at the coffee shop from the driver’s seat of her car. She was supposed to meet her mystery man at 1pm. She’d been sitting there for over a half of an hour watching for a single man to enter wearing a red scarf. With each minute that grew closer to the time they were to meet her nervousness increased.

What if he’s standing me up? Maybe he’s doing the same thing as I am, waiting to see the girl with the red scarf. If he doesn’t like what he sees he’ll just stand me up.
The thought didn’t help her nervousness, not one iota.

She looked down at her watch. It was currently 12:55pm. Chloe looked back up in time to see the back of a tall, lean, blonde-haired man, entering the coffee shop, the tail end of the red scarf he was wearing flying behind him. The coffee shop had tainted window so the patrons could see out, but you couldn’t see in. It wouldn’t be until she actually walked into the coffee shop that she’d get a full view of her date for the day.

With a sigh, Chloe slumped back into the car seat. She wasn’t stood up. But a new terror struck her, now that he was in the coffee shop he’d be able to watch every step she took until she got into the shop, scrutinizing every inch of her in her dark blue jeans and black turtle neck, and of course the red scarf.

You’re overthinking this. Just fucking do it
, she coached herself grabbing opening the car door and stepping out.
It’s a date. No big deal. Not even a date really, more like a meet and greet.

Squaring her shoulder, she kept her chin high attempting to display much more confidence than she felt as she strode across the parking lot and it the coffee shop front door. As soon as she opened the door, the aroma of coffee and pastries drifted to her nose, causing her stomach to grumble. Skipping breakfast hadn’t been a great idea, but she’d been too nervous to eat spending most of the morning ensuring every last detail of her appearance was perfection – from ensuring each strand of her long black hair shone, to scrutinizing her outfit making sure it emphasized her breasts, while taking focus off the areas of her body that could use some serious time in the gym.

Upon entering the coffee shop she stood at the entrance and scanned the dining area, spotting him immediately. His head was down and he was frantically texting a message into his phone, so her entire performance had been for nothing.

Taking a deep breath in. she slowly released it gathering the last bit of courage she had in her and walked over to the two person table at the far corner of the coffee shop. “Excuse me, are you Passionate Romeo?”

He laughed, tucking his phone away into the inner pocket of his grey wool jacket. “It didn’t sound so ridiculous when I picked it as a screen name, honest.” As he stood, his gaze slowly lifted from her feet, moving up her body and after what Chloe felt was an awkwardly long time, to finally meet her nervous stare.

They stared at one another for a minute. But it was Chloe who made the discovery before he did. “Reed? Ohmygod… Is that you?”

~*~*~*~

Reed was beyond shocked as he stared into the green eyes of the young woman who had once been his step-sister. Even after she made the connection and spoke his name, it still took a second to fully register.

“Chloe?” He chuckled and gave his head a little shake. He’d been jittery most of the morning, anxious to meet the mystery girl who had called herself ShyGirl19 and now that she was standing before him he realized just how silly it had been to be so worked up.

She shrugged, her cheeks growing warm and hesitation in her eyes. “Guilty. Small world, huh?” She’d been a shy kid growing up, apparently the past seven years hadn’t changed that.

“So does your former step-bro get a hug, or what?”

She laughed and stepped into him, slipping her arms around his neck and hugging tight to him. “This is unbelievable.”

“Very. I wish we’d stayed in touch.” Which was true, he’d wondered about her from time to time, but never went through the effort of hunting her up on Facebook or one of the other social networking sites, mostly due to the fact their parent’s divorce was extremely nasty and bitter. So he stayed out of touch, out of respect for his father and her mother. Just the mention of her mother’s name sent his father into an hour long rant listing all the faults of Susan.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, Reed pulled her a little tighter. Her perfume which smelt of roses tempted his nose, urging him to bury his face into her neck. As her soft, curvy
 
body rubbed against his, an all too familiar stirring began in his jeans. A part of him felt that on some level this was wrong, but rationally he knew that was nonsense. In fact, the part of him that felt it was wrong fuelled the desire he was feeling, that little hint of it may be inappropriate made her all the more appealing. When his eyes took in the curve of her hips and the way her sweater stretched across her breasts, he’d been immediately turned on. It wasn’t until the realization of who she was that it got weird.

Scared she might feel the rapidly growing erection forming in his pants, he stepped back, holding her at arm’s length, to get one more look at the fully grown Chloe Bennett. “You look…”

Shit, is there a way to tell her she looks fucking hot without it being weird?
His brow creased as he considered it.

“What?” Her smile widened, as she looked up at him.

“Huh?”

“You’re getting that look that you used to get when you were kids when you were deciding on whether you should do something or not.”

“Yeah, I – I was about to say you look…” He put his hands out to the side palms up. “You look hot. I mean… Shit.” He raked a hand through his short dirty blonde hair and sighed. “You’ve really grown up.”

She laughed again. “Seven years can do that.” She jerked her thumb towards the exit. “Do you wanna, maybe, go for a walk. I was warned not to go anywhere alone with Passionate Romeo, but I think I can make an exception.”

Placing a hand at the small of her back, Reed led her towards the exit. “Funny thing is, I was warned the same thing about ShyGirl19.” As they reached the door, he held it open for her to exit before him.

 
Looking over her shoulder at him, Chloe shot his a devious smile. “So you were told I may be a some old pervert or a rapist preying on naive young men?”

He laughed. “No, no. Not exactly. I was told you’d be either some cougar looking to take some stallion for a wild ride, or some dog-faced stalker. I think it’s safe to assume you’re neither of those things.”