Selena Kitt - Hayden (Stepbrother Studs) Page 3
“Hayden...?” I asked, my voice wispy-thin, looking at him through dazed, half-closed eyes.
“Yes, baby. Tell me what you want.”
But I had to show him. I raised my legs, draping my calves over his shoulders, my body jack-knifed beneath him. He clutched my hands, entwining his fingers in mine, and pinning them over my head. It was like he knew just what I wanted, without me having to say a word.
He rested on his elbows, hips moving again, slow then fast, faster, as he continued to pummel my pussy.
Watching him fuck me was almost like seeing him running down toward the infield, his hands outstretched for the ball—every fiber of muscle stretched and ready to for the moment the leather slid into his hands. It was so fucking good it made me flush with heat.
“You feeling it now, little sister?” he panted, face close to mine, fingers gripping my hands. He had me completely immobilized under him, taking everything he had to give me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cried, my head thrashing side-to-side.
“Look at me,” he insisted when I turned my face, closed my eyes.
I did what he asked, whimpering as he ground his hips into me, his cock buried deep. I’d never felt anything this intense, never hurtled so high.
“I want to watch you come,” he whispered, capturing my mouth for a brief kiss before he started fucking again, rutting into me, deep, deeper.
“Hayden!” My toes curled behind his back, my fingers grasping his. “Oh fuck! Fuck!”
“Tell me.”
“I’m gonna come! Oh I’m gonna come all over your big fucking cock!”
“Whose cock?”
I was almost too far gone to realize what he wanted but when I realized, it pushed me immediately over the edge.
“My big brother’s cock!” I gasped, lifting my chin and meeting his glittering eyes. “Ohhhh yes, big brother, make me come all over you!”
He grunted and gave me my orgasm like a gift. I came so hard, I keened, the sound careening off his bedroom walls, and still he didn’t slow.
He wasn’t about to give me any mercy.
I’d asked him to make me feel it, and he was.
“Again,” he breathed, his voice harsh and ragged.
He was barely sweating. Not gasping, like I was. He was like a machine. My own goddamned Terminator.
“I can’t,” I gasped, but he didn’t give up. He let go my hands and shifted me under him, my legs moving down off his shoulders, around his waist. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, kissing my cheek, my throat, burying his face in my hair as he fucked me.
“Oh Kel, you feel so fucking good,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear.
“You like your little sister’s pussy?” I half-smiled when he looked at me, his eyes dark. “You like fucking it?”
“Yes.” He groaned when I squeezed him. “Oh fuck, yes, yes.”
“Give me what I want.” I slipped a hand down between our bodies and clutched his balls, giving them a firm tug.
“Tell me.” He grabbed a handful of my hair, tilting my head back so he could look at me. “Ohhh fuck, tell me, tell me!”
“Now, big brother,” I purred, giving his balls a gentle squeeze. So much cum in there, all for me. “Come for me.”
He grunted and jerked inside me, his hips losing rhythm as his face tightened.
“Jesus, Kel. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His hands moved down my body, fingers digging into my ass as he cradled it. He threw back his head and yelled, and all I could do was stare.
He was beautiful. Every muscle tensed, sweat gleaming on the hills of his chest, shadows accentuating hollows. He bucked and burrowed, fucking faster, building friction that set fire to my pussy.
I gave a shout, and he stared down at me, holding my gaze as his jaw sagged and he pounded me harder. His cum slicked my passage, eased his thrusts. The lewd, wet sounds we made together pushed me over again. My vision blurred as a wave of excruciating pleasure washed over me.
When we could breathe again, Hayden lowered my legs then lay atop me, his hands still cupping my ass, his face snug in the corner of my neck.
I soothed him with strokes up and down his back, marveling at the depth of muscle surrounding his spine, at the way his powerful body trembled in the aftermath.
“This could work,” I whispered into his ear.
His tongue licked up the side of neck. His cock twitched deep inside me.
“This was fucking hot,” he mumbled. “Best. Sex. Ever.”
Then his breath held, and I knew he was waiting for me to echo the sentiment.
“I’ve never come so hard,” I confessed. “I feel... boneless.”
“Better than a workout?”
“Therapeutic and aerobic.” I smiled and petted his hair.
His hands slid from under me, and I quickly wrapped my legs around him to keep him lodged inside me. I knew it would be hard to lie, to pull away emotionally, when our bodies were connected.
I kissed his chin, his nose, then pressed my lips against his, before dropping my head to the mattress to meet his serious gaze.
“This could work,” I repeated. “Us. Together.”
His eyebrows lowered, and again, that touch of fear was in his eyes. “Mom and Dad?”
“Are miles away.” I shrugged. “Besides, we have two years of college left. A lot can happen. We just have to stick to one basic rule.”
“And that would be?”
“We’ll always be honest. And if one of us decides this is over, we don’t get butt-hurt, and we don’t pull away. Sex can bring us closer, even if it doesn’t last. I love you, Hayden. I loved you before I wanted you. That won’t change. Not ever.”
“I love you, too.” His smile was soft and sweet. “But I’ve wanted you forever. Remember that time you caught me jerking off?”
I nodded, my chest expanding.
“I was thinking about you. It’s why I let you watch me cum. When I’m fucking my fist, it’s always you.”
Well, I’d given him an out. And I meant what I said. No matter what happened in the future, I wouldn’t let this get awkward.
“So, I think... we should keep this our secret.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t like anyone talking bad about you.” His face screwed into a grimace. “It’s no one’s business but ours.”
“We’ll spend more time together. Study together.”
“Work out together. It’ll make things... easier.”
“Yeah. Easier. Sounds like a plan,” I said, smiling up at him.
We had time to figure this out. Time to be a couple before we let the rest of the world in on our dirty little secret.
“In the meantime...” I gave him a sly smile, running a hand down his back, digging my fingernails into his tight ass. “I need a little more help, big brother. I have this itch...”
His smile grew wicked. His cock twitched again. It had been steadily filling as we talked and was now thick and lodged deep inside my juicy channel. He rolled until I was on top.
I slid my knees close to his hips and braced my hands against his wide chest. The next two years were ours to explore. A jock and a cheerleader. Brother and sister.
“Fuck buddies?” I teased, rising slightly, then grinding down.
“You’ll pay for that,” he said, gripping my hips and giving me a little jiggle.
“Lovers, then,” I said, giggling. “My guy.”
“My girl.”
“Best dick ever.” I gave a sexy grind of my hips and drilled down on his cock.
“Last dick, little sister.”
And because I’d always been able to read his needs, see into his heart, I believed.
The End
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BONUS MATERIAL
BONUS MATERIAL
STEPBROTHER STUDS: FINN
By Selena Kitt
Molly’s handsome stepbrother, Finn, has called her Pita—short for pain in the ass—for so long, she’s almost forgotten her own name.
And, she has to admit, she’s mostly lived up to it, because Finn is a typical, know-it-all, overprotective older stepbrother who thinks he always knows what’s best for her.
But when she finds his journal and reads the secrets he’s been keeping, she suddenly has a decision to make.
They have one week alone at a cabin together this summer—can she make Finn realize that, this time, his little stepsister knows what’s best? For once, she knows what she wants—and now she knows he wants it too.
Does she have the courage to push him to his limits?
EXCERPT:
I didn’t see him again until after I’d eaten my dinner. He stomped through the back door and stood over the recliner where I was sitting sideways, feet swinging idly, while I read an old copy of People magazine. Pictures of the sexiest man alive didn’t thrill me nearly as much as the angry flush spreading across Finn’s cheeks or the sight of his lean body in shorts and a loose tee.
“I want it back.”
I blinked up at him, pretending I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
“Nice to see you, too,” I said, giving him a smirk.
“Now. I want it back.”
I sighed and made a show of rising from the chair. I made sure to stand very close so I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze. I liked his height. Liked the breadth of his expanded shoulders. He looked strong and lean, and very capable of picking me up and doing whatever he wanted to do with me. A thought that thrilled me to my toes. But how to goad him into doing it? That was the question that had been driving me buggy since I’d masturbated in front of him.
“What do you want back?” I asked, letting my smile deepen just a little. Just enough he knew I was fully aware of what he wanted.
“It’s mine, Pita. My private journal. Now move your sweet little ass and get it for me.”
I didn’t have to pretend to shiver at his command.
“Or what?” I whispered, leaning closer.
“You don’t want to find out.”
“Maybe I do.” I tilted my head and licked my bottom lip. I’d never been much of a flirt, but with Finn, I was finding it so easy to do. Maybe it was because my nipples were tight again and my pussy was beginning to warm.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath, his glance dropping to my mouth.
“Is that what you want?”
“Stop it.” His gaze narrowed and bored into mine. “I’m your brother.”
“That didn’t stop you thinking about me giving you blow jobs.”
His expression hardened. “It’s one thing to think it. I’m a guy, we think about sex all the time. But I’m not a fucking perv.”
“How disappointing.”
“Stop playing.” He reached out to grip my upper arms. “Give it back.”
I raised my chin. “Or you’ll… do… what?”
His grip tightened. So did his lips. Before I could gasp, he whipped me around and bent me over the chair. The first swat stung my ass, the shock holding me still. The next swat was just as sharp.
And then something happened. Something unexpected. My skin tingled. My pussy grew damp. Following another naughty impulse, I reached back and shoved my shorts and underwear down to my thighs.
“Again.” I’d been naughty, and naughty girls needed punishment—right?
“Pita,” he groaned. “Goddamn it, why can’t you act like a normal girl?”
“You spank girls so often you know what’s normal?”
“Never. For fuck’s sake, pull up your pants.”
“Or what?”
Instead of landing another slap on bare skin, he dragged me up against his chest. His mouth was right beside my ear, his breath coming fast and harsh.
My shorts slithered down my thighs and puddled around my feet. While I stood nude from the waist down, I looked up and to the side and met his hot glare, daring him silently to act.
“I want it back.” He sounded like he was trying to keep his cool.
“And I’ll return it,” I agreed, swallowing hard. Was I really going to do this? But I already was, doing it. Now I just had to get him to do it too. “But first you have to spank me like you mean it. I mean… don’t I deserve it?”
I saw the surprise in his icy blue gaze a moment before his eyes narrowed. And then he moved, not letting go of my arm as he sat in the chair. He yanked me over his lap, his strong, bare thighs riding my ribs and my belly.
“Why are you doing this?” His voice was almost a whisper, like maybe he didn’t want to know.
Bent over with blood rushing to my head wasn’t a situation exactly conducive to lying, so I answered him honestly.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m curious. And this feels... good.”
“Me spanking your ass feels good?”
“My bare ass... please.” I nodded.
I wasn’t a virgin. But I also wasn’t very experienced. I knew enough to understand that he’d sparked something inside me. Something that wanted his punishment, his control. I felt feminine and helpless, and so thoroughly excited I thought I might get off like this, bent over him, his hand smacking me until my ass was hot and my pussy so wet I’d dampen his thigh.
Just the thought was getting me off.
He laid his hand on the curve of my bottom, tentatively, not giving me its weight. Like he was fighting with himself, trying to make the right decision—but he was tempted to give me what I’d asked for. What I deserved.
What I wanted.
What I knew he wanted.
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