Romance: Stepbrother Passion Read Free Page B

before okay!” I snap.
    The outburst unnerves him, his feet shifting uncomfortably on the carpet.
    “You’re a virgin?”
    I nod.
    Embarrassed.
    “Look, maybe I should just go.”
    “No,” he says, taking my hand as I turn to leave. “We’ll just take it slow. I don’t want some college guy to…”
    But he never finishes the sentence.
    Instead, he guides me down onto the bed and kisses me again, his hands wandering over my body. He lifts up my bra, cupping my small breasts softly, until he feels me flinching beneath his touch.
    He reaches around and unclasps my bra, draping it over the edge of the bed.             
    “Close your eyes,” Dylan murmurs and I do, completely submitting as I revel in the sensation of his mouth around my nipples, sucking and biting them gently.
    I feel my pants dampen, an ache between my legs that I cannot control. His lips traverse lower, brushing over my navel before they stop to hover over my bikini line.
    He slips off my panties, looking at me as he slides them up and over my knees.
    “You smell so good, Ella,” he says breathing onto my clit, and then he engulfs it entirely.
    I cry out at how incredible it feels.
    It is like nothing I have ever felt before.
    He prods and swirls it around with his tongue, my climax building as he varies the pace.
    I moan when he grips my thighs tighter and I finally explode into ecstasy, gasping for air as the room becomes blurry and I am left shaking.
    “Dylan, that was…” I begin to say, but he is already taking off his shirt, his erection bulging toward me through his jeans.
    He takes my hands and helps me slide off his jeans.
    I see his cock in all its glory: long, thick and circumcised, a purple vein bulging down one side.
    Wow…
    “This might hurt,” he states.
    I nod and let him climb on top of me.
    I feel the weight of him, the hardness, the stinging each time he presses further in.
    I close my eyes and try to think of something else beyond the pain until finally he breaks through and the thrusts become deeper.
    “Are you all right?” he asks tenderly, the dark hazel eyes searing into mine.
    “I’m okay,” I breathe.
    “I’m going to keep going,” he states firmly.
    “Yes.”
    I feel myself tingling and relax.
    I let my pussy swallow him whole, enjoying the rougher pulses, the nerve endings bursting within. I see him change and flush.
    His breaths get louder, heavier.
    “Look at me when I cum, Ella. Don’t turn away,” Dylan huffs and then he is peaking, driving me harder one last time before he blows and collapses, breathless on top of me.
    We lie here for minutes, just stillness and rain.
    “That was something else,” he finally groans, moving to the other side of the bed.
    I smile proudly, still swooning over how amazing my body feels.
    But tomorrow looms ahead like an unsettled forecast and I cannot help but give fire to this love-like feeling.
    I imagine endless rainy nights enfolded in bed and silly things like holding hands down the street and kissing in public, announcing to everyone that we are together. Turning away I try to fight the tears.
    The thought of leaving tomorrow is almost unbearable.
     
     
    ****
     
     
    The next morning Dylan is gone.
    A note sits on the pillow along with my clothes: ‘Good luck with college. Come visit soon’.
    I blink in disbelief, turning it over again and again, expecting to find something more.
    I cannot believe that he did this.
    That he not even stay to say goodbye.
    That he could think so little of me, like I was just another one of ‘those’ girls.
    Does he realize how big this night was to me? Does he realize what it meant?
    What a jerk!
    I quickly swipe at the tear running down my cheek and vow that it is the last I will ever shed over a guy.
    Dylan was right when he said we were from two different worlds.
    I was just too foolish and love drunk to see it.
    Well, to hell with Dylan McCormack!
    And to hell with a visit!
    Who knows how many girls he will