Tool (A Step-Brother Romance #2)

My cock is near her face, and she opens her mouth immediately, like it's a reflexive action, my cock in front of her face and she automatically opens up.

I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. She's like a piece of fucking art, paused there for a moment with her tongue nearly touching my cock.

I watch, enraptured, as she catches the strand of pre-cum hanging from the tip of my cock, following it up until she reaches the head, where she presses her tongue to the tip. The light touch is not nearly enough, and I grab the entire length of her hair, wrapping it around my fist as I jerk her toward me. She moans as she takes me in, her warm mouth enveloping me, inch by inch, making these little noises with that send vibrations through my cock.

"That's right," I encourage her. "Your mouth is so fucking hot."

She wraps one hand around the base of my shaft, pumping me while she sucks at me greedily, and I watch her, refusing to close my eyes for a moment, even when it's making me so close I think I'm going to come. Eventually it's too much, her looking at me with those big eyes and her mouth full of my dick, and I can't take it anymore.

I rip her away from me.

"What's wrong?" she asks. "Was that not okay?"

"Shit, are you kidding?" I ask, bending over to grab a condom from the pocket of my jeans, crumpled into a heap on the floor. Lightning fast, I'm ripping open the condom wrapper with my teeth, and rolling it on. I pull her up to her feet, standing so that she's facing me, and I press my cock against her skin while I run my hands along her body. With my hand at the nape of her neck, I kiss her softly, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth. "I was about to fill this sweet little mouth of yours up with cum."

She makes this little whimpering sound and I reach between her legs to find that she's soaked. "Oh," she says.

"Oh?" I ask, sliding two fingers inside her. "Is that what you wanted? You wanted me to come in that pretty mouth?"

Delaney exhales forcefully. "Yes," she says. "I wanted to taste it."

Hearing that she wanted to taste my cum makes me crazy. I slide my fingers from her, and drag her down with me on the lounge. She kneels astride me, her forehead pressed up against mine, her hair falling down around our faces like a curtain. I tease her entrance with the head of my cock, and she sinks down onto it, letting out this low moan. "Shit, you're tight."

"Shit, you're…not small," she whispers. I start to laugh, but then she's riding me, and I'm too busy wrapping my lips around her breast to think about anything except the fact that Delaney is fucking me, grinding into me as she takes me deeper and deeper, her already tight pussy swelling around me as she becomes more aroused. I love being inside her, and all I can hear is her moaning, whimpering louder and louder as she begins to lose control. I grip her ass cheeks as I pull her down harder on me until she's throwing her head back and calling my name.

"Oh God, Gaige, I'm so close." When she pulls my face against her breast, I suck her nipple so hard I swear I'm going to bruise her. And when I press my finger against her asshole, she cries out, something that sounds more like a scream. Then she comes, her muscles clenching around my cock, in a series of spasms that sends me over the edge and milks every last drop of cum from me.

Afterward, I sink back against the back of the lounge, closing my eyes and waiting for my heart rate to come back down to normal instead of where it's at right now, which is at a beat-out-of-my-damn-chest level. I am probably dangerously close to having some kind of cardiac event.

All because of Delaney.

Wants-to-be-professional Delaney.

Wants-me-to-cum-in-her-mouth Delaney.

My stepsister Delaney.





I open my eyes, half-expecting that when I do, this will all have been a dream. Or a nightmare, I'm not sure. Did I really just take off my clothes and ride Gaige on the roof of the house? The sunroom is completely transparent, encased in glass, for shit's sake, and I'm sitting here with Gaige's cock still inside me.

When I open my eyes, I'm looking into Gaige's. "Hi," he says, and his mouth turns up at the corners, that shit-eating-grin on his face. Damn it, I just know that he's going to be impossible to live with now. He's going to think I want him all the time. I feel obligated to let him know that is definitely not going to be the case.

"I hope you don't think this means anything is different between us," I say. Crap, that came out wrong. It sounds totally bitchy.

But Gaige laughs. "Whatever you say, darlin'," he says. "You want to pretend like you're not lusting after me all the time, go right ahead."

"See, I knew that's what you'd think if we ever hooked up." I slide off of him, feeling incredibly awkward standing there naked, and scramble around for my clothes, scurrying back into them as quickly as I can.

Gaige stands there looking around, buck naked, holding the used condom in his hand. "I don't suppose there's any discrete way of throwing this out, is there?"