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  “Oh, Nate, oh, yes!” I cry out, but he stops. I gasp at the sudden lack of contact and pick up my head to look at him. He's no longer between my legs, but standing to get something out of his jeans. He smiles at me as he shows me the condoms he's taking out of his pocket. He rips one off and pulls it open with his teeth, then tosses the rest on the bed next to me as he walks back. I watch as he holds it to his tip and then unrolls it down his shaft. Then he kneels back on the bed, his legs between mine, and lies down on top of me with his weight on his elbows.

  “This first time will probably hurt a little, but it'll feel good soon,” he promises, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I nod nervously. He kisses me, his tongue softly caressing mine, as I feel his dick against my opening. I can't believe it's finally happening. He reaches down, pulling my leg up and holding it against his hip as he takes his cock in his other hand, positioning it at just the right angle.

  I gasp as he enters me and sharp pain reverberates through my entire lower half. I feel his hips stop their forward motion. He moves his mouth over to my ear, softly sucking on my earlobe and darting his tongue in and out as he moves forward again. The pleasurable sensation at my ear helps to distract me from the massive pressure I feel pressing into me. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his back, willing myself to relax. I know I'm in good hands. Just when I think the pain will be more than I can handle, he stops, and I can feel the skin around his hips pressing against mine. He's all the way in. He circles around slowly, and I feel my first twinge of pleasure at the sensation.

  He pulls his head back and looks at me. “OK?” he asks. I nod, feeling breathless. Without taking his eyes off me, he begins to pull back out, all the way to his tip, before sliding in again. He pulls out a second time, and as he returns, my lips part in surprise at my body's response. I think he can sense that I'm starting to warm to the sensation, because he begins to move a little faster.

  “Oh, Nate, that feels…it feels…” I trail off. There are no words. I simply wrap my legs around his back and dig my hands into his hair as he moves against me, as exquisite waves flow through my body. His lips find mine again, kissing me with a passion that matches the faster pace he's setting.

  I feel an orgasm begin to build inside me. I've had orgasms before, including an amazing one with Nate, but this one feels different. It's so powerful that it scares me. I bear down against it, holding my breath to keep it at bay. But everything Nate is doing is working against me. I feel his hands move to my breasts, and my back arches against the heat of his palms. He kisses my neck as I bend to him, and his cock finds new and untouched nerve endings to drive me to the edge.

  “Oh, Nate, it's too much…” I breathe, opening my eyes. “I don't know if I can.” He slows down for a moment.

  “Brynn, you're safe with me,” he murmurs, his dark eyes finding mine, tenderness and passion mixed in them. “You just have to let go. Let go with me.” He begins to speed up, but his eyes don't leave mine. I follow his advice, trying to let the orgasm take me rather than trying to control it. “Yes, yes, Brynn,” he grunts as my eyes roll back in my head.

  He slams his hips into me now, driving his cock inside me. I hear myself begin to moan as though I'm outside of my own body. His torso lifts off of me and he thrusts in a little deeper. The slightly new angle is enough to push me right over the edge. I completely lose control, my body arching with spasms of its own accord. I can vaguely feel him bucking on top of me, his sweat dripping down onto my skin.

  He collapses on top of me and I tuck my face into his neck. His body weight feels exactly right on top of me. I feel like I could stay like this forever.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  I wake up to soft kisses on my cheek. My eyes flutter open in surprise.

  “Mmm?” I murmur incoherently.

  “You passed out,” I hear Nate whisper back. I realize he's still on top of me—and inside me.

  “Oh, sorry,” I smile, blushing a bit. “I hope I didn't make too much noise.”

  He grins. “Well, I think if they'd heard anything, we would have known about it by now.”

  “How long was I asleep for?”

  “Just twenty minutes or so. I was worried I was going to crush you.” He kisses my lips and then reaches down. I watch him hold the base of the condom as he pulls out of me. The sensation of him leaving my body is jarring, and I lay still for another minute, absorbing it, as he walks to the bathroom. He comes back with a couple of wet tissues and I sit up to take them from him.

  “It's OK,” he says. “Lie back.” I obey, and feel him carefully wiping up the inside of my thigh, and then begin to giggle. He stops and looks at me with a confused frown.

  “I'm sorry, I just—I never thought I'd be in this position with Nate Thornhill!” I explain. He shakes his head with a bemused grin as I continue to giggle.

  “You bled a little, but it didn't get on the comforter. That would have been tough to explain,” he says as he returns to the bathroom.

  “I could have just said I had my period,” I point out as I pull my comforter back and crawl underneath the sheets.

  “Oh, I guess that's true,” he says, coming back and sliding into bed next to me.

  “I can't believe I'm not a virgin anymore,” I grin as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. “I was beginning to think it would never happen.”

  “So…you liked it?” he asks, running his fingers up and down my arm. I'm shocked to feel my body respond hungrily, as though I haven't just had a mind-blowing orgasm twenty minutes ago.

  “Are you kidding me?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at him. “What about me? Was I…”

  “You were excellent,” he assures me. “It was different, though.”

  “Different, how?” I ask, frowning.

  He shrugs. “I usually don't really know the girls I sleep with. Or have feelings for them. Even the ones I get to know, because we're hooking up regularly, I'll end it when they get too clingy.”

  A fissure of concern rises in my chest. “So…don't get clingy?”

  “That wasn't a warning,” he says, turning to me with a smile. “Besides, I don't think of you as clingy. Stubborn, maybe.”

  “Gee, thanks,” I reply, rolling my eyes.

  “So, why did it never happen? Losing your virginity?” he asks, turning to me and resting his head on his elbow.

  “Well, I guess it's not that surprising. I've never really dated. My first kiss was with this guy David in my junior year of high school. It was really fast. And gross. His tongue just sort of darted in and out of my mouth. And then senior year, and freshman year of college, a few guys took me out, but it never really went anywhere. I mean, they were fine, but I really wanted to dedicate myself to studying, and getting a scholarship and all that.”

  “Did your mom put a lot of pressure on you to do well in school?”

  I smile. “The opposite, actually. She was always begging me to get my head out of a book and put on some lip gloss. Which of course just made me want to stick my head even further into a book. I just never wanted to end up like her.” Nate raises his eyebrows at me, and I sigh. “I mean, dependent on men. She never really learned how to do anything because she's so beautiful and charming and men would always do everything for her. But when I came along, they stopped coming around so much, and she had to take care of me all by herself. And even when they did, they'd eventually leave, and she'd be devastated. Curled up in bed for days, depressed, unable to care for herself…”

  “So then you started taking care of her,” he finishes. I nod. We settle back into the pillows for a minute. “Your mom should have known that not all books are created equal, though,” Nate begins thoughtfully. “Some are far more interesting than others.”

  “What?” I ask, with absolutely no idea what he's talking about. With a devilish grin, he reaches over me and opens my bedside table. I shriek and grab his arm as I see his fingers graze over my copy of Lady Chatterley's Lover. But to my far more infinite horr
or, his hand keeps searching back and returns to the bed with my hot pink vibrator. “Oh my god, put that back!”

  He ignores me, and studies it thoughtfully as my cheeks burn. “Someday I'd like to watch you use this on yourself,” he comments. My mouth drops open and he glances up at me, his eyes boring into me. “What do you think about that?”

  “I…I don't know,” I whisper.

  “Not tonight,” he assures me, replacing the vibrator in the drawer and turning back to me. “Tonight, I'll do all the work.” I gasp as I feel his fingers slip between my legs and rub against my clit. “You have no idea how much it turns me on to be your first for all of this.”

  “Mmhm,” I reply distractedly as my eyelids flutter. No way can I concentrate on speaking with his hand down there.

  “Brynn, keep looking at me.”

  “Why?” I whine.

  “Because I like to tease you,” he replies simply. I bite my lip and turn my head back to him. His fingers rub my aching nub over and over again.

  “I like it when you order me around,” I whisper, feeling shocked to hear myself say such a thing out loud. His eyes widen.

  “You do?”

  “Only in bed,” I explain. I watch his pupils dilate and his jaw muscles contract, as though he's struggling against some powerful reaction. He sucks in a breath of air and then blows it out of his mouth slowly.

  “Oh, Brynn, there are so many things I want to do to you. But we can't just jump from zero to sixty.” I nod in understanding and then moan as he slips a finger inside me. “You're so wet already. You want round two?” All I can do is moan in affirmation. “Turn around,” he orders me, and a thrill of desire rushes through me. I obey, turning over onto my other side so that my back's to him.

  He runs his hand over my ass and then back between my legs and inside me. I hear him fumbling with his other hand and then the sound of a condom being ripped open.

  “Put your arms over your head,” he tells me. I place them over my ears and onto the pillow, bending my elbows so that they don't hit the headboard. I feel his hand press down against my forearms, his long fingers easily reaching completely around me, and pinning me to the pillow. His other hand slides out of me and pulls my hips back toward him. I begin to tremble with anticipation, but don't have to wait very long.

  I feel his cock at my slit, pushing into me as he holds me in place. I cry out from pain and pleasure as he reawakens the soreness he created the first time, but unlike that time, the pleasure is also instant and intense.

  I feel his mouth at my ear. “You like that?”

  “Yes, oh god, yes,” I moan. He thrusts into me faster.

  “It's so hard to hold back with you,” he mutters, almost to himself.

  “You don't have to,” I reply. I hear him grunt in response and slam into me harder. Suddenly I feel myself being picked up and turned over. Before I know it, I'm on my hands and knees without Nate and me ever losing contact. I have to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming out in pleasure as he pulls out and drives back in. He's in so deep now, pressing directly against my g-spot with every thrust.

  My body begins to shake with another orgasm and this time, I let myself go with it. I feel Nate's hands pulling my hips back to meet his with every thrust as he comes with me. My elbows collapse down with the final shudder of my orgasm, and Nate lands on top of me, immediately kissing the back of my neck.

  “Oh, Brynn, I'm sorry,” he murmurs, as he pulls my hair out of my face.

  “Sorry? Why are you sorry?” I ask, befuddled.

  “You're crying…I'm so sorry. I was too rough, I went too quickly, I—” he rushes on, sounding horrified.

  My brain tries to catch up with him. “No, no. It didn't hurt. I didn't even realize I was crying. Everything felt amazing.”

  His body relaxes against mine. “I was so scared for a second there. I thought I hurt you.”

  “No, honestly…” I reach up to touch my face, and he's right—my cheeks are damp. “That's so strange. This doesn't happen a lot?”

  He pulls himself up so he can look at me with an ironic grin. “I do try not to make girls cry, Brynn.”

  I laugh. “I'm sorry, I just meant…I wondered if this happens to other girls. I suppose I don't usually…you know, let go of control like that. Maybe the emotional release…”

  “Maybe. Just as long as you're OK.”

  “I'm more than OK,” I assure him.

  “Sore?”

  I nod. “A little.”

  “I'll get you some water,” he says, kissing the back of my shoulder before gently pulling out of me. He comes back from the bathroom with a glass for me, and sits up in bed with me as I drink it.

  “I wish you could sleep here,” I murmur, resting my head on his shoulder. I feel spent, relaxed…and happy.

  “Me too.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  The next morning, I wake up reaching for Nate, but he's gone. I turn over onto my back in frustration. I thought that after we had sex my desire for him might fade a bit, become more manageable, but it's even stronger now. Even though I can feel a little soreness and pain between my legs, I want him to take me again, and again, and again.

  I glance at the clock and am shocked to see it's almost noon. Well, I guess I did have a big day yesterday, between almost sliding down that cliff and losing my virginity. I slide under the sheets to the side of the bed and sit up on the edge. I roll my ankle and find that there's barely any pain, though I guess I should leave the tape on for one more day just to be safe.

  I stand and pull on a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt and head downstairs to the kitchen and fix myself some breakfast. My mom walks in just as I'm sitting down at the breakfast table.

  “Wow, that's a lot of food, Brynn,” she comments, raising her eyebrows at the amount of eggs and toast on my plate.

  “Starving,” I reply, pausing only momentarily then continuing to shovel food into my mouth.

  “I can see that. How's your ankle?”

  “Lot better.” I clear my throat. I need to stop acting weird or my mom will know something's up. I put down my fork. “Did you have a nice lunch with Pierce yesterday? Where'd you go?”

  “The Palm,” she replies. “It was lovely. Pierce is a regular there and always gets the best table.”

  “Oh, good.” I glance up as Nate slides opens the door from outside. He winks at me and I quickly bury my head back in my food so that my mom can't see the blush spreading across my cheeks.

  “Just returning from your morning workout, Nate?” my mom asks as she begins to fix herself some tea. “You're both getting such late starts today.”

  “Must've been that hike,” Nate replies nonchalantly. “How's your ankle?”

  “Lot better,” I repeat, holding it out from under the table and rolling it around to demonstrate.

  “Better keep the tape on for another day just to be safe.”

  “That's just what I was thinking.”

  “Anybody want some coffee? I'm just putting some water on,” my mom breaks in.

  “Yes, please,” we both chorus.

  “You know, I'm so glad you two are getting along. That 'step' word has such a bad connotation, I suppose because of Cinderella…you know, the wicked stepsisters. But of course, having a bigger family can be such a positive thing,” she muses, turning up the burner on the stovetop. I watch her for a moment, wondering if she's trying to bring up something about what I said to her last night, about how she needs to get involved in Pierce's harsh treatment of his son.

  “Very positive,” Nate replies seriously, not looking at me as I glare at him warningly. It is so not the time for one of his smartass comments.

  “Pierce and I are going to the farmer's market in about an hour. You guys want to come?”

  And miss a chance to be alone with Nate? “I was thinking I was just going to sit by the pool today,” I reply. “Give my ankle a little more time to heal.”

  “Probably wise,” my mom agrees. “
What about you, Nate?”

  “I have to, um…” he trails off, trying to come up with an excuse. “You know, I think my friend Jackson might swing by later, so I better stay home.”

  “OK, just the parents then,” my mom with a faux sigh. Nate and my mom both leave the kitchen to take their coffee into other rooms, so I can finish off my breakfast in peace. After I clean up my plates, I decide to head into the den and turn on the TV. My body needs to digest that giant breakfast I just devoured.

  Pierce and my mom find me sitting in there on their way out the door, and I wave goodbye. But as soon as the door closes, a ball of excitement forms in my stomach. I'm alone with Nate. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning. I push aside the throw and stand up, heading for the stairs and Nate's bedroom. A flurry of nerves hits me as I walk down the hallway and knock softly on his door.

  “One sec!” he calls back. “OK, come in.” I push the door open to find him standing just outside his bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist. He's dripping wet, having clearly just stepped out of the shower. “Oh, it's you,” he says with a smile. I shut the door behind me.

  “They just left.”

  “How are you feeling, really? I want to make sure I didn't go too fast last night. Any regrets?”

  I walk toward him. “I do have one regret.” He frowns in concern, his beautiful forehead marred by a line in between his eyebrows. “There was something I wanted to do last night, but I didn't get the chance.” The tension immediately leaves his face.

  “Which was?” he asks, the edge of his mouth twisting up in a questioning smile.

  I reach forward and unwrap his towel in response, then kneel in front of him. I watch his cock grow hard in front of my eyes as he gazes down at me. Without another word, I run my hands up the front of his thighs, feeling his leg hair under my palms disappear as it reaches the line of his hips. I lean forward, trailing kisses just under his belly button. He smells amazing—a heady mixture of fresh shower combined with the very personal scent of his package. It's unlike anything I've smelled before, and though I haven't been with anyone else, I bet the smell is all his own.