Wrong: A Stepbrother Romance

“I like getting your blood pumping nice and hard.”

Liam grabbed his package and adjusted. “That’s a painfully accurate choice of words. In case you don’t know, you’re fucking kill me right now.”

I giggled. “Good. Now tell me what your friends say about me.”

“Sash, what do you think? They talk about those ‘dick-sucking lips.’ They talk about coming all over those big tits. They imagine what that ass would look like riding them reverse cowgirl. You turn them into fucking animals, Sasha.” Liam’s cheeks flexed as he gazed down at all the parts of my body that his friends had fantasized about. “And you can bet they’re saying all that shit right fucking now,” he muttered as he walked me back till we were hidden behind a rack of weights. “Which is why,” he cupped my hand over his shorts and watched my mouth part as I felt him grow stiff in my palm, “I’d have no problem bending you over that bench right there and fucking you for them to see. Of course, I’d also settle for fucking you anywhere you let me because you look way too goddamned sexy right now it’s getting fucking impossible for me to handle.”

I bit my lip. A naughty thrill coursed through my veins as Liam moved my hand over his erection, forcing me to rub his cock right in the middle of his gym. “Fuck me then,” I murmured. “I’ve been waiting.”

“Yeah?” Liam growled and yanked my body to his. He pulled my skirt up, pushing my panties aside to tease my wetness. “I can tell,” he grinned, dropping my jaw as he fingered my pussy just yards from his friends. “Come on, baby. Let’s go home.” Liam lifted an eyebrow as I breathed hard and shook my head, knowing I couldn’t wait any longer to feel him inside me. “Really?” he smirked. “You gonna let me fuck you here?”

I could hardly talk as he pumped into me faster. “Uh huh.” I’d only ever had sex with Ethan in bed. But Liam wasn’t Ethan. Liam made my head spin and my rules go out the window. He made me feel like the kind of dirty, filthy bad girl who didn’t let worry get in the way of her pleasure. “I need you to take me now,” I breathed, making him suck in a sharp breath and groan.

“Then I will. Meet me in my office.”

I went fast, my panties drenched but my expression casual as I walked past the guys with a smile, heading upstairs for Liam’s office. On my way, I spotted A.J and Aria flirting it up by the juice bar. I winked at her and continued on my way, grinning to myself till I ran straight into Jenna. She had a smug look all ready for me.

“Done with your little tantrum, Sasha?” she cocked an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

Jenna crossed her arms. “You knew I was trying to say ‘hi’ and you pulled him away from me so I couldn’t. I mean, girl. Jealous, I’m used to, but petty is not a good look on you.”

“Yeah, except that’s not at all what just happened.”

“And now you’re in denial, too? Cute,” she smirked. “Look, I get being possessive, doll, but Liam is not your boyfriend and he’s never going to be, so it’s time to back off and let the girls with an actual chance do their thing. ‘Kay?” I fumed when she patted my cheek, jerking away. I was so damned ready to tell her everything right then and there. But before I could, she was off. I gazed over the railing of the stairs as she sauntered straight to Liam. My heart was pounding but I didn’t even bother to watch her throw herself at him. I was too hot in my little dress, desperate to just get it the hell off.

In the office, I reached around to unzip it, ready to rip it off my skin, which buzzed with anger and adrenaline. I was still struggling to undress when I suddenly felt strong hands on me. Liam. He yanked my zipper down. I heard threads tearing as he ripped my dress off my body. Before I knew it, I was naked and bent over his desk, facing his wide open door. Oh God. Next to it was a mirrored window. I caught the carnal look in Liam’s eyes as he gripped the nape of my neck and gazed down at my ass, yanking my panties down and growling something filled with dirt and gravel as he ran his cock along the length of my seam.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he hissed, his fiery stare meeting mine in the mirror. “Tell me how bad you want this cock.”

His tip pushed just inside me. “I want it – oh God, I want it so bad.”

“Beg for it.”

“I need it, Liam,” I moaned raggedly as he slid in another inch, the smooth head of his cock pulsing inside me. “Please. I’ve wanted it for so long.” I groaned, leaning back against his chest as he played with my tits. He rubbed them hard as he kissed my shoulder, his free hand still wrapped around his cock, still teasing my pussy. “God, Liam, please put it inside me... you can fuck me however you want just fuck me already!”

A growl left his mouth as he plunged all the way inside me. Holy shit. Pain and pleasure burst through my body as he filled me to the hilt, stretching me perfectly around his girth. I didn’t recognize the sounds that hurtled from my lips as Liam claimed me, his pace immediately harsh and wild. He slammed into me mercilessly, pounding me. He wrapped his hands around my shaking tits and grunted loud with every deep thrust into my pussy. My eyes watered, my mouth wide open as I stared into my reflection, watching the blood rush to my cheeks and my lips, swelling them so plump and red that I looked like sex. I was the living, breathing, moaning embodiment of the word. Yes, God, oh God. I gasped for breath, my body overwhelmed with sensation as Liam’s hips rocked deep and steady into me, his hands claiming my curves and his tongue sucking my skin between all the filthy words he whispered in my ear.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Sash.” His whisper was half groan as he pumped into me. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me with this pussy.” My lips curved as I felt his jaw drop against my back. “Fuck, you’re incredible. You feel so fucking good, baby.” He fisted my hair, holding it tight with his lips in my ear. “You have no idea what you fucking do to me, Sasha. I’ve wanted this pussy since you were seventeen fucking years old,” he hissed, sending a tremor of shock to my core. I moaned, his thumb hooked in my mouth as he gripped my jaw. “Trust me, baby, I fucking hated myself for it,” he murmured as furiously as he fucked me. “You have no idea what a fucking animal you turned me into. You don’t know the things I did.”

“Tell me,” I gasped, so unbelievably turned on by the sound of Liam’s voice – shame and regret mixed with an arousal that got me somehow even wetter. Liam groaned into m

y neck, the sound and scent of our carnal act filling the room.

“I jerked off when you called,” he murmured in my skin. “Sometimes while we were talking.” Liam pulled my head back so that our gazes met in the mirror. “Girls with this kind of hair.” He squeezed mine hard. “I fucked them from behind and called them your name. Never even tried to hide it.” His lips spread into a grin as he reveled at my shock. “Scared yet?”

I licked my lips, watching my tits bounce in the mirror as he wrapped a hand around my neck. “No,” I rasped.

“No?” His fingers gripped firmer. I felt a ripple of pleasure shoot straight to my core. “Have you always been such a fucking dirty little girl?”

“Only – oh God,” I gasped as his body curved over the desk with mine, his cock sliding somehow deeper inside me, slamming with such fury that his drawers began to rattle open.

“Only what, Sasha?” he demanded in a hiss.

“Only when I think of you!”

With my answer, a harsh growl tore from his throat. I white-knuckled the edge of his desk as he drove into me, unrelenting, every thrust deeper and harder than the last. I could feel my body climbing, soaring to unreal heights. Liam’s heat prickled over every inch of my skin and seeped into my veins.