Wrong: A Stepbrother Romance

“No, that’ll be all. Thank you,” I said to our server, who stretched her lips in a smile for me and walked away. Gazing down, I watched Liam rub my knee, wanting to ask him about the time he was at this lounge with A.J and other girls. A sick part of me wanted to hear all the stories of gorgeous women who’d known him for barely a minute before spreading their legs wide open. I couldn’t understand why. Maybe just to see what I was up against. I was so tempted to just ask him. By the way, how many girls have you slept with? In this year alone? But I wouldn’t let myself do it. I had a hunch it was what Jenna would want me to do – implode on myself and sabotage my relationship with sheer paranoia and psychosis. So I bit back the need and let Liam distract me instead. Taking advantage of the dimming lights, he slid his fingers under the hem of my skirt and slowly up my thigh.

“This is the first time I’ve been here and considered leaving before getting my drinks,” he said, his lips brushing against my neck.

“Let’s at least sit through one round,” I murmured, though I could hardly bear the thought as I felt Liam’s fingertips brush against my strappy lace panties. I had to giggle as his entire demeanor shifted upon discovering my lingerie with just his sense of touch. His jaw growing tight, he flashed me a look of torment.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, Sash.”

“You have to wait,” I laughed, pushing him back against his seat. I could feel the heat coming off his chest, his heart beating against my palm as his finger hooked into one of the three straps that stretched over my hips. One snap and he let out a low groan. “Liam!” I scolded.

“I have to see them.”

“We have to wait till we get home.”

“Then let’s go home.”

A wolfish look in his eye, he took my hand and smoothed it over his package. I searched my jumbled brain for a reply as my fingers molded to his thickness. “We… we just ordered drinks, Liam.”

“I need to feel your pussy,” he said, not bothering to adjust his volume. I swallowed. I parted my lips to protest only because I knew I should. The truth was, I didn’t want to.

Fuck. I raked my fingers through his hair, trying not to love every second of our very private act in a very public space. Each one that passed brought us closer to our drinks arriving, and while it struck fear in my heart, Liam didn’t seem to notice or care. Pushing his hand between my thighs, he uncrossed my legs. Then his mouth on my neck, he snuck his finger under my panties and slid himself inside me.

My mouth dropped wide open. I swallowed my moan as I tightened around him, pulsing as he gave slow, deep strokes under the table. “Christ, you’re wet,” Liam hissed. He slid a second finger inside me as his tongue drew a hot, torrid line along the curve of my neck. My mouth quivered as he stroked. His every move inside me was fluid, easy despite his intensity. Under the cloak of shadows and dim lighting, we were just another couple sitting close, flirting and murmuring into each other’s skin. But in truth, it wasn’t at all so innocent. “Does that feel good?” Liam whispered.

“Yes.”

“Do you like my fingers in your pussy?”

“Yes,” I answered shakily. “But you can’t make me come.”

“All these rules. Why not?” Liam smirked.

“Because we’re in public.”

“I’m aware.” He tunneled his fingers deeper inside me. “Do you want to go home?”

“No.”

Liam paused with intent. “Do you want me to stop?”

I swallowed hard. “No.”

Sitting back once again, Liam watched me, casual now. Satisfied and in a rhythm. Sliding his fingers deep inside me, he brushed his thumb along my clit. I instantly throbbed to his touch. “Liam,” I warned desperately. But the look in his eye made it clear that he intended to see me come. “Wait,” I pled, breathless, sighing with pleasure into his mouth. I closed my eyes, my muscles tightening as he quickened his stroke, bringing my entire body closer by the second. I knew I wouldn’t be able to

contain myself, and across the room, I could see the platinum shimmer of our waitress gliding back from the bar.

“Let’s go,” I finally relented.

Liam slapped a hundred on the table, and we left.

* * *

We made it to the apartment. But not quite inside. In the hallway, I gripped the railing, staring down from the top of the onyx staircase. There were six floors below us and our neighbors were home, but I couldn’t smother the pleasure that poured from my lips. Behind me, Liam had me spread to his exact liking, my panties in his pocket and his tongue kissing up my inner thigh. Running his hands all over my body, he teased me, breathing hot against my most needy parts. Only on occasion did he flick his tongue against my achingly wet opening.

“Please, Liam,” I begged, giving no thought to the volume of my moans. I was far past the point of caring, already naked in the hall of his apartment. Panties off, tits out. My bra was torn down to my waist and on top of that, I’d been at the brink of orgasm for nearly an hour now. I was in such need for relief that I was in actual pain. So the last thing I cared about in this moment was being heard. “Liam, do it, please…”

His voice was thick with lust. “Please what?”

“Please, do it,” I breathed out.