Dick: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance

I caught Richard grin as he watched the exchange take place, leaning back as the waiter continued to stutter and stammer out the menu. I had to give him credit as he listed off a few more items, but couldn’t help but relish in the way his eyes couldn’t turn away from my cunt.

“I don’t think I’m really hungry for any of that,” I sighed, biting my lip as I looked toward Richard. I could see the wicked glint in his eyes all the way across the table, and I couldn’t help but press the poor waiter just a little bit farther. I turned back toward him, noticing the rising bulge in his restaurant uniform. “Do you think you could make me something special? Something… satisfying?”

Without even thinking, I slid a hand between my legs, looking up into the waiter’s eyes as he watched me start to tease myself in front of him. He gulped, meeting my gaze, his eyes wide with panic, though he couldn’t hide that desire blooming between his legs.

“I think we’re done here,” Richard said in my ear, his hand laid gently on my shoulder. His touch felt like crackling electricity against my body that shot all the way through me. I shivered and nodded.

“Yes, Sir.”

“We’ve changed our minds,” Richard told the waiter as he stood up from his seat while I fixed my skirt to the waiter’s disappointment. “We’ll just grab something to eat back at home.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to try something? I could find you a discount!” he said, as I stood up, giving him a faint smile. Richard put a twenty down on the table to pay for the drinks while the waiter watched us go, his mouth agape as we turned to leave.

“Feel a little better?” Richard asked as we made it past the front door, a chuckle laden in his voice. The truth was that I did feel better. Better than ever in fact! I wasn’t sure what it was, but the rush that I got from exposing myself to a complete stranger had me over the moon. I felt different, strong. In control. It felt amazing.

“So much better,” I said, a smile creeping across my face. “Thank you Dick.”

“Nice work in there,” he said with a smirk as the two of us headed toward his car parked just across the parking lot. My own little high followed me all the way into his passenger seat, practically bouncing as I imagined that poor waiter rushing to relieve himself after what he’d just seen.

“Where are we going now, Sir?” I asked, squirming against the seat, my pussy still completely drenched from our little game inside. A million thoughts raced through my head, imagining all the ways Richard could command me, the things he could make me do with just a word.

“Back to my place,” he said, turning the key in the ignition, the engine of his car roaring to life.

“Your place?” I asked. “What for?”

He didn’t answer, only gave me a crooked grin as he pulled out of the parking space and down the road back toward campus. I wasn’t sure why, but something had me nervous, though I knew I was safe so long as Richard was there.

All through the drive to Richard’s, I couldn’t stop thinking about how horny I was, my juices slickening my thighs to the point that I was almost uncomfortable. Richard drove so fast, barreling down the street like a racecar driver, weaving through traffic like we were being chased by armed thugs. I was scared and excited all at once, as he skidded through a turn before slowing down as we finally got to the campus. All the way through our drive, my stepbrother was totally silent, his eyes firmly on the road, though as we neared the college, I felt his hand sliding farther and farther up my thigh until the tips of his fingers were pushing up my skirt.

I let out a gasp just as we pulled into the space in front of an apartment structure that I could only assume belonged to Richard. I glanced at the setting sun, wondering if Becky would be worried if I didn’t meet her at the dorm.

“Out,” Richard said simply, opening up his own door as the lock for my own disengaged with a click. I obeyed, stepping out into the asphalt and following after him like a diligent little pet. Something about that idea only seemed to make this whole arrangement hotter. I bit my lip as we climbed the stairs to his dorm, anxious to see how my brother lived without the scrutinizing eyes of our parents watching over him.

“They let you have your own apartment?” I asked, watching as he undid the locks to the door.

“The perks of being the new star quarterback,” he said, turning around to smirk at me. God, how I wanted to kiss those lips, to hold his body against mine. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since the restaurant, my stomach still a storm of flittering butterfly wings. I was so nervous, so excited, so turned on that I swore that I would have fainted if I didn’t find some way to calm myself down.

“Step inside,” he ordered, moving out of the way as the door swung open, revealing a living room and a kitchen just beyond.

I did as I was told, standing just at the edge of the entry was as I heard Richard begin locking the doors behind us. Everything looks new, freshly painted walls and updated appliances—this was the kind of place you’d expect a really well-off bachelor to be living in, not a college quarterback.

“This place is gorgeous,” I whispered, turning to look at him. “You got all of this just from being on the team?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, “this is what I got for giving up Yale to come here.”

“What do you mean?”

“This was a bribe” he said, “something to sweeten the pot. When I called to tell them I was thinking about enrolling here instead of Yale, they threw some incentives my way. This apartment was one of them.”

“So you came here because they offered you more than Yale did?” I asked, somewhat crestfallen.

“No,” Richard said, turning toward me as he flipped the lights on. “I came here for you.”

I stared at him, glued to the spot and completely dumbstruck. For a moment it felt like my brain had completely shut off, error messages flashing all over my mind as it tried to figure out what exactly Richard had meant.

“What do you mean? You came here just to be closer to me?”

“More or less,” he said, shrugging one shoulder. “I didn’t feel right leaving.”

“I don’t understand… I thought you’d chosen Yale just to get the hell away from me?”

“No,” I said, taking a step closer. I could feel my heart in my throat again. “I didn’t come here because of missing my family. I came here because I wanted you.”

“Richard,” I whimpered, staring into his eyes.

“Dick, or Sir,” he growled. “Now, take everything off.”

“Yes, Dick,” I said, slipping my arms out from the torn confines of my blouse, casting in onto the floor before. A shiver ran through me, and I couldn’t decide whether it was from the cold, or the pure excitement of undressing in front of my stepbrother. I swallowed nervously, looking into his eyes as I began to undo the zipper of my skirt and slide it off of my hips until it crumpled at my feet just like my panties had done back in the restaurant.

“How long have you wanted this?” he asked, his eyes eating my up like a full course meal as I obediently began to unhook the back of my bra. I held the cups in place, clinging to one last little shred of my virtue before it slipped away.

“For almost a year,” I whispered, my voice weak as I watched his eyes focus onto my barely hidden breasts. “It started out innocent… and then I couldn’t stop getting wet at the thought of you, Sir.”

“Drop the bra,” Richard ordered, his voice hard and demanding; I couldn’t help but shiver and squirm.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, loosening my last hold on my innocence, and crossing the realm from fantasy into an almost unbelievable reality.

Richard stepped toward me, quickening my pulse once more as I stared into his eyes, transfixed by the hunger and desire burning just behind them. I let out a soft, simpering moan, my trembling body eager to feel his skin against my own.

“Are you wet for Dick?” he asked, smiling at his double entendre. His hand softly stroked across my hip before sliding between my th

ighs. I could feel the tips of his fingers dipping ever so slightly into the places I’d let no other man touch before. I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my lips, my head gently lolling back as he slipped a finger deeper into me.

“Yes, Sir!” I moaned. “I’m always soaked for you. I can’t help it. Every time I see you, I soak myself through. You make me want you so badly…”

Richard slid the rough tip of his index finger against my clit, sending another moan escaping my lips. I could feel my knees trembling, my mind slipping into a state of pure animal desire. I was so horny, and the only man I’d ever truly wanted was mere inches from my naked body. It was almost too much.