Offense & Defense

“Why?”

“I just can’t control myself with you around,” he admits, a hard edge to his voice. He really means it.

“And what if I don’t want you to control yourself?” The words are out of me before I can process what I’m truly saying.

“Kim… I drove to the bar because I couldn’t stop thinking of you. And then you kissed me… I want you, and I want you bad. I can’t think of anything else than taking you to that bed behind me and fucking you senselessly.”

Maybe I should just slap him, or turn on my heels and go to my room.

“Do it”, I whisper, losing myself in his eyes.

“You have ten seconds to get out of here, Kim, or else I will really do it.”

One chance.

One chance to turn and run, to escape. But no, all I do is stay here, letting the seconds fly by me and wishing time would go faster.

He’s on me in an instant, grabbing my wrists and pinning me against the wall. His face is just a few inches away from mine, and I can feel how hard he’s struggling to control his desire. To be honest, I’m struggling way harder than him. And failing even harder.

I feel his sweet breath on me, his lips ordering for me to kiss him… There’s a fire in me, and I have no idea how to control it. And, really, I don’t want to control it; I want it to take control of me, I want to surrender to him. The desire that runs through me is so overwhelming that I just know there’ll be no escape.

Stepbrother! He’s my stepbrother! I think, trying to stop myself from crossing that invisible line from where there’s no coming back. But I’m way past caring; so what if Cody’s family? There’s no blood between us. Is this that big of a sin? Even if it is, I don’t care. All that matters is that his body’s close, pressed against mine…

He leans into me, eyes locked on mine, grabbing both my arms over my head. His lips are an inch away from mine but still he doesn’t kiss me; he holds himself there, looking into me as if he knows there’s no coming back from this. I feel it too, and that’s why I need it.

“Cody…” I whisper under my breath, aching for his touch. Our lips brush then, the sweetest hold of lust and pleasure flooding my mind. I close my eyes, kissing him back, the tip of my tongue brushing against his wet lips. He opens his mouth and slides his tongue against mine, one of his hands letting go of my wrist and resting on my hip, pressing me against the wall. As I feel his long fingers on my waist, a warmness spreads through me, its focus between my thighs; I’m wet… Very, very wet. And I can’t help but wish his hand wasn’t on my thigh but between my legs instead, pressing against that maddening electricity that makes me pulse with desire.

I've never felt something like this; it’s a desire so strong, so fierce, that only now can I understand the way Alicia fell so hard for Derek.

Cody runs one hand through my hair, grabbing at the root and making me throw my head back against the wall, baring my neck to his mouth. He lays his lips against my skin, making it prickle, a fierce shiver going up my spine. Oh, if there’s a Heaven, this is it.

I let out a slight moan as he kisses my neck and jawline, both his hands now firmly on my hips. I feel his fingers travelling over the side of my body, and soon they are pushing down the straps of my dress. As he tugs on the fabric, I can feel my mind about to explode; I fight against the impulse to throw him back on the bed, undress in a hurry and jump on top of him. But I’m not about to ruin the moment, so I let him push my dress all the way down as slowly as he wants to. And slowly he goes, his fingers descending at the same patient r

hythm that he kisses my neck with.

My hands are on his back and under the rough fabric of his shirt, my fingertips running all over his muscled back, feeling the shape and contour of his muscles as he moves. Cody’s perfection itself, everything on his body a careful sculpture of what a man should be. But I’m not wet and insane with desire because of his body… No, he’s more than a perfect face and body; there’s something about my stepbrother that draws me in, much in the same way a moth is drawn to a flame. He’s wild and out of control, but behind his smirk and careless ways I can see something more… He could be so much more.

The back of my head hits the wall as he presses the palm of his hand over my thong, his fingers right over my pussy making me burn with desire. His touch is firm and yet gentle at the same time, much like Cody, it’s a mixture of contradicting features, which as a whole make it simply irresistible. In this moment, I want nothing more than to lie in bed and allow him to take me in whatever way he wants to.

“I want you so bad,” he whispers against my ear, the truth of it almost too much to bear. I want to tell him that I want him more, that I need him, that I want him to make me his, but all I manage to do is bury my fingernails in his skin and thrust my hips forward, my pussy pressing hard against his fingers.

I take my hands to his shirt and pull on it viciously, making the buttons pop out one by one rapidly. Wasting no time, I press the open palm of my hands against his toned chest and ripped abs. I feel the slow rise of his muscles under my fingers, savoring each bend and curve as if these are my last moments on Earth.

Letting go of my hips, his hands dart to my breasts, cupping them eagerly over my black lace bra. He squeezes them gently, my hard nipples struggling against the fabric and yearning to be let free. As if he could hear my thoughts, he pushes down the cup of the bra over my right nipple and, leaning into me, lays his lips over it, sucking softly. I can feel my nipple hardening even more inside his mouth as he laps with his tongue against it, tracing slow and seductive circles.

As he sucks, his hands go to my back and, finding the clasp of my bra, he undoes it, pushing it down my arms. I shiver, the cool air in the room caressing my breasts. In an instant his mouth goes from my right nipple to the left one, his lips wrapping themselves around it with care and, at the same time, with a kind of passionate fury. I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding his head in place as he kisses my nipples one at a time, his long gentle fingers squeezing at my breasts.

I bite my lower lip harshly, allowing a pleasure so new and intense to run through me like the first flames of a bonfire. If I’m already feeling like this I can’t begin to imagine how it’ll be like to have him inside of me… Especially because, if the rumors are real (and they seem to be), his cock is a wonder of nature. I know I should be somewhat afraid, but there isn’t a trace of it in me. There’s excitement, curiosity and unbridled desire, but no fear.

“I need you… I need you to fuck me,” I say softly against his ear. He stops kissing my breasts and, pulling out, rests his hands on my hips and looks straight into my eyes.

“I was dying to hear these words on your lips,” he breathes out, uncontrollable lust flickering behind his eyes. “One last chance, Kim.”

“No,” I shake my head. I don’t want a chance to back down. I want him.

He smiles at me. Not his usual grin or smirk—a smile. An honest to goodness smile. In it I see care and gentleness, something all the NY rumors never mentioned. He says nothing, but in his smile there are all the words I need to hear.

He grabs me by the hand and takes me to the bed; I sit there, looking up at him expectantly. He leans in, climbing on top of me, and lays his lips on mine. We kiss gently, our tongues dancing around each other as his body presses down on mine.