Dear Stepbrother, I Want You, Page 3

  “Come here,” he purred lowly, those eyes flashing at me as he crooked his finger one more time. “You’re not going anywhere, princess.”

  5

  Everly

  My body trembled as Channing’s piercing green eyes locked on me, his finger slowly curling as he beckoned me towards him.

  “I— I should get back—”

  “Why are you here, Everly?” he growled, stopping me as I started to turn for the door. I closed my eyes, a shaky breath rattling through me.

  “Just wanted to say hi to your stepbrother,” he let the word sizzle out like it was something scandalous. But then, in my mind, it was.

  “You decided to randomly skip school and come over here to Ken’s firm to just see how I was doing?”

  I turned, my nerves jangling as my heart pounded in my chest. “I— I don’t know, I—”

  “Yes you do.”

  The heat bloomed in my cheeks, and I tried to swallow back the lump that formed in my throat.

  “Channing—”

  “See, you know what I think, dear step-sister?” he purred, that cocky smirk on his face as his eyes blazed right into mine. “I don’t think you came here just to say hi.”

  “No, I did, I just—”

  “You forget how to use a cell phone, Everclear?”

  I blushed deeper, biting my lip between my teeth as my fingers rubbed together nervously.

  He doesn’t know. Of course he doesn’t.

  There was no way. He was just being Channing — just messing with me for skipping summer school. That was all. Anything else was just my dirty mind and guilty conscious playing tricks on me, I knew it.

  “So if that’s not it,” he stroked his chiseled jawline with his fingers. “I wonder,” his hand dropped to the jacket he’d draped over his office chair and slipped into the pocket. “Could it be…”

  His hand slipped out, my eyes went wide, and my whole world tilted on its axis.

  I was aware of Channing’s eyes fiercely locking on mine as he set the letter — my freaking letter — right there between us on top of his desk.

  “I was wondering if maybe you came here to talk about this, princess.”

  My whole body folded, my shoulders slumping and my heart sinking through the floor as I dropped my burning face into my hands. I could feel the tears start to well up when his voice cut through the roar in my ears.

  “Look at me,” he growled.

  I shook my head with it still buried in my hands.

  “Everly.” There was a softness to my name as he said it this time. “Look at me.”

  I swallowed, sniffing back the brim of tears as I slowly raised my head to face him. Our eyes locked, but where I was expecting anger, or for him just to make fun of me, I saw something else.

  Hunger.

  Raw, fierce, jaw-clenched tight, eyes blazing hunger.

  “Come here,” he growled, crooking his fingers again as he pushed away from his desk, still sitting in his chair.

  “Channing, I—” I shook my head. “That— it’s just this prank thing. I— I mean, it’s not—”

  “Come here,” his voice rumbled through the room, silencing me with a small gasp. The fierceness of his commanding voice sent something hot and tingling through me, making me shiver as something warm teased between my legs.

  And this time, I just nodded.

  Maybe I should elaborate about the letter. It wasn’t just me being all mushy about him, or even saying how I wanted him. It was…well, more specific than that.

  …Very, very specific. I’d poured out the darkest parts of my fantasies about him in that letter — every single filthy thing I wanted him to do to me, down to how I wanted him to talk to me, and tell me what to do. And he’d read it.

  So when the man I’d been lusting over for months looked me right in the eye over his big wooden desk, crooked his fingers and told me to “come here” with that growly, rough, dominant voice of his?

  Well, let’s just say, if I’d been wearing any panties, they’d be soaked. And it was about to be a real problem seeing as I wasn’t.

  Gingerly, my skin tingling and my tongue nervously wetting my lips, I stepped right up to his desk.

  “Here,” he growled, beckoning me around to the side he was sitting on. He pushed away from the desk a little more, and I all but gasped out loud as I brushed past him to stand facing him, with my ass against the edge of his desk.

  “Where did you find that?” I whispered, eyeing the letter in his hand. “That’s not—”

  “For me?” He smirked. “I think you’re lying.”

  “Am not.”

  “That why you came here, princess? To what, trap me here in my office? To seduce me?”

  My face burned fiercely, and as I felt the hot sting of shameful tears brimming at my eyes, I started to look down. But suddenly, with a gasp, I felt his hand touch my chin — his soft, powerful, strong fingers bruising my jaw as he tilted my head up.

  “Well you’ve got me here, princess,” he purred quietly. “So spring the trap.”

  I panted quietly, my heart hammering in my chest as this beautiful man looked right into my eyes with the promise of fulfilling every single dirty fantasy I had hanging right there like a tease.

  “I— I don’t…”

  I bit my lip, my skin shivering as his eyes burned into mine.

  “I don’t know how…” I whispered, trembling slightly under his fierce gaze.

  “Yes you do,” he growled. “You wanna know how to seduce me, Everly? You want to know how to spring the trap?”

  He rose, and I gasped as he moved right into me. His muscled hips pushed my legs apart as he moved right against me, pinning me to his desk. And when his hand slid from my jaw up into my hair and pulled it tight, I whimpered as I looked up into his fierce green eyes.

  “You know how to seduce me, princess,” he growled. “You just don’t know you know.”

  “Channing—”

  “The thing is, Everly,” he whispered heatedly, leaning in so his lips were millimeters from mine and making my whole body explode with anticipation as the hormones roared through me.

  “You seduce me every fucking day. You spring your damn trap on me every time I see you — every time I hear your voice, and every time I smell your shampoo after you’ve left a room.” He groaned as he moved right against me, my whole body trembling as I felt his big, muscled one pin me to the desk.

  “You’ve been seducing me for six fucking months, and now?” His body rumbled against mine, and when I felt the rock hard bulge between his legs press into my belly, I trembled.

  “And now, I’m done being seduced. Now, I’m going to take what you keep fucking teasing me with.”

  His lips crashed into mine, and my whole world tilted on its axis. Channing growled as his lips claimed mine, his hand sliding up my sides to grab me fiercely by the hips and yank me against his body. At first, I didn’t even know what to do — I was just stunned by what was happening. But slowly as the reality of it all sank deliciously into my skin, I felt myself melt into him. And suddenly, I was kissing him back.

  Channing. I was kissing Channing like I’d wanted to kiss him since the second I met him. Shivers ran down my spine, and the heat bloomed hot between my thighs as his strong hands held me firmly and his soft, perfect lips claimed mine. He kissed me for what felt like an eternity, before slowly, breathlessly, we came apart.

  “Sit,” he growled, pushing me back onto his desk as he stepped back. I scooted back onto his big wooden desk, my skirt riding high on my creamy thighs. I watched him swallow hard as his eyes twitched to the skin there as he groaned hungrily. He moved back, his eyes locked on me as he sank into his chair, watching me.

  This was it. This was my move, and this is what I'd been craving; what I'd been dreaming of, since seeing him there in my room. My mind was made up the minute I saw his naked cock with my panties wrapped around it, and it was culminating now.

  Slowly, I slid further back on
his desk until I was sitting on it. I kicked my mary-janes off and leaned back on my elbows, before slowly raising my crossed legs to let my feet rest on the edge of the desk. My breath came hard as I watched his jaw twitch and heard the growl low in his throat as his eyes dropped to the view beneath my skirt that was now wide and inviting to him. I felt my pulse race, the bra-less nipples under my shirt straining hard against the fabric as I felt his hungry eyes narrow in on my little pussy.

  “I think you forgot something today, princess,” he groaned, his hands clenching to fists on the arm rests of his chair.

  “Did I?” I breathed the words, swallowing the heat and the disbelief that this was really happening.

  His eyes dragged back up to mine, and they flashed fiercely.

  “I think you forgot panties today.”

  Slowly, I shook my head. “No I didn’t,” I whispered.

  Channing growled.

  “Enjoying the view?” I whispered breathlessly, my heart hammering at my chest as the object of my lust and love looked at the most private part of me with hunger on his face.

  “Because it’s for you,” I panted, my skin tingling under his gaze. God, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, knowing he was looking at me under my skirt.

  “It’s all for you.”

  “Careful,” Channing growled, his eyes pulling back to mine. I could see the vein in his neck throb as his whole muscled body clenched tight. I could only imagine the other parts of him growing firm and hard.

  “Careful of what?” I breathed.

  “You fucking know, Everly,” Channing said tightly. “You keep teasing me like this, and I’m not going to play nice.”

  “Maybe I don’t want you to play ni—”

  “I’m warning you, princess,” he groaned, his hands clenched tight on the armrests of his chair, like he was barely hanging onto his control. And the thought of him losing that control only made my whole body tingle even more, and made my heart race even faster.

  “Warning me about what?” I let the words drip from my lips, feeling sexier than I’d ever felt before. I could feel the heat of his gaze as his eyes dropped back between my legs, and slowly, I spread them wider. I was open completely to him then, my young, wet, pink pussy glistening in the soft light of his office.

  “Should I spread my legs a little more so you can see my tight little pussy, stepbrother?” I panted, feeling like I was in a dream as words I’d never even imagined I could say out loud came tumbling out. “I know you like my panties so much, so I hope it’s okay that I didn’t wear any today.”

  I watched his breath catch and his eyes flash as he realized what I was saying.

  “You watched me, huh?”

  I nodded, panting as I spread my legs as wide as they could. My skirt slid up my thighs, pooling at my waist as I let him see all of me.

  “Dirty girl,” Channing growled. “What a dirty, bad little fucking girl, watching her stepbrother jerk his big cock.”

  I whimpered, my eyes dropping to the huge bulge in pants.

  “Who’s the dirty one here?” I whimpered. “All I see is dirty stepbrother who was going through his step-sister’s panty drawer while he jerked off.”

  He groaned audibly, his hands gripping at the armrests of his chair and his forearms straining beneath his rolled sleeves.

  “Oh, I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable,” I teased breathlessly. “You look pretty flustered over there.”

  My heart was pounding now as I continued my seduction. The time for turning back and returning to our normal day-to-day was long, long gone. Really, it'd be gone the second I poked my head around that bedroom doorway and saw him stroking his cock. But it was certainly gone when I'd shown my stepbrother my pussy, sitting in front of him on the edge of his desk.

  “I think you liked watching me, Channing,” I whispered. “That day when you were in my room stroking your cock—”

  “Fuck, princess,” he groaned.

  “Yes?” I said as sweetly as I could.

  “You’ve got some dirty words for a sweet little girl.”

  “Maybe I’m not so sweet,” I breathed

  “I’ll be the judge of that,” he growled. “But I’ve got money on you being sweet as fucking candy.” His eyes dropped back between my legs, and I whimpered softly.

  “Do you like my little pussy, stepbrother?” My voice was quiet and full of my lust. I chewed at my lip, watching him groan and tense as he slowly, almost unconsciously leaned closer towards me. I could feel his breath on my knee, and it sent a hot flush racing through my body. I felt my own desire flood through my folds as I watched his face groan in desire. Channing’s jaw tightened and he swallowed hard, and an almost dark, fierce look shadowed his eyes as he leaned closer still, his eyes locked on my cunt. His hand gripped at his thigh, the tension there apparent as the bulge between his legs throbbed in his pants.

  “Can you take it out?” I whispered to him. “I won't tell anyone. I just want to see it again.”

  Channing grinned hungrily as his eyes burned into mine.

  “First,” he growled. “First I’m going to watch you run your fingers over that tight little cunt. First, I want to watch your face when your finger tease that naughty little pussy. And then, maybe I’ll show you.”

  “Channing—”

  “Show me how bad you can be, princes,” he groaned, his eyes blazing into mine. “Spread that little pussy wide and show me how bad you want it.”

  Like they had a mind of their own, my hands slid the rest of the way down my thighs. And when my fingers brushed over my slick, aching pussy, the cry tumbled from my lips. You’d have thought I’d have my eyes squeezed shut or something, but somehow, they stayed open — open and locked on Channing as my fingers teased over my slit.

  I ran two fingers through my wet, puffy lips, dragging the sticky wetness up. And when they rolled over my clit, I cried out, my body arching as the pleasure exploded through me.

  “Just like that, princess,” Channing groaned. His hand closed around the huge bulge in his pants, stroking his cock through them as he watched me. “Play with that clit, Everly. Play with that pretty pussy for me.”

  I whimpered, rubbing my fingers over my clit and panting as he watched me and stroked his cock through his pants. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing what I was doing, but I knew I never wanted to stop. I pushed my fingers lower, and when I slid one deep inside my slick, tight pussy, Channing groaned hungrily,

  “Fuck, Everly” he grunted, his eyes blazing green fire as he stroked his big thick bulge.

  “Take it out, please?” My eyes were pleading as my fingers pushed through my lips, the slick, wet, sounds of it drifting up to both our ears.

  With a growl, he gave in. With no preamble, nothing teased, nothing paced out, he tore at his belt and jerked the zipper of his pants roughly down. I moaned as I watched Channing push his hand inside, groan, and then pull at the elastic of his boxer-briefs. He pulled his hand back out, and this time I moaned loudly as I saw it — his thick, throbbing, huge cock, with his fist wrapped tightly around it. He groaned as he gave it a slow stroke up and down, shoving his boxers down his thighs and letting me see all of his big, gorgeous cock and his heavy, cum-filled balls.

  I’d seen it once, but oh my God was he big. I whimpered, pushing my finger slowly in and out of my pussy as I watched his thick shaft pulsing and twitching in his hand as he gripped it tightly towards the base. Clear fluid pooled at the top, leaking from the head and trickling down in a small rivulets over the hot and veined skin of him. He slid his hand up and down, coating his shaft in the sticky, glistening liquid.

  “Oh fuck, Channing,” I gasped, my fingers plunging into my pussy as I watched him jerk his dick between my spread knees. “Play with it for me, please. Watch me while you stroke it.”

  He groaned deeply, nodded his head slowly with his gaze hard and unblinking on my pink slit, watching my fingers plunge in and out of my tight opening.

  “
Fuck, Everly,” he groaned. “Fuck your pussy is just as fucking beautiful as I knew it’d be. All of you is just as fucking gorgeous as I knew it’d be. And princess?” His eyes dragged up to my eyes. “It’s all mine now.”

  “All yours,” I gasped, my fingers moving faster and my blood running hot like fire as he stroked himself.

  He leaned even closer, his head between my knees, his face merely a foot or two, maybe less, in front of my spread lips. I could feel his breath, warm and ticklish across my wetness as he breathed.

  “Give me your hand, princess,” he groaned.

  I nodded like I was in a dream, slowly sliding my hand from between my legs. Channing reached out and caught my wrist, and my breath as he pulled my fingers towards him. He opened his mouth, sucked my fingers inside, and then moaned around them,

  …And my whole body wanted to explode from just that alone.

  Channing growled around my fingers, his tongue licking them clean and sending lightning through my core before he pulled them from his lips.

  “That was just a taste,” he groaned, looking up into my eyes. “And now, I’ll take the rest of it.”

  His mouth closed the distance between us in a flash, and I gasped at the ferocity in which his lips and his tongue found my sensitive pussy.

  Oh. My. God.

  It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was nothing I’d ever felt before, actually. I’d never let any boy touch me there, and when Channing’s mouth found my pussy, I saw stars. I threw my head back, soft, mewling moans escaping my throat as his tongue dragged through my soft, sticky lips. He pushed his tongue deep inside, making me bury my mouth in the crook of my arm to hide the scream of pure pleasure that shattered through me. His tongue dragged higher, teasing over my clit and making my whole body tremble as his growls rumbled through me.

  I sucked in choking gasps of air, my hands splaying out behind me to steady myself as he gripped at my thighs, spreading my legs wide atop his thick wooden desk. His mouth worked wonders on my dripping pussy, making the pleasure shudder through my body.