Redeemed Book 2: A Military Stepbrother Romance (3 page)

The things this man could do to me with a look! They were only surpassed by what he could do to me with his tongue, and even that paled in comparison to what he could do to me with that cock of his. If I could hold on long enough, past all of his teasing, he’d give it to me.

After a minute or so paying attention to my covered breasts with just his tongue, Harrison added a hand to the mix, cupping and squeezing the one he wasn’t teasing with his mouth. I moaned, pushing my chest out toward him even more, with renewed vigor.

“Please, Harrison, don’t tease me anymore. I need it.” With a grunt, Harrison moved lower, abandoning my breasts and causing me to raise my head and look down across my body as Harrison moved his focus slowly south toward my stomach and pussy. I groaned in pleasurable frustration.

He didn’t say anything, just licked a line across my stomach, nearly approaching tickling but never quite getting there, and staying just on this side of feeling good. After he moved lower, his hot breath teased where he’d just licked, and I moaned out loud, shocked at the pleasurable sensations just something as simple as breathing on skin could produce.

I raised my hands and held Harrison’s head as he moved lower, his tongue getting to my panties. This time I wasn’t going to let him just tease me over my underwear and leave me hanging like that, so I let go of his head for just long enough to reach down and slide my panties off my ass and down legs.
 

Harrison looked back up at me with a smile. “Couldn’t wait any longer, could you?”

I fixed back on his smile, feeling his hand take over and pull my panties totally off, freeing my hands to clash around his head again. “Shut up, you’ve teased me enough. Please, Harrison…” I couldn’t even vocalize what I needed but I hoped the urgency would be clear in it.

It was. Harrison blew me a kiss and went to work, his head moving down toward my now-uncovered pussy with a fervor that made me blush and moan at the same time. Harrison licked my exposed and hard clit with a gentleness that made me sigh and alternate between watching him work that magic tongue of his and close my eyes and sink back into the bed, oblivious to all else that surrounded me.

After a few moments I lifted my legs, bending them at the knees and raising them out to give Harrison a better angle at me, and he took full advantage, renewing his pressing against my clit with his tongue and soon I felt one of his fingers enter me. “Oh,” I let out, unable to control myself, “oh, that feels so nice.”

Harrison made a sound but I didn’t know if it was words. At this point I was in no position to try and figure that out. Harrison’s finger pushed into me easily, I was so wet and turned on by now, he could have slid his entire cock inside in one thrust with minimal pain despite his size. I felt his finger exploring me, teasing me in various places, almost like he was testing what would get the best response.

He managed to hit the right spot, just off from the center, and deep inside, and I practically jumped out of my skin. “That’s it!” I gushed, “That’s the spot right there!” I felt Harrison nod and he kept his fingers there, teasing around the spot and ever so often rolling the tip of his finger across it. I yelped out in pleasure every time, and tried to thrust my lower body even closer as hard as I could. I was being greedy, but I didn’t care; it felt so good and I need more of it.

He kept on teasing me like that, with his finger inside me and his tongue writing love letters on my clit, taking me higher and higher, closer to orgasm, till I couldn’t take it anymore, and I let him throw me over the edge of oblivion into the rush of bliss. I clutched at his head, pulling him away when my body got too sensitive, and feeling him resist as he tried to eke out every last moment of pleasure he could from me. Finally I just let him go and convulsed against the bed as he kept on going, bringing me crashing down from the rocks in little pieces.

I was soaked; I didn’t know where my body ended and the rest of existence began. I could only slowly gather myself back together and try to begin comprehending again. When I finally opened my eyes and looked down, Harrison stared back up at me, a thoughtful look on his face.

“Had fun?”

“You know I did. That felt amazing.”
 

“I could tell, I just like to ask.”

“Jerk.” I swatted at him, but in my current nearly-incapacitated-from-post-orgasmic-convulsions I couldn’t really put much effort behind the swing, and he ducked away from it easily. “You just want me to stroke your ego. ‘Oh Harrison, you’re so good at that’” I made an exaggerating squeaky high voice, pretending to be all those other girls as one.

“You know, it does sound nice when you put it that way. But…” he said as he raised his head to mine, trailing his tongue across my body and raising little shudders in me as he did so. He whispered into my ear, his breath again pushing my hair out of the way. “I was kinda thinking you might want to stroke something else of mine instead of just my ego.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?” I said, as coyly as a girl could be when coming down off the biggest orgasm since…last night’s orgasm. I waited with baited breath for what Harrison would say next.

Instead of replying, he just took one of my hands in his and lowered them both to the outline of his hard cock, still pressing against his briefs. He looked at me and winked.

“I see what you’re saying and I understand, despite all the flowery and confusing language you’re using,” I started, rubbing his cock and marveling again at both its size and how easily he fit it into me. “There’s just one problem with your request.”

“Oh?” Harrison furrowed his brow. I loved how sexy he looked when he did that. He was clearly a born problem solver and loved nothing more than figuring out what was wrong and then deciding on a plan to fix it, and I could tell he was already gearing up to overcome whatever objection I could come up with.

So I decided to hit him with a doozy, pulling his head back down to me with my free hand so I could whisper in his ear for a change. “The problem is,” I teased with a light breath, letting the moment linger. Harrison listened intently, focusing entirely on me, and I said nothing until I thought it was bordering on cruelty. “You’re still wearing too much clothing.”

I watched Harrison flush, and he turned to face me, kissing me hard and pushing his face into mine. “That,” he whispered in between long kisses that shook me to my core, “is a problem I am uniquely qualified to solve.”

“I thought as much. Get to it, soldier.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Without his eyes leaving mine, Harrison propped himself up on one strong hand, letting me run my fingers up and down, feeling each strand of corded muscle contained therein, while he used his other hand to quickly get rid of his pesky boxer briefs, freeing me to see his massive hard cock for the first, well, second time in light. The first time didn’t count, though, because, you know, it was in a bathroom and we hated each other. I tried not to remind myself that that was less than 24 hours earlier.

Harrison’s cock was magnificent. If there was a way for every fantasy a girl ever had about male anatomy to be rolled up into one representative of all of them, the perfect cock, Harrison’s was as close to what I assumed it would look like. Even though I was exhausted and I’d just had an an orgasm that ranked up there with the best in my life, the sight of Harrison’s cock looming above my pussy like that brought me all the way back, ready to go again.

Harrison watched my fangirl response with an amused expression on his face. “Like what you see?” He said, when I finally managed to tear my gaze away from his cock to be more polite and stare at his beautiful face.

“You know I do.”

“Are you ready?”

I laughed, breaking all the sexual tension in the room with a hammer and sweeping it away with a dustpan, never to be seen again. “Yes, Harrison, I’m ready. I’m so ready. Please!” I looked at him with pleading eyes, not too thrilled with how easy I was making it, but totally carried away with how much I wanted him inside me.

“Alrighty then,” was all he said, leaning down to plant kisses on my neck and shoulders. “But first….”

“Come onnnn, Harrison,” I moaned, “what is it now?”

“You’re still wearing too much clothing.”
 

He was right, I still had my bra on. I pressed back against him, snaking my hands around my back as quickly as I could and unclasped it, slipping the straps off my shoulders, and finally exposing my breasts. As it to underscore the point instead of throwing the bra away, I handed it to Harrison, sticking my tongue out at him at the same time.

“Brat.” He took great care to place my bra on the floor, as if such crazy contraptions confused him and were worthy of specific attention and focus. Boys were so funny.

“You love it.”

“I just might.” He came back in for more kisses, this time lowering his entire body onto me rather than just his face, and I felt the heat of his torso envelop me, press me down into the mattress. I wrapped my legs around him, and pulled him into me.

Harrison pushed his cock into me, slowly at first, feeling me stretch out around his thickness, and I gasped as he entered. We looked at each other, Harrison watching me for signs I was in too much pain, but after a moment I nodded to him and tightened my legs, giving him the go-ahead to push in further. He kept going and after a few seconds he was all the way inside me.

I let out a long and low moan, feeling overwhelmed by the pressure I felt inside my pussy from his long cock, all the way in. Harrison paused there, letting me get used to having his entire length in once again. I nodded again, and he pulled out, slowly, till just the tip stayed in me, and then started pushing back in.

We got into a rhythm, slow at first, tentative, but picking up speed and force as we settled into the natural pulse of fucking. Harrison broke eye contact to move his head down and lick my nipples, bringing out another gasp from me. With his hand he teased my other nipple, managing to keep thrusting in and out of me and meeting my pussy at the same time.

We moved like that together, back and forth, in and out, while we both learned what each other liked. I desperately wanted to please him, to give him something in return for the earth shattering orgasm he’d already given me, but Harrison didn’t let on that there was anything else I could do. He seemed content to suck on my tits and slide his cock into me; who was I to complain?

Suddenly, Harrison pushed himself back and off me. I felt his cock leave me, and my eyes fell open in surprise at the vacuum it created. I unclasped my legs and let them fall to my side, looks up at him.

 
“Where are you going?” I asked, as I immediately felt the physical connection between us break. Our legs still touched as he stood up, and I grasped at him, wanting him back on top of me. Harrison didn’t say anything, and I didn’t press the issue.
 

I was still getting used to his technique, and so far everything he’d done had felt incredible - if he wanted to take a break, I was OK with that. I closed my eyes and leaned back in bed, reveling in the softness of my sheets and how comfortable I was.
 

Finally, I opened my eyes and saw Harrison fiddling with my window. “Too hot in here?” I couldn’t wait till he came back to me. I watched his hard cock, and needed to get it back inside me again.

He grinned. “Yeah, I know, it’s the winter and we have the heat on, but I wanted just a little bit of fresh air, you know? All this physical exertion of you seducing me like this…”

“What? I seduced you?!” I threw a pillow at him, but he caught it in one hand with a laugh and let it drop to the floor.

“Good aim. Doesn’t change what’s going on here. You were irresistible and you know it, using all your feminine wiles…”

“I know of no such wiles!”
 

But Harrison didn’t look like he was paying attention anymore. I sat up from the bed, holding one hand below my breasts in a strange combination of support and suddenly-appearing modesty.

Clearly focused on something outside, Harrison just stared out the window, all traces of the happiness and lust he’d been showing just a few seconds before draining out of his face in a flash.

I took the opportunity to get a long look at his sexy body - it wasn’t every time that he wasn’t wearing clothing but wasn’t focused on me. He stood like a statue, something from a great master’s touch

“What is it?”

He didn’t speak. A chill passed through me, making me shiver, and I was about to tell Harrison to shut the window again and come back to warm me up when I realized he’d never opened it.

“Harrison, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

He kept looking out the window, saying nothing.

I pushed myself forward; if he wasn’t going to say anything and tell me what was so interesting outside, I’d come and look for myself.

My foot hit the soft carpet of the floor, but still cold to the touch, when I heard a loud noise coming from downstairs.

Again, the same noise.

Someone was pounding on the front door of our house.

I froze in place, one leg still on the bed, looking up at Harrison, still looking out the window.
 

“We’re not expecting anyone tonight, are we?” Our parents were out for the evening, and I daresay Harrison would have told me if he had plans tonight that didn’t involve me.

Was it another girl? I balled up my fists in preparation, and I could feel myself starting to get angry, my hackles rising out of control. How dare he have another girl come to this house after all he’d said to me earlier, after all we’d just done. I must have looked so angry in that moment as I stared him down, just daring him to come up with some sort of excuse, some way to spin the situation that somehow wasn’t so bad as I was making it out to be.

Finally, Harrison turned to face me, as the pounding on the front door below continued. His face looked tired and all the excitement he’d shone a minute earlier when we were back in bed was gone, replaced by a grim determination that I hadn’t seen on him before. I’m guessing it was a look he’d learned and perfected in the military, and despite how sexy he looked no matter what, it wasn’t something I wanted to see on him more than absolutely necessary.