Save Me: a Stepbrother Romance (21 page)

“I didn’t attack him.”

His eyes opened, suddenly furious.  “Did he come after you?  Is that why you had to hit him?”

“No.”

“Then why?”

“He…. Well….”  I rubbed the back of my neck.  “He was talking shit about you.  I couldn’t let him get away with that.”

His eyes rolled dramatically, and he fell back on the pillows.  “Nat.  You can’t do that.”

“I couldn’t let him lie about you.”

“Natalie, it doesn’t matter.  I’m fine.  He can’t get to me anymore.  But you?  He’s obsessed with you.  You’re just hurting yourself by trying to defend me.  I’m not worth defending.”

“Don’t say that.  You’re always worth defending.”

He groaned.  “Just please promise me you’ll stay away from him, Nat.”

I was silent.

“For me.”

I sighed.  “Oh, fine.  Alright.  Ugh.”

“You’re so dramatic, sweetheart,” he said, cradling my chin again.  He rolled on top of me as he kissed me, his hands resting softly on my waist.  His knee rested between my legs, reminding me of that first night that we had kissed.  Really, really kissed.  The first night I realized I had feelings for him.

“Cal,” I moaned against his mouth.

His hands tightened on my waist, and he let the weight of his body press me into the mattress. 

“I know, sweetheart.  I’ve missed you too.”

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, knotting my fingers in his hair.  He growled a deep, primal sound as he kissed me, reacting to my little moans.  His tongue searched my mouth. 

“Do you … do you want…” he groaned.  He couldn’t push out the whole sentence.  His hands shook where they held me, and his breathing was ragged with need.

“Yes,” I whimpered.  “I need it.”

“
Fuck
, you have no idea,” he growled raggedly.  “No
fucking
idea what you do to me… when you make those noises, Nat… fuck.”  His hips grinded into mine.  My panties were soaked already.  “I just … God, I need you, sweetheart.”

“Take me.  I’m yours.”

“Oh sweetheart…”

“I need you, Cal,” I breathed into his mouth.

His fingers found the waist of my pajama pants again and pulled them down.  His eyes searched my face and his mouth kissed my hungrily.  His hands fumbled as he pulled down my panties, too distracted by his burning need for me.

“Spread your legs,” he growled.

How could I resist him?  With his delicious lips against mine, his stubble scraping my cheek, his fingers feeling their way into my wet panties and pressing against my clit?  My head fell back helpless as his hands pulled my thighs apart.  His head disappeared down between my legs.

“Cal!” I cried in a sob of passion as his tongue flicked against my clit.  His delicious, dark chuckle vibrated against me.

“That’s it, sweetheart.  Tell me how good you feel.”

“Oh
Goooood
.” 

The flat of his tongue stroked against me, slow and gentle.  I couldn’t stand it—I needed him to make me his, to just ravage me hard and fast. 

But he knew that.  Which was why we were going slow.  He loved to tease me.

Damn him, I thought. 

Until his tongue slipped inside me, and I couldn’t think anything.

“Don’t stop!” I whimpered.  His tongue lashed against me harder now, sensing my urgency.  He drank me deep, exploring every inch of my pussy before coming back to my clit and sucking hard.  Helpless whimpers escaped my lips.

“Put your fingers in my hair, sweetheart,” he ordered.  “Pull my hair.  Let me know how much you fucking need me.” 

I obeyed, and he gasped.  “Oh,
fuck
!” 

His sucked harder on my clit.  His arms wrapped around my thighs, forcing my pussy onto his face.  I panted and squirmed underneath him, but there was no use.  Cal wouldn’t let me go until I came for him.

Hard.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he growled.  “Fuck, I can taste it.  I know you are, baby.  I’m going to lick an orgasm out of that sweet little clit.”

I couldn’t answer.  It was too much.  The tension in my body was rising, tightening, growing too intense to handle.  I needed release.  I pulled Cal’s hair, and his tongue whipped against my clit harder. 

So close, so close….

“Say my name when you cum,” he growled.

It pushed me over the edge.

“Cal!” I cried in a strangled moan. 

Cal’s fingers bit into my thighs, forcing me to stay on his mouth as I writhed against him.  His tongue invaded me, and he sucked hard on my clit.  “That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned.  “Cum on my mouth.  Let me taste it.  Don’t stop.”

My fingers shook as I came, pulling Cal against me by his hair.  His tongue kept working me, stretching my orgasm out for longer than I had ever experienced.  I rode the wave on Cal’s tongue, blinded by the pleasure of it. 
I love him so much
, I thought to myself helplessly.  That realization was the only thing I felt stronger than the pleasure from coming. 

I love him, I love him, fuck this feels good, I love him.

By the time it was over, I was a gasping, heaving mess on the bed.  Cal’s tongue kept stroking me in long, soft licks that brought me down from the high, back to a soft bed of unimaginable pleasure.  His head rose from between my thighs, his face still glistening with my wetness.

“Was it good, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.  God, how could it not be?  I wanted desperately to reach over and kiss him, but I couldn’t find the strength to sit up.  He was good.  So, so good.  He had totally knocked me out.  I could barely find the strength to breathe.

Cal’s arms wrapped around me again as he pressed his lips to mine.  I could feel his cock straining against his jeans as I pressed his body against me.  I needed it, I realized.  I needed him, and I needed all of him.  His mouth, his kisses, his cock.  I needed him so fiercely I thought I might die.

“Please, Cal,” I groaned.  “Fuck me.”

“No.”

“Please!” I whimpered. 

“Sweetheart,” he groaned. 

He grabbed my hands, stopping me from ripping the zipper of his jeans down. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.  Please, Cal.  I need you.” 

“Oh,
fuck
, Nat.”

I grabbed his hair and forced his mouth onto mine.  He kissed me eagerly, hungrily, tasting every inch of me. 

“Please,” I moaned into his ear.  “I
need
you.”

He looked at me helplessly. 

“You know I can’t say no to you,” he said into my neck, shaking his head.  He leaned back and reached for his zipper.  “Lay back on the bed.  Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

I let my head fall on the pillows, my soft golden curls fanning out in a halo around my head.  Cal pulled a condom from inside his coat jacket, and a giggle bubbled out of me as I remembered the condom he had stuffed in my trumpet years ago as a childhood bully.  He raised an eyebrow. 

“You can’t laugh at it if you haven’t even seen it yet,” he said, working the button on his jeans. 

“You’re ridicu—oh.”

Cal pulled his cock out from his jeans, already hard and dripping for me.  Jesus.  He was big.

My eyes traveled from his jeans to his eyes.  His eyebrow was still cocked, but there was a knowing smile on his lips.

“Something wrong, Nat?”

“Shut up.”

“Love you too, sweetheart,” he said, rolling the condom on.  I pressed my eyes shut.  The initial mouth-watering surprise at his cock was being replaced by a tiny shiver of fear.  This might hurt.  But at the same time, there was no way in hell I was letting Cal Gatlin know about my little “inexperience” problem.  I’d be hearing cherry jokes for the next fifty years.

I bit my lip as Cal’s strong hands spread my thighs, leaving me helplessly open to him. 

“Jesus, Nat,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me again.  His mouth moved down to my right breast, sucking hard on the nipple.  “You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart.”

I groaned as his cock pressed into my leg, hard and warm.  Aching to fuck me.  One of Cal’s fingers slid inside me.

“Oh God!”

Cal’s tongue flicked against my nipple.  I gasped again.  His finger was working my clit, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.  I needed his cock inside me before I came. 

“Please, just fuck me.”

“You want it?”

“Yes!”

He positioned himself between my legs and pressed the head of his cock against me.  I whimpered, and one of my shaking hands grabbed a fistful of the sheets.

“Fuck, Nat, you feel so good.”

“I need you, Cal.”

“I know, sweetheart.  But let’s go slow.”

He grinded his hips into me.  My eyes rolled back into my head as the moans flowed out from my lips.  Cal’s fingers drifted over my thigh before pulling my leg around him.

His thumb pressed against my clit.

Too much, too close!  I needed him now, before he pushed me over the edge again.  I wanted to cum with him.  I needed it.

“Cal!”

“Tell me what you need, baby.”

“I need you!”

“How do you need me?”

“I need you inside me!”

He leaned forward, his cock still positioned at my entrance.  His eyes locked with mine, and he bit his gorgeous lower lip hard.  “Tell me, Nat,” he growled, his face only an inch from mine.  “Say it louder.  I can’t hear you, baby.”

“I need you, Cal,” I gasped.  He kissed me. 

“Need me how?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

His lips pulled back into a cruel grin. 

“No.”

My eyes fluttered open.  Cal hovered above me, the weight of his body pressing me into the soft sheets and his warm skin caressing every inch of my own.  His thumb pressed hard circles into my clit faster, and little sparks of electricity were already surging through my veins.  I felt his cock pressing into me, just enough to tease me, not enough to give me the satisfaction I was desperate for.  I looked into his eyes.

“Why?” I whimpered.

“I told you Nat.”  Another kiss on the neck.  I could feel his shit-eating grin against the pulse in my throat.  He pressed his lips to my ear.  “I can’t fuck you.”

I gave him a questioning look.  He smiled triumphantly and leaned forward, pressing his forehead to mine.  I could taste his delicious breath, and I ached to feel his tongue in my mouth. 

“I’m going to make love to you.”

Oh God.

He had been sexy before.  Then, I wanted him.