Cockney:A Stepbrother Romance(28)

She smirks. "Bossy much-"         

     



 



"Now, sweetheart."



She bites her lip, her eyes flashing at me, "You just love to tell me what to do don't you?"



Her shirt's still on and I step back against her, my eyes searing right into hers.



"Yeah, I do," I growl. I reach between her legs and she moans as my hand  slides across her mound through her pants and panties, "And you fucking  love it when I tell you what to do."



She gasps and slowly nods as her eyes lock on mine, her lips trembling  as I slowly rub my hand between her legs and lean into her neck. "Take  of the damn shirt," I husk into her ear, nipping at the skin there.



She does, one tantalizing button at a time, and you would never know a fucking chef's coat could look so hot coming off.



I drop my pants right there. I'm rock fucking hard, and I can't help but  grin when look up to see her just staring at it with her mouth slightly  parted.



"Pants," I say. She bites her lip and starts to pull them down, but I  shake my head, "Turn around and do it," I say, my voice thick with lust.



She arches a brow at me, but then she nods slowly as she turns and  arches her back a little. I groan as she looks over her shoulder at me  and starts to peel her kitchen pants down over the sweet curve of her  ass. Her thong comes peeling off with them, slipping out from between  those glorious cheeks. Chloe steps out of the pants and slowly turns,  and she's fucking breathtaking. I've leaned back against the shelves of  bottles behind me, and am just looking at her like that, I wrap my hand  around my shaft and start to stroke. She's looking at me shyly, and the  look is so fucking sensual and so fucking erotic in the low light of the  wine cellar that I can feel my cock pulse just looking at her.



She bites her lip, her chest rising and falling as she watches me and  leans against the shelves behind her, directly opposite me with her legs  slightly spread.



"Touch yourself," I growl, my eyes meeting hers. She blinks and swallows  heavily, but then she's nodding quietly as she watches me stroke my  cock. Her hand slowly slides down her stomach, down further until she's  sliding her fingers between her cleft and moaning at the contact.



I groan as I watch her fingers delve deep, and when I raise my eyes to  see her eyes flutter shut and her head tilt back in ecstasy, I know I  can't even pretend to hold back anymore. I need her - all of her - right  fucking now.



I move across the divide between us, towards her, my hand still wrapped  around my cock. She moans into my mouth as I kiss her, her fingers still  stroking her slit and the head of my cock trailing across her thigh as I  stroke myself.



"And now, luv," I say quietly, nipping at her bottom lip, "Now you're  gonna sit on those wine crates and spread your legs, and I'm going to  lick this sweet little pussy until you come on my tongue."



Her eyes go wide as she gasps at my words, but she does what she's told.  She's eyeing me, hungrily and coyly as she gently pushes me away from  her and brushes past me to the stack of wine crates behind me where I've  strewn my chef's coat. She sits, legs together as she looks up into my  eyes before slowly, she spreads them wide for me.



Oh fuck yes.



I'm hotter and harder and more hungry for this than I can ever fucking  remember being for any girl ever. I can feel my heart pounding hard  enough to punch through my chest as I kneel between her legs, run my  hands up her thighs, and lean in to inhale her scent.



Chloe cries out when my tongue laps against her folds, delving deep  between her lips to taste her nectar. She's honey sweet and perfect on  my lips, and I drink deeply. My hands clutch her thighs, pushing her  legs wide apart as I swirl my tongue around her clit.



She's moaning as she melts under my touch, her eyes fluttering shut and  her head dropping back as her hand goes to my hair, holding me tight  against her pussy.



"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" She's gasping, whimpering and moaning under  my tongue, and knowing that I'm going to make her come this quick fuels  me on. I slide a finger against her opening, pushing it inside to curl  against the spot just inside as my lips wrap around her clit. She's  breathing faster and faster, her sweet little moans coming quicker and  louder and more instantly, and when my tongue starts to flick against  her clit like the staccato of her heartbeat, she erupts against my face.



She's panting as I stand and grin at her; "And now, luv, I'm going to fuck that sweet pu-"



"Not so fast."



I arch my brow, seeing that mischievous look in her eyes.



"Listen, bossy, now it's my turn," she says, her voice thick with lust and her face flushed from her orgasm.



"Excuse me?"



"Oy," she says, her voice dramatically low and marbled with a fake  English accent; "Now you're gonna sit on those crates and spread your  legs-"



"Oh, funny; right, that's me is it?"



She grins impishly up at me.



"Luv, spread those legs so-"



"Yeah, no," she says, standing and slinking herself against me. She  reaches down and curls her fingers around my cock as she presses her  lips to mine. "Now it's my turn to be bossy," she whispers into my  mouth.



She pushes me then - fuckin' pushes me - and I'm stumbling backwards  into the wine shelf. And suddenly she's sliding to her knees in front of  me as my lips spread in a grin. Yeah, there's a sight I've been fucking  dying to see. She looks up at me, an unearthly mix of innocence and sin  as she opens her mouth, leans forward and presses her full lips against  the crown of my cock. I groan as her tongue slides up the underside of  my shaft, and my whole world starts to melt around me. When her lips  wrap around my head, it's like heaven, and when she slides as much of me  as she can inside her hot little mouth and teases the underside with  her tongue, I'm seeing fucking stars.



Chloe wraps one hand around my shaft and starts to tease my balls with  the fingertips of the other. And I'm groaning as she starts to slide her  mouth up and down my cock. I grunt and slide my hands into her hair.  She moans at my direction, and I groan, loving that she likes me  dominating her a little like this.



Her mouth is utter fucking bliss, and I know I could explode in a second  if she keeps this up. But fuck, I need her. As much as I want to fill  her sweet mouth with my cum, I need to feel her come around me as I fill  her with my cock.



I gently pull her off my cock and pull her up to kiss her deeply. I'm  spinning us around, pushing her back against the wine rack as I yank her  leg up to my hip. She whimpers as I rub my cock again her clit, kissing  me fiercely and clutching at my back with her fingers. My cock slides  down to nestle wetly against her slick entrance, and she looks up at me  briefly, a questioning look on her face.



"I want you bare and wet on my cock, sweetheart," I growl into her ear;  "I want to feel you come without anything between us." She's biting her  lip and undulating her hips. She wants this as much as I do, but I know  she's holding back, and she's got every right to.



"Oliver-"



"I've never not used one, luv," I say quietly, pressing my lips to hers  and breathing in the scent of her hair. I pull back and level my eyes at  her, "Do you trust me?"



The question means infinitely more than just what it says on the  surface, and we both know it. But it all hangs on her answer; all of it.



Her hands slide up to the back of my head, and she pulls me close as her  lips brush tantalizingly against my ear. "I want you to fuck me hard  and fuck me bare," she husks into my ear as she reaches down and strokes  my cock against her opening. "And I want to feel it when you fill me  with every drop."



I groan as she pulls me against her opening, slowly rocking her hips forward so that the head slips just inside.



"Yes, Oliver," she says, gasping slightly as she stretches around me, "Yes, I trust you."



I growl as I push in, and she cries out as I drive deep inside of her  until every inch of me is buried in her heat. She's so fucking hot, and  impossibly tight like a glove, and I feel her milking me as I fight to  hang onto my sanity.



Chloe wraps her arms around my neck, holding onto me as I start to slide  my cock in and out of her, fucking her hard and deep against the wine  shelves. She's making this incredibly sexy moaning sound, her breath  coming in gasps as she rocks her hips to meet mine, like she's urging me  on.



I wasn't lying before - I've literally never done this like this; bare  and without anything between us. Of course, in this moment, I couldn't  even remember a single detail of another woman even if I fucking tried  because I am just losing myself in this girl. I'm in deep - and not just  physically - but I know that this is more than just fucking. This is a  lot more than just "clearing the sexual tension", or "doing what we  should've gotten out of our systems five years ago."