Stepbrother Unsealed(39)

He comes hard, his cock jerking deep inside me, emptying his heat into mine. His hips slam mine into the bed, forcing out a few last shallow strokes, and his pubic bone grinds my clit until there's nothing but hot white lightning filling my eyes.

I wonder what he'll feel like when we're fucking skin-to-skin.

Wait, when? I barely have the energy to catch myself as my brain sizzles in a thousand directions, oozing out my ears, sated but hungry to do it all over again.

He pulls out and yanks the condom off his dick, leaning toward the small waist basket next to our bed to get rid of it. God, he's gorgeous, even when he's doing something so mundane like this.

“Just as good as you've been dreaming about, yeah?” He gives me a wink like he already knows the answer.

He's so damned cocky. But right now, I can't help it, because I smile back, and haul my exhausted body up for another long, salty kiss.

I can't keep myself away from his lips. For the next week here, that's okay. Thank God we have an entire seven days.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and that goes double for us, as long as we're step-siblings. I want to see more of the town, and forget about my traumatic first encounter with sin city in that dirty abandoned theater.

But if he keeps me chained to this bed. I won't complain.

We have to do a lifetime worth of fucking, passion, and love in this bed because it's all we'll ever get.

It has to end here, even if it'll be a hundred times more painful when it does. We can't keep this going when we get back to California. I have to get him out of my system, and I'll run my body ragged doing it, and deal with the bitter memories later.

I rub my eyes when I wake up the next morning. There's something hot and huge wrapped around me, more comfortable than anything I've experienced.

I roll toward him and reach for his arm, giving it a squeeze to make sure this isn't just a dream. Chris grunts in his sleep.

It's real. All of it. I'm not a virgin anymore.

The full realization that I actually fucked my stepbrother doesn't hurt as much as it should. Maybe it's because he saved me last night, or maybe it's just because this feels so fucking right.

And that's what worries me. Deep in the pit of my stomach, I know our paradise is temporary.

It can't last. It won't. Las Vegas is our break from reality, and in six more days, we'll be heading back into the numbing gray sands of our ordinary lives again.#p#分页标题#e#

As if on cue, Chris wakes up, opening his eyes. The jade green color turns teal when his irises catch the sunlight streaming in through the blinds.

There's something hardening against my thigh. I brush my hand beneath the sheets, feeling his cock, and he grinds it against me.

“My, my. Can't you say good morning?” I smile, feeling a delightful new wetness between my legs.

“No, I save that shit for virgins, and you're not one of them anymore.” With a wicked grin, he kisses me, bringing one hand between my legs.

All it takes is a few strokes with his fingers to open me up, make me aching wet, ready to surrender every inch of me.

“We need to wake up,” I moan, suddenly excited to see the city again.

Remembering how the dead men threatened me, ran their vile hands all over my body, doesn't sap my excitement. I'm going to be a lot smarter today, and hang close to Chris. It's surreal how far away it seems, like it was all a bad dream.

I wonder if that's shock setting into my brain, or if his cock has some kind of magical memory altering powers.

Chris ignores me. He rubs his cock against my clit, dangerously close to fucking me right here. I need to stop him before he goes in bare. I've been on the pill since I turned nineteen, but I don't know if he's clean after all the women he's had, a world of experience that dwarfs my one brief night with him.

Sex is happening before we do anything, and I'm not going to protest. It makes me smile that he hasn't gotten bored yet. I guess he really meant everything he said last night, and it's good to know it still stands, here in the full white light of a summer day in Vegas.

“Fuck the coffee,” he growls, breaking our latest kiss. “It can wait. You wanna get up, babe? Then come with me.”

He pulls me up from the bed and leads me by the hand, stopping only to grab his pants. Probably for more condoms.

A minute later, we're naked behind the luxurious glass, feeling cool water splashing our backs. He eyes the rivulets running down my body like a thirsty animal, and he leans into my neck, trailing the biggest droplets down to my breasts with his tongue.

Being so exposed, so wanted, makes me feel more self-conscious than last night. I still can't believe this sex crazed badass actually wants me.

But I'm starting to believe it.

He pulls at my nipples and sucks each one soft, growling into my chest, sending his vibrations deep underneath my skin. The sensation joins my blood and I moan. Our bodies sing, attuned to taste and touch, scent and sight.