ming a cruel hard line.
"...stepbrother."
"Does that really make any difference?"
"It does for me," I said, standing up a little straighter. I was getting angry, and it was giving me a little courage to stand on. "It’s not like it's incest."
James seemed to flinch at the word, then laughed. "Are you listening to yourself?"
"Stop it," I snapped. I pushed his chest. It was hard under the oxford shirt he was wearing. He didn’t move. "Don’t try to make this a joke."
"I’m not," he said, seriously. "But you’ve gone off the deep end, Allie."
"So what was it, then?"
"What was what?"
"The kiss, you jerk," I said, swatting his chest.
"I already told you what it was. It was a mistake."
"It didn’t mean anything? You don’t feel anything?"
"Jesus, Allie. Are you listening to yourself? And besides, aren’t I the guy who ruined your life?"
"Just tell me, then. If you tell me that it was really just some mistake and you don’t feel anything for me, I’ll leave right now."
I swallowed, cursing myself for being so direct. I was practically forcing him to reject me.
Something inside of him broke. He crossed the distance between us in a heartbeat. Before I could say anything further he grabbed me, one hand turning my face up to his and the other seizing my hip. He pulled my trembling body tight against his.
But before he could swoop down and kiss me, I stood up on the balls of my feet, pressing my breasts against his chest and running my arms around him as I reached for his lips with mine.
It was too violent to call it a kiss.
He crushed his lips against mine, his tongue dipping into my mouth then tasting my lips before kissing along my jawline, hungry and wet. As he sucked in my earlobe he let out a ragged breath. My body was on fire for him, every sense suddenly inflamed. I felt too hot. I wanted to rip off all of my clothes.
He must have read my mind, because his hands slid from their positions to grip the hem of my sweater and pull it off over my head. He pulled it so quickly and without care that it almost tore. My fingers worked at his shirt buttons, but he knocked them away. He grabbed his collar and pulled until the shirt ripped open, the buttons skittering across the floor.
I could feel how excited he was, how he was losing control. I loved it. His hands seized me again, one sliding down my back and under my jeans and panties to cup my ass, the other up my chest to grope my breast through my bra. He squeezed with what felt like all his strength, and I whimpered my pain into his mouth as he kissed me again.
I reached between us and opened his jeans, desperate to feel him. I reached down into the folds of fabric and ran my hands along his hard cock. I curled a hand around him, fingers cupping his balls, and squeezed gently. He let out a low groan and broke the kiss.
His hands slid around to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning them as I unzipped his. He pulled mine down roughly, panties and all, then spun me around. He ran his hands down my arms, grabbing my hands in his and placing them on the desk so that I was leaning down in front of him.
Without warning I felt the heat of his hard cock pressing between my thighs, his hand sliding around me as he stroked my wet pussy and guided himself to my entrance.
He leaned down into my ear. "I’ve been waiting to claim this pussy for a long time," he growled. A smile briefly crossed my lips as I realized he had no intention of using a condom.
I cried out as he pushed his hips forward, feeling every inch as it filled me, stretched me. I whimpered, an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure shooting through my womb. I had never felt so wonderfully full.
He kissed the back of my neck, his hands running over my body and finding my breasts. He grabbed the cups of my bra and pulled them down roughly, tearing the fabric. I didn’t care, so long as he didn’t dare pull that hot hardness out of me. He grabbed my breasts in both hands and squeezed them, his fingers pulling on my hard nipples as he thrust himself up into me.
I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by him, feeling small under his rough hands as my entire body shook from his assault. Whenever I was with another man, this was when I would imagine that it was him fucking me. Only this time it really was him fucking me. It was better than any fantasy. Another wave of pleasure washed over me. His thrusts came faster, harder. I moaned, making sounds that he didn't even know I had learned from girls that he had fucked. Only these were genuine.
He slid one of his hands down my belly. I wondered if he was imagining what it would be like to fill my body with his seed, to impregnate me and see my belly grow. His fingers moved on, touching my clit. "I want you to cum on my cock, Allie," he said. His voice told me that this was a demand. That my orgasm wasn't for me. It was for him. "Come for me."
He rubbed my hard little nub, his cock changing the angle of its thrust until it was hitting me in a place I had never been touched before. I let out a moan, grinding my ass into his thrusting hips involuntarily as the pleasure washed over me. I heard him let out his own groan of pleasure as he rolled his hips, working the sensitive flesh with the head of his cock, his fingers rolling my clit.