Stepbrother JEEZ! (The Stepbrother Romance Series - Book #4) (8 page)

Jaxon’s hands moved down my body and he found the
hem of my sweater. He tugged it up, along my ribs, barely breaking from the kiss
long enough to get it over my head. He pulled back, realizing that I had more
clothes on underneath, and chuckled lowly, shaking his head in pretend
exasperation. “God, fuck winter,” he muttered. I laughed breathlessly,
trembling a little bit from how turned on I was. Jaxon tugged my undershirt
free of my jeans and dragged it up along my body, and I threw my arms up over
my head to help him pull it free.

I hauled the bottom of Jaxon’s hoodie up, pulling it
over his head as quickly as I could. I trailed my hands over his back and
shoulders while Jaxon brought his hands up to cup my breasts through the thin
fabric of my bra. He teased my nipples with his fingertips and I moaned as I
felt them hardening into firm little nubs, straining at the fabric. Jaxon buried
his face against my breasts, nuzzling against my sensitive skin while his hands
wandered over
me, teasing and caressing
. I fumbled for
the hem of Jackson’s tee shirt, my arms tangling with his. “Yeah,” I said,
panting slightly. “Winter sucks.” I managed to slip his shirt up along his
back, pulling and tugging it over his head and throwing it across the room
without even caring where it ended up.

Jaxon reached around to my back and unhooked my bra,
guiding the fabric away from my body and letting it fall to the floor. He
cupped my breasts and brought each one of them in turn up to his mouth; I
moaned out as Jaxon claimed first one nipple and then the other with his lips
and tongue, sucking and licking, sending tingling jolts of electric sensation
that seemed to travel straight from my breast to my pussy, making me tighten,
making me wetter and wetter by the moment. He switched from one to the other
and I lost all track of time, arching up towards his mouth, rocking on the
balls of my feet. I dug my fingernails into the skin of his back as he teased
me, almost more than I could stand. Jaxon moaned against my skin and broke
away, bringing his mouth back up to mine to kiss me hungrily.

I felt his hands slip and slide along my body until
they landed at my hips; by feel he worked his way to the fly of my jeans and
started to unbutton and unzip it, easing his fingers along the skin of my
abdomen, just underneath the waistband of my panties. “I’ve been dreaming about
getting you naked again,” Jaxon murmured against my lips, nipping at me
playfully. “God, if you knew how many times I woke up hard, dreaming about
you.” Jaxon shook his head and tugged my jeans down over my hips. He sank down
in front of me, pulling my pants down to my knees before he rose back up to
kiss me again.

Jaxon wrapped his arms around my hips and lifted me
up onto the bed, pushing me down slightly until I was on my back, looking up at
him. He looked me over from head to toe, panting slightly, his face flushed,
his eyes dark with lust. “You are so fucking hot, Mia,” he told me, shaking his
head slightly. Jaxon hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and
tugged them over my hips, almost ripping them as he pulled them hard. I kicked
free of my jeans and panties, and felt myself blushing as Jaxon stared down at
me, licking his lips, obviously liking what he saw. He reached up between my
legs and traced his fingers up and down along my slick folds, touching me
lightly at first and then pressing in deeper, rubbing and stroking.

He leaned
against me, moving in
close and kissing me on the lips while he stroked up and down along my labia,
finding my clit by touch
. “I dreamed about the time by the pool,” Jaxon
murmured against my lips. “Touching you, feeling you, how you looked when you
came.” I shivered as Jaxon rubbed my clit up and down, side to side, in tight
little circles that sent thrills of sensation shooting through my body. I
moaned, my thighs tightening around him as I started to writhe underneath him.
Little whimpering moans left my lips as I twisted on the bed, pushing my hips
down to get better and better contact with his fingers. I felt myself getting
wetter, heard the slick sounds of Jaxon’s fingers working me faster and faster.

Jaxon’s fingers slipped and slid down along my inner
labia, and his thumb started to rub my clit while he worked one finger inside
of me slowly, probing me and feeling along my inner walls. I was moving
mindlessly, my hips rising and falling, while Jaxon kissed me everywhere: my
face, my neck, my breasts, my lips. He nipped and nibbled my skin, and I felt
myself get more and more turned on by the moment, closer and closer to orgasm,
my nerves tingling and my body getting hotter and hotter. Jaxon brought me
right up to the edge of climax again and again, working a second finger inside
of me, rubbing my g-spot carefully even as he teased my clit with his thumb
until I was arching and twisting on the bed, moaning out, almost ready to beg
him to just finish me off.

Finally, I hit my orgasm, crying out, grabbing at
Jaxon’s shoulders, clinging to him as if for life itself. It had been so long
since anyone else had touched me—I hadn’t been able to let myself get with
anyone else, not when I still had feelings for Jaxon. Jaxon kept working me as
spasms of pleasure jolted through my body, making me tremble all over. I gushed
around his fingers, I moaned, I twisted my hips for more, as wave after wave of
sensation rocked me.

He slowed down as the spasms started to abate,
breathing heavily as he leaned against me, holding me with one arm while his
fingers stroked my over-sensitive labia gently. “I love watching you come,” he
murmured, kissing me lazily right between my breasts. He looked up with a
little grin. “And making you come is just such a fucking
turn
on.” I rolled my eyes, twisting just a little bit free of him; I wanted the
weight of him against me, but I couldn’t take anymore—not for a little while at
least—of him touching my clit, stroking my pussy.

I reached down between our bodies and trailed my
fingers over the hard ridge at the front of Jaxon’s jeans. Under the fabric he
was like a rock—he felt heavy to my touch, and I could feel the heat of him
radiating from his skin, through his clothes. I teased him while I caught my
breath; I knew I wanted more—I had to feel him inside of me. Jaxon groaned,
thrusting his hips against my hand, and I began to unbutton and unzip his
jeans, pulling them down just enough to slip my hand under the waistband of his
boxers.

Jaxon stripped out of his jeans and underwear,
climbing up onto the bed with me, covering my body with his own. “I’m not ready
yet,” I told him, though I knew I was really close to being ready—it would only
take me a few more minutes to catch my breath and I was already soaking wet. I
rubbed up and down along the length of Jaxon’s cock, teasing the tip with my
thumb, and Jaxon groaned, thrusting his hips into my hand.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he told me, his voice harsh
and ragged, “God, Mia, you’re so hot and wet.” He began to move to my touch,
and I smiled to myself, feeling my power, feeling the sense of pride at knowing
how good I was making him feel. I let go of him, licking my hand and then
reaching down to begin stroking him once more. The sticky-slick
precum
began to flow from the tip, and I used it to move my
hand up and down faster, gripping him as tightly as I dared. Jaxon groaned, his
hips moving automatically, his body tensing. “Now, Mia,” he told me, his voice
hard with urgency. “I can’t wait much longer.” I nodded; I was already getting
turned on again, already ready for more.

Jaxon pushed my hand away and slipped down between
my legs, guiding his cock up against my soaking wet pussy. He rubbed up and
down slowly, teasing me for just a moment before he thrust into me inch by
inch, filling me up with his heat. We both moaned out, not caring if there was
anyone to hear, filling the silence in Jaxon’s bedroom as he pushed deeper and
deeper inside of me.

We fell into a rhythm together; I pushed my hips
down to meet Jaxon’s thrusts, his hands wandered all over my body, and I felt
myself almost immediately getting more and more turned on, in spite of the
orgasm I’d already had. Jaxon started out slow but gradually moved inside of me
faster, rubbing along my inner walls with every movement of his hips. I twisted
down to meet him, pivoting my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist to take
him deeper and deeper inside of me, feeling the tingling pleasure every time we
moved together. “Fuck, Mia, you feel so good,” Jaxon murmured, nibbling along
the column of my throat, his lips moving down to the tops of my breasts.

“You too,” I replied, hardly even knowing what I was
agreeing to. All I knew was that it felt so good to be with him again, to feel
him inside of me, that I didn’t care about anything else in the world. As Jaxon
started moving faster and faster, thrusting into me harder, I clung to him,
digging my nails into the skin of his back, tightening my thighs around him. I
felt my inner muscles flexing as if my body itself didn’t want him to leave, as
I got hotter and wetter, more and more turned on. I was on the edge of orgasm
seemingly in just a matter of minutes, my nerves crackling with electric
sensation. I could feel Jaxon’s cock twitching inside of me, and I heard the
wet, slightly sucking sounds of our bodies moving together, and I knew that he
was close too—I could feel the mounting tension in his muscles underneath my
fingertips.

Jaxon reached down between our bodies and his
fingers slipped along my soaking wet folds until he found my clit. I cried out
as he began to stroke me in time with his thrusts, throwing my head back and
closing my eyes as I came closer and closer to orgasm. In a matter of moments,
I felt myself coming, my whole body tensing up, my muscles fluttering around Jaxon’s
cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. I was barely aware of
the feeling of Jaxon tensing up inside of me, the fast hard twitch of his cock
as he hit his own climax; I was still reeling from the pleasure washing through
me as I felt the sticky-slick gush of his come filling me up, splashing deep
inside me.

Jaxon and I both sagged against the bed as the last
of the spasms of pleasure began to abate, both of us panting and gasping. I
couldn’t hear anything going on in the frat house around us; I barely even knew
why I cared if I could. I was a million miles away, still tingling, my arms and
legs wrapped around Jaxon as we both recovered from our respective orgasms. In
the back of my mind, I knew it wasn’t as simple as what had just happened, but
I didn’t care. I felt so good, it felt so right. I drifted off into a doze, not
quite falling asleep, with Jaxon’s weight against me, his arms wrapped around
me, happy for the first time in weeks.

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