I interrupt him with a kiss. “No. I want to make love to you. I’ve wanted to for weeks. I just didn’t know what to do about the promise I had made to Chase. I didn’t want to deceive you or Bryce. But now that you know ...”
He nods, a slow smile forming on his lips and his silver eyes are full of promises as he pushes the door open and follows me to my room.
Oliver
I THINK I MIGHT’VE misjudged Kaya. She looks like a doe eyed, innocent girl. But maybe I should’ve known that there’s more to her than what appearances suggest because she might look like an innocent girl but she definitely doesn’t kiss like one.
After last night I was trying to understand which of those losers she hangs with she’s dating and today I thought I got my answer. She’s dating Bryce.
To be honest, the only reason I agreed to come here this weekend to these business talks with my dad is that I knew she’d be here. In fact, I had initially told my dad to forget it. But I changed my mind last night and decided to show up.
Because I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss and I wanted to know what to do and who I had to fight to kiss her again.
So after I determined who’s my rival, I took a bottle from Mr. Hudson’s stash: the old man knows good booze, that’s for sure. I stepped outside with a bottle of Don Julio1942 and a good cigar and sat by the pool, smoking and thinking about how I could show Kaya that she’d have way more fun with me than with Bryce.
She obviously likes jokesters and I’m bloody funny when I want to be, so my plan was to beat Bryce at his own game and conquer Kaya by making her laugh. That was until I decided to call it a night and stumbled upon her and Parker making out by the back door.
I immediately took a step back and I’m glad I didn’t make myself known, because what I’ve heard is worth more than gold.
I smile at the thought that she’s fucking Parker, Bryce and her stepbrother. So maybe it won’t be that difficult to convince her to spend some time in my bed. Lots of American girls are curious about how a future British lord fucks.
I wonder if they share her, I think feeling my cock harden in my jeans at the images that come to mind.
But first I’ll have her all to myself and then we’ll see who else she wants to invite into the boudoir. Possibly another girl, I went to a posh boarding school in England until sixth form (English equivalent to the senior year of high school) and I’ve done my fair share of experimentation. And I concluded that I prefer pussy. Actually, naked men kind of turn me off. But seeing Kaya with Parker was hot, so I wouldn’t turn it down if that was the only thing she’d let me get away with.
I walk by my bedroom door and then decide that I’m way too wound up and horny to fall asleep, so I knock on Valeria’s door.
I haven’t fucked my stepsister in over two years, since she visited me at Yale during freshman year.
“What do you want?” She opens the door in a black lace see through slip that barely covers her tits and ass.
She’s lost too much weight recently, I think she must be overindulging with the coke. She’s still hot because she’s athletic and has a toned figure but her arms and legs look too bony.
Her fake tits look ridiculous now on such a small frame.
I walk into the room and sit on her bed not doing anything to hide my raging hard-on.
Valeria swallows, her eyes are fixed on my crotch and her flushed skin makes her excitement more than obvious.
I smirk at her, spreading my thighs further apart, well aware that she’s never been able to resist me.
“I’ve missed you, babe. I’m so happy to be going to school together. It’s been too long.”
She folds her arms over her chest and the displeased twist of her lips tells me that she doesn’t want to make it easy for me. Good, I’m always up for a challenge. “Yeah, right. We both know that you had to move back to Cali, since Daddy has decided to set up shop here. You know the court ordered you to live in the same state as Dad, if you want to avoid your suspended sentence to be reconsidered.”
Yeah, whatever. I’m over that shit. I made a mistake but Dad’s money and influence made it go away. Moving to Cali was a small sacrifice. Connecticut is too fucking cold anyway.
I sit up and grab her by the arm, pulling her closer to me.
She won’t let me kiss her and moves her head to the side but in doing so, she exposes her long neck and I run my lips and tongue up and down it, biting and sucking the way I know she can’t resist.
“What do you want, Ollie?” she whimpers, trembling as I guide her hand to my jean clad crotch and rub it up and down my hard cock, until she starts stroking me without my encouragement.
“I want you, luv.”
She stops touching me, straddling my hips but looking offended.
“Yeah, right. Did you think I didn’t notice the way you’ve been eye-fucking Kaya? Don’t insult my intelligence.”
I would never insult Valeria’s intelligence. I might toy with her, sometimes be even a bit of an arse to her but I know that if I were looking for my match, it could only ever be her.
“Ok, true. I want to fuck Kaya. But don’t tell me you think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been looking at her brothers.”
My stepsister shrugs and I’m thankful when her hands return to my waist and her fingers begin fumbling with the buckle of my belt.
I take my t-shirt off and grab her tits through the lace of her nightie, squeezing hard and making her gasp.
She eases my jeans and boxers off my hips and grabs my shaft with both hands, working up and down my length and making me groan. Fuck, she hasn’t forgotten how I like to be touched.
I kiss her hard, feeling around the edge of her lacy black thong with two fingers and then moving the material aside to slide them straight inside her pussy. I smile, satisfied when her inner muscles clench around them as the rhythm of her hands on my shaft grows faster.
She leans down, licking and playing around the hole at the tip of my dick but when she’s about to take me into her mouth, I withdraw my fingers and flip her over, lifting her thighs onto one of my shoulders.
I run a finger all over her opening through her underwear but I run out of patience and tear the flimsy fabric, exposing her completely to me.
“Brute!” she yelps. “Those were Chanel. They cost two grand.”
I smack her ass and drag the head of my cock up and down her exposed skin, finding her absolutely drenched.
“So? Your mom married right and now you don’t have to shop at the mall anymore, right? I’m sure you have a whole drawer full of that shit.”
She tries to push her hips closer to me, tired of my relentless teasing.
“Ollie, please.”
I smile, this is why I love her. Always so hot for me.
But I’m horny beyond belief, looking at Kaya all day and then seeing her make out with Parker has me going crazy with lust and her pussy simply won’t do. So I use one of my hands to lower my shaft and press myself against her other hole.
She immediately yelps, trying to scoot away from me but I hold her firmly in place.
“No! You know I don’t want you to do that!”
I groan, crazy with want, ready to do anything to get what I want. Anything but force her. That doesn’t work for me at all. I want her to let me do what I want. I want her to want it.