Resist My Twin Stepbrothers

Chapter 9

He stood up and took a few steps in my direction. I backed up against the wall, watching as he approached. Reaching out, he placed his palms on the wall on either side of my head. I was caged and all I wanted to do was reach out and run my palms over the contours of his chest. Instead, I just stood there, staring up at him like a deer in headlights.

"Did you want me to tell, Zane?I thought this was our secret." "It is," I stuttered. "It's just that I thought he knew."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because he was acting funny around me."

Leaning in, he held his face so close to mine, I thought he was about to kiss me. I closed my eyes and waited to feel his lips press against mine, but when it didn't happen I opened my eyes again. Silver-blue eyes stared at my face, drifting down to look at my body when he knew I was watching.

Finally locking his stare with mine again, he asked, "Is that all you wanted?"

I shivered in response to the sultry way he'd asked his question. It was now or never .walk out or stay.

His shoulders shook with silent laughter. He leaned in even closer, pressing his lips to my ear when he whispered, "Do you want to fuck or what?"

"Yes." The word escaped before I could stop it, my traitorous body doing

what it wanted without asking my brain.

His teeth nipped the soft part of my ear. "Then let's fuck."

A shiver ran over the entire length of my body, my knees going weak in response to the word fuck. It was so dirty, so wrong. But there was nothing I could do to stop the way I felt. I wanted him in so many ways.

Pulling his palms from the wall, he grabbed my hand and walked backwards towards his bed, dragging me along with him. His eyes were locked to mine, his cock already pressing against the thin material of his pajama pants. We passed the stereo and he reached over to turn up the music, the heavy, pounding beat causing the blood to surge through my veins. Metal dog tags hung from his neck and I wanted to trace my finger over them. Elliot and Zane both were always so strong, so brave. I didn't think I could ever live up to them.

He sat on the edge of his bed and pulled me to him, cupping my ass with one of his hands and using the other to lift the bottom hem of my shirt. His lips trailed kisses over my stomach and I almost buckled to feel them. I was wet already, my thighs clenching together - need taking over every cell in my body.

I was scared as well. He knew I was a virgin .I'd told him that. Would it hurt to be with him? Was there a way he could make me feel good?

As if reading my mind, he looked up at me and said, "I know you haven't had sex before, Eden. I'll take this slow, but I won't lie to you. Your first time will hurt at first."

Shaking, I answered, "Okay." It was the only word I could get out.

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, he pulled them off my hips, allowing them to slide down my legs to the floor. He stood up suddenly, gripping my shirt to pull it up over my head. I raised my arms into the air to help him, crossing them over my breasts when he threw the shirt to the ground.

He smiled down at me and reached out to pull my arms away from my chest. "Now is not the time to be shy, little girl." Placing a soft kiss on my cheek, he whispered, "Plus, you have the most amazing tits I've ever seen."

His hand came up to bounce the weight of one of my breasts, the air leaving my lungs when he pinched the nipple tight between his fingers. "Oh ." I moaned.

"Dirty. Little. Girl ." He teased with the most seductive voice I'd ever

heard.

Dropping to his knees in front of me, he slipped my panties down my leg, spreading my thighs slightly apart as he pressed his face up between them and sucked on my clit. I almost fell over him, but he reached up with his hands to cup my ass and hold me upright. I had nowhere to move, so I just stood there, my head falling back as my legs shook from the way he was making me feel. His tongue slid between the skin as his hands spread the cheeks of my ass, the tip of his finger exploring the tight hole. I jumped, but relaxed again when he tapped his finger against it. He wouldn't go there, would he? Not for my first time. Still, even in my shock and fear, I was turned on by the way he was touching me. He could own me if he wanted to .I'd do anything for another orgasm like the one he'd given me the night before.