It was more brutal honesty from him. It was everything I could to keep from touching my belly and thinking about the future that the child had. “More important than me,” I said in a soft voice.
“Not entirely,” he said quickly. “It's just- we can't allow this to be public. That's all. I still want to see you. I still want to touch you,” he said, running his fingers up to my breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I can't not touch you.”
“So, where do we go from here?” I asked, hiding my face in his shoulder.
He shrugged. “The status quo works alright for me for now. We both agree to stay single or to let the other one know if anything changes with that.” He smiled. “I can meet you here, you can meet me in Boston, we can both meet up in Hawaii. You know, whatever happens to be most convenient at the time.”
“Hawaii, huh?” I bit my lip. It would interfere with my school to have to jet set around the country any time I wanted to meet up with James. Then again, he had been so excited to see me that he had practically bashed my door down with his cock, and I wanted more of that. “This week is actually pretty good for me if you want me to come to Boston.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe. I have a lot of work this week, but if you don't mind spending more time at the coffee shop, that might work.”
I practically shivered at the idea of spending more time with James. “You know, I'm going to need some money if I'm going to be buying tickets to all sorts of fancy locations. Otherwise, my dad is going to put a stop on my credit card.”
James laughed. “I'll wire some money to your account out of my alias' account.” I thought about asking him for a moment why he would need an alias for anything, but then he stood up, picking me up with him. It seemed to be effortless for him to pick me up and cradle me like this. “And now, my dear, I believe I am ready to go again.”
I looked down. He wasn't kidding. Somehow, as we sat, he had already extended to his full length. “James, it's only been like fifteen minutes!” I said, giving him a wry little smile. “I think I'm pretty sore.”
He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Allie. You're eighteen years old. Your body is a limber little ball of energy.” He lifted me up further, kissing me. I ran my hand over his chest, enjoying the feeling of his taut muscles as he kept me lifted up. I heard him moan softly as he kissed me, then he pulled away. “Tell me you don't want it again,” he challenged me.
I grinned. “Well, I suppose this little ball of energy has one more left in her.”
I felt myself being lifted up over his head. I shrieked as he threw me over his shoulder, his hand staying securely on my ass as he walked toward his bed. For the moment, I didn't care how sore I was. This view was amazing. I watched that muscular ass move and admired it, knowing that soon it would be undulating as he thrust into me.
I couldn't see where we were going, but when he bent over and threw me off his shoulder, I braced for a hard landing. Instead, I found myself thrown onto a nice, soft bed. James' naked body was next to mine in an instant. He seemed to be worshiping my body, running his fingers up and down from my belly to my tits. I closed my eyes and began to writhe, knowing that he'd enjoy that.
After a few more moments of caresses, I arched my back and moaned for him. That seemed to be all it took to drive him wild. I loved that I had that effect on him. He moved on top of me, his cock immediately questing for my entrance. I was completely turned on, but I knew that the best lubricant was still leaking out of me. When he found my pussy, I spread my legs just a little wider and he slid right in.
I gasped and my eyes shot open. His eyes were locked on mine. He moved his hand to my cheek, seemingly cradling it as he opened me up. I turned my face toward his hand and took his thumb in my mouth, closing my eyes and sucking on it. His pupils dilated and he plowed into me even deeper. My moans were muffled from my closed mouth but I knew that the vibrations on his thumb would feel fantastic to him.
“This body is just too perfect,” he murmured. He slammed into me, moving his hand from my face to behind my back, then suddenly stopped. I was about to ask what he was doing when he thrust one of his legs up and flipped us. I shrieked again as his cock went a little too deep inside of me as I fell on him. He was so big inside of me, filling me to the point where I didn't know where he ended and I began. He didn't really give me a chance to recover, pulling me close against him and jackhammering into me from below.
His hands moved to my hips and he pushed me up a little bit. “I want to see you,” he said. I lifted myself to a kneeling position, and watched his eyes dilate again as I began to writhe on him. I wanted to make him lose control again. I grabbed my tits and pushed them up, moaning as I did so. His hands stayed on my sides, digging his fingers in with pleasure.
In another moment, I leaned forward a little and put my hands on his chest. My elbows pushed my breasts together, giving me fantastic cleavage and pointing my nipples directly at him. He obviously loved this, as he leaned forward to try to suckle on them. My hands on his chest prevented that, but in a moment he didn't seem to care.
As I continued to writhe, I must have hit a rhythm that James liked. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. His hips matched mine without either of us having to think about it. “That feels so fucking good, Allie. You have no idea.”
I did have an idea, though. I loved being in control of my stepbrother for once in my life. I could feel the warm semen that he had already deposited within me, and with each movement of our bodies, I was keenly aware of how he made me feel. I had him angled at just the right spot. I moved one of my hands from his chest to my clit, rubbing myself as I tried to take even more of him into my body.
That definitely started me on my way toward my orgasm. And as I watched him open his mouth in pleasure, I knew that he was well on his way toward his own orgasm. I wanted us to come together, just like we had the last time that we had sex in Boston. I began to rub myself faster, but I knew that I wouldn't get there in time.
My hand crept upwar
d, as if it had a mind of its own. When it reached the bottom of my tummy, I thought about the little baby bump that I would feel in just a few weeks. I thought of the new life that James had put inside there, the child that our lust had created, and I felt myself rising up much faster.
Faster than he was, in fact. I staggered forward as the first wave of my orgasm hit, my hands moving to either side of James' head and catching me. I felt my pussy contract but I knew that my own writhing had slowed down. James' eyes shot open, and he took charge. He put his hands on my back, pulling me forward while finally getting the chance to suckle my tits. His hips thrust up with a faster pace than I had ever felt before.
My orgasm continued as his nails began to dig into my back and his face just pressed into my tits rather than licking them. Suddenly, he pushed extra deep inside of me, staying there for a moment, then pulling out and pushing all the way back in. I heard his ragged breathing against my chest as he pumped a new load of millions of sperm into my body.
I felt another contraction rock my body as his semen shot into my body, soaking my already drenched womb. I collapsed into him and began to writhe my hips as he slowed his own movements. Still, his fingers still dug into my back, pinning me to him. Soon, though, he let the pressure down, seeming to relax completely against the bed.
His face moved into a soft smile, the look of a man completely at peace. His eyes opened and he began to stroke my hair. I could feel him softening, but every time I moved and my breasts touched against his chest in a new way, his cock twitched within me.
I put my hands on his chest and laid my head against him, closing my eyes. I wished that we could stay just like this for at least the rest of the day, curled up in bed together in post-coital bliss. I knew that he had a plane to catch, but I didn't care. Time seemed to stop when I was here with him.
He kept stroking my hair for a few minutes more. Then, he rolled out from under me and off the bed. “We need to get going. Do you need to rinse off?”
I shook my head. “Not unless you're going to.”