My Future Stepbrother

Chapter 58

I take the spare key from its eternal hiding place under the plant pot and turn it in the familiar lock.

It’s been so long since I was here last but it still smells like home.

I try to reach the trip switch to turn on the electric but it’s too high. “I’ll grab a chair.” Before I have a chance Jayce picks me up by my waist with ease and I flick on the switch, illuminating the house. I don’t know if I love or hate when he does that.

I look around the familiar setting. It feels good to be here,  I needed to be here.

“I know its not grand like The Manor but it’s home.”

Jayce looks at me confused “The Manor? You call our house The Manor? Why?”

I laugh realising I’ve never actually said it in front of him before. “It’s the name me and Brie came up with for your place when we were kids, you know, because it’s so – big.”

Jayce seems to find this hilarious. “You had a special name for my house because it was big? You two are such little weirdo’s.”

He seems deep in thought. “The funny thing is I’ve always kind of hated that house. My dad bought it just because it was the biggest one he could find but mum was such a perfectionist that even at that size she wanted every inch planned out. We could never just hang a poster on the wall or have a character duvet cover that didn’t perfectly match the wallpaper. Growing up I just wanted a normal house like this where you could just jump on the couch and watch a movie without having to preserve the cushions first or have a mate just crash without having to give a week’s notice so mum could organise a house cleaning team to come in. That house is just my family maintaining an appearance at every turn. I begged her to sell it when my dad left. I would have killed to grow up somewhere like this – a home not just a house.”

I had never considered before how draining it must have been to grow up at the Manor, constantly aware that you needed to watch everything you do in case it shows up the family reputation. The grandeur of the house is just a reflection of what they wanted to portray their family as.

I try to lighten the conversation. “At least you were a normal kid that wanted to live in a house, I was obsessed with living on a boat! I actually still don’t think it’s the worst idea but Brie gets sea sick so I’m not sure it would work.”

“I remember, you gave that presentation on your grown up life where your plan was to live on a boat and sail around the world. I’m not sure your plan to live off all the treasure you were going to find would be as fruitful as you thought though.”

I can’t believe he remembers that.

There were still a few photos dotted around the place, Jayce settled his eyes on one of me, Brie and mum at our first ballet practise.

“You really look like her don’t you?” I looked at the image, my eyes reflecting back at me from my mother’s face.

“People say I’m like her twin when she was my age. It’s the eyes.” Jayce nods in agreement.

I stare for a moment longer at the image, I remember that day so clearly. Brie was so excited to start but I was a nervous wreck. My mum basically held my hand the entire first hour but by the end I was twirling around with Brie until we got so dizzy we’d fall over. We had our first sleep over that night, she gave us make overs and let us stay up late watching every Disney Princess movie we could find.

I take Jayce’s hand and start to take him upstairs, stopping at the hallway closet for fresh sheets for my bed on the way. I take a breath as I approach the door of the room I’ve missed so much.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes it’s just... I never thought I’d have Jayce Thompson in my bedroom.”

He laughs hysterically. “Do you always use my full name like that when you talk about me or do you usually just keep it for when I’m not around?”

I laugh back. “Actually when I lived here I mostly referred to you as ‘that dickhead basketball player’ so you should take it as a compliment that your actual name graced my lips in these walls.”

I open the door and walk in. Jayce walks in behind me and flicks on the light switch but nothing happens.

“Must have blown the bulb when we turned on the power.”

“Can you steal one from another room? Or if they’re all gone there’s candles in the bathroom closet down the hall?”

I start to throw the sheets over the bed when I feel Jayce’s arms wrap around me. I let my head fall back against his chest and just take a second to feel him against me.

“I’ll do that. Just go take five minutes to yourself.”

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror, I’m a mess. I take some very dry make up wipes from under the sink and dampen them to remove the abundance of black tear trail lines from my face. I can’t believe he still kissed me looking like this.

Attempting to brush out most of the product from my hair I almost snap my brush but I eventually get it to a reasonable presentation. I start to work on freeing myself from the corset laces of my dress but I can’t reach, there’s no way I’m getting out of this dress alone.

I look again at myself in the mirror, the glamazon from earlier has gone and now all I see is me. I hope its enough.

As I walk back into the room I can see what he’s been up to. Jayce has filled the whole room with tiny twinkling tea lights, they flicker slightly and fill the room with a beautiful amber glow. Who knew my tired old room could look so romantic?

Jayce has made himself comfy laying on my bed, his shirt now completely open as the burning light bounces off those perfect abs. He looks completely invested in one of my books and I giggle as I realise which one – ‘Pride and prejudice.’

“Wow, so I find out you like teen romance movies and classic literature all on the same night? What happened to the alpha male I’ve heard so much about Mr Thompson?” I smirk at him.

He throws the book to the floor and leaps off the bed, pulling my body into his as he looks into my eyes.

“I’ll show you Alpha male.”

His lips meet mine and passionately take me into a deep kiss. Its forceful but tender as his hand reaches up into my hair, holding my head where he wants it. I feel his other hand slip from my lower back onto my ass and gives it a strong squeeze making a little yelp squeal from my mouth.

I run my nails up his back inside his shirt, letting them dig slightly into the skin as I go. Looping my hands into the fabric I pull at his shirt.

He looks up, breaking the kiss. “So first you call me Mr Thompson and now you’re running your nails like that down my back? Are you trying to make me lose all control?” His eyes are burning through me. I know how he feels right now and he seem afraid to look away from my face in case he loses that last grip on his control.

“I’m sorry Mr Thompson.”

He bites his bottom lip as he stares at me.

“You really need to stop saying that.”

I grin. “Of course.... Mr Thompson.”

I’m torn from the floor quickly as my legs wrap around his waist and I’m very aware of the skin on skin contact from my underwear-less body against his top less torso.

He realises it as well. His hands squeeze at my cheeks as he grinds himself against me. I wrap my arms around his neck and grip tightly around him with my legs, giving me the control I need to return his hip thrusts.

I can feel him stiffen below me and look into his eyes as I start to roll my hips over his throbbing erection.

“Lee...fuck...you have to stop that.”

He unwraps my legs from him and lowers me gently back to the ground. I feel very lost on what’s happening here.

“What’s wrong?”

He steps away from me slightly and suddenly I’m extremely exposed. He’s rejecting me? What did I do wrong?

“Babe, you’re upset and angry. If I touch you right now I feel like I’d be taking advantage of your vulnerability. I don’t want that.” He looks genuinely upset at the idea of putting me in that position.

I understand why he feels like that, I would too if I was in his shoes but I know what I want. I knew before any of this happened. I knew as soon as I saw him at the bottom of the staircase looking at me like I was the only woman in the world.

I want to be with him. Tonight.

I step back towards him, my hands meeting the sides of his face and I feel as his body shudders under the touch of my finger tips. He wants this, as much as I do. He needs to understand that this isn’t about what happened tonight. It’s about us.

I run them down his neck letting my nails lightly scratch at the skin as I do. He shivers at the sensation and I know its working. I let them continue over his chest and then back to his shoulders, they run along his arms forcing the shirt from his body to the floor as they go.

I hold onto his biceps and start to leave tiny kisses over his chest, his head falls back as he exhales in surrender. I let my tongue run slowly over his nipples then give them a few sucks for good measure. He’s trying not to moan but I can hear it in his quickly rising chest.

Jayce’s body starts to move as if he has no control over its actions. His hands holding themselves in my hair as my head travels down his body, gripping at the roots. Just as I my head reaches his belt I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine and shove him hard up against the wall.

Just as he attempts to protest I plunge my hand into his pants and start to stroke him through the fabric of boxers. I can feel how hard he is, he wants me so fucking bad even if he’s trying terribly to hide it. His body twitches at each stroke of my hand as I use my other to undo his belt buckle, allowing his trousers to just fall to the floor.

I set myself on my knees in front of him and continue to kiss along his stomach and hips. His body starts to buck against me and I know I’ve won.

I grab hold of his boxer shorts and pull them down, letting my fingers glide over his skin from his thighs to his ankles, which is where I leave them. He finally let’s out the moan he’s been holding as my tongue runs up his inner thigh.

My eyes travel over his naked refined body. It was nice for him to be the one out of his clothes first. I felt in control, powerful, like a woman who knows what she wants – and I do.

I place my face close enough to his giant dick that he can feel my breath against it before I look up at him with my innocent doe eyes. “Do you really want me to stop?”

His hands let go and run from his hair down over his face. He’s still unsure but I know I can prove to him its what I want. I let my tongue poke out of my mouth and gently flick it along the tip of his member.

His head falls back against the wall with a grin on his face. “Don’t stop.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

My tongue circles the tip slowly, rolling all over him as gentle moans pour from his pout lips. My hand start to caress up and down his length, squeezing the way he likes it, as I suck the rest of him into my mouth .

I hear his fingernails scratching at the wall behind as his pleasure increases. I push my palms against his hips flattening him into the wall and giving me control for the moment.

I let my tongue run the full length of him again and again. I like him in this position, completely at my mercy. My tongue dips lower then I gently suck on his balls.

He groans in euphoria. His hand slides gently into my hair and guides me back to his cock.

I take him in but this time I don’t stop until every inch of him is in my mouth. Slowly I start to suck up and down, getting increasingly faster and harder the further I go.

“Fuck! Lee, keep doing that!” I keep going and start the feel his hips fighting against my hands to push from the wall.

My hands move to squeeze behind his hips, grabbing handfuls of his peachy butt and encouraging his thrusting to increase.

He starts to scream profanity as he grabs my head and starts bouncing it up and down his cock, face fucking the hell out of me.

I’m in heaven as my eyes look up to see his face contoured in pleasure. He’s so close and I know what will send him over the edge. I take one of my hands from behind him and place it between his legs taking his balls and playing with them.

His legs start to shake and he’s so overcome with pleasure he loses all grip on my head as his hands slam into the wall steadying himself.

“LEE! FUCK! RIGHT THERE!”

I squeeze gently on that spot and the noises that come from him leave my legs soaked in my own juices.

His load shoots into my mouth without warning and I almost choke but I keep it together long enough to milk every last drop from him.

Jayce’s body weakens and he collapses into a pile on the floor in front of me. He pulls me onto his lap and I sit bridal style across him.

He leans in and kisses my lips before making his way to my neck and burying his face into it.

“Where have you been all my life?” He pants breathlessly.

I pull his face from my neck to meet his eyes.

“Waiting for you.”

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