Rock Hard: A Stepbrother Romance Page 0,56
your mouth.”
She pulled back. “Is this what you like?”
“I could watch you suck cock for years.”
“Only years?”
“I could watch you suck my dick until the day I die.”
She laughed and began to suck me again, working me harder and faster.
“Are you trying to make me fucking come in that pretty mouth?”
Her response was to move faster, her hand working up along my shaft as her lips pulled hard. Her saliva built up and slipped down, a warm sensation around my balls, as she kept sucking. I watched her firm tits bounce, her hair bob, as her head and neck and mouth worked my cock.
I grunted and put my hands on the back of her head, guiding her mouth farther down my length. I wanted to fuck her pretty face, make her take my thick cock deep down her throat. I wanted to make her mine, to fill her up with my hot cum.
She moaned with my cock in her mouth as I pushed her farther down, moving my cock in and out. She let me fuck her like that, and after a few seconds I eased up, letting her pull back and take a deep breath.
“Fuck, Becca,” I grunted.
“You’re in charge,” she said, smiling and stroking my big cock. “Whatever you want.”
“Those are the words every man wants to hear.”
She laughed a little and teased the head of my dick with her tongue. “Anything, Reid. Anything you want.”
I leaned forward. “Suck that cock again.”
And then I pressed my dick into her mouth. She began to work my length with an intensity I didn’t know she had, clearly trying to get me off. I looked down the length of her body, at the smooth line of her spine, and wanted to fill up her pussy while grabbing her thick ass.
Instead, my phone started to ring.
I looked down at my shorts. Why the fuck did I bring my phone?
Becca moved back, still gently stroking my dick. “Should you get that?”
I grunted. “Fuck it.”
She smiled. “My mouth isn’t going anywhere. Could be important.”
With another curse, I leaned forward and snatched my phone from the pocket. I checked the caller ID and paused, my heart hammering.
“What’s up?” I said as I answered.
“You busy? I got something for you.”
“It’s late, Thom. Tomorrow.”
“Nah, man. Gotta meet tonight.”
I looked at Becca, concern spreading over her face. My dick was still hard as hell and covered in her spit and all I wanted was to take her back to bed and fuck her until she couldn’t think straight.
“You fucking asshole,” I growled into the phone.
“What crawled up your ass?”
“You’re interrupting something.”
Thom laughed. “Got some hot piece of ass there, Climber?”
“Where do you want to meet?”
“Drop site. Half hour.”
“Fine.”
I hung up the phone and flung it at the bed.
“What was that?” Becca asked, standing up.
“Thom. I have to go meet him.”
She frowned. “Right now? It’s late.”
“He made it seem important.”
“Is everything okay?”
I pulled my shorts back up, though my hard dick wasn’t showing any signs of relaxing.
“Probably. Not sure.”
“Can I do anything?”
I walked over and kissed her softly on the lips. “No. Stay here. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“I’ll be waiting up.”
I laughed. “Don’t wait up. You probably need the sleep.”
She frowned. “You don’t want to finish what we started?”
“Fuck, girl,” I growled. “Of course I do.”
“Then I’ll wait up.”
“Sleep. I’ll wake you.”
She sighed. “Fine. Just be careful.”
I grinned. “I always am.” Without another word, I slipped out of her room, my hard on pushing up against the mesh of my shorts. I stood with my back to her door for a minute, breathing deep as my dick slowly relaxed.
Blood diverted from cock to brain as I went back into my bedroom and changed. Just before I left, I grabbed my gun, slipping it into my jeans.
Just in case. I had no clue what I was walking into.
The night was quiet and cool. The car started on the first try.
I was nervous as I pulled into the place where we usually did the drug exchanges. I wasn’t used to being there in a car, and so the place looked a little spooky, like it shouldn’t have existed.
There was nobody else there. I checked the time on the dash and I was ten minutes late. Either Thom got nervous and left, or he was even later than I was.
I could feel my pulse ripping along at my throat. I was on edge, worried about why Thom had called me out here. If he had rolled over on