Authors: Ash Adams
Meeting the Step (7 page)
Chapter Fourteen
Chelsea
THOUGH I HAD
only been with one person, I had never felt an orgasm so powerful sweep through me to the point that I couldn't even remember my own name. Max knew how to use his hands on my body better than I did. It was like he had memorized every part of me, every part that made me moan or sigh.
I didn’t know what made me walk into Max's room. It was risky and I had never been a risk taker. I knew that if I walked through that door, something would happen and I wanted it to. I wanted him to take away all the negative thoughts and replace them with himself. Rushing into this was my fault but I wasn't sorry.
When he told me that he couldn't be with me the way I wanted, I thought I would die. I was so embarrassed. I knew he wanted me just by the hardness of his dick and the look in his eyes. If I had moved my panties just a little and slipped his shorts from his body he would have been in me but honestly I wasn't
that
brave. As I rolled my hips on him, I let go of my inhibitions. I didn't care if it was right or wrong, my body wanted one thing, and that one thing was Max.
When he touched me, I lost complete control of myself. He was my puppet master and I was willingly following his commands. The sweet orgasm that swept through me was so powerful that afterward I felt exhausted. My body sang from his touch and when he dipped his finger into my mouth, I wanted to lick every inch of it. I had never tasted myself before, and just thinking about it made me want to take him, all of him. But I would wait. I would wait until we were both were ready like he said.
I woke to the early morning sunlight beaming through the window, splashing across the wooden floor. I stared at Max's face, strong jaw, plump lips, and messy brown hair. He really did look like a modern-day Prince Charming. As I was staring at him, his eyes fluttered opened.
"Hey you," he said with a raspy morning voice. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close.
"Hi," I said. "Thank you."
He leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. "You don't have to thank me for making you feel the way you deserve to feel."
I felt pink hit my cheeks. Right when I was going to open my mouth to speak, I heard voices in the hallway then a knock on the door. My heart hammered in my chest and Max's face went from calm to alarmed.
"Go, right now," he said. I stood, completely naked, and there was another light knock on the door. Just as the bedroom door opened, I closed the bathroom door and locked it.
"Fuck," I whispered thinking about my t-shirt and panties on the floor in his bedroom. Thoughts of being caught were swarming through my head and my nerves were on edge.
"Hey son, we are home early," Gerald whispered.
"Okay," Max said in a sleepy voice and I heard him roll over.
"Had a girl over last night?"
"Don't worry about it, Dad."
"Son, we've talked about this."
My heart raced. What could Gerald be thinking right now? Instantly, I turned the water on in the shower and locked the opposite door just in case my mother walked into my room. I listened and waited outside of the shower. What if they knew? What if he worked it out?
A light knock echoed on the bathroom door from Max's room. I barely cracked the door, knowing I had no clothes on, and saw the look on Max's face. He was smirking as he stepped inside of the bathroom. He crossed his arms over his bare chest and looked my naked body up and down. I didn't feel embarrassed but rather proud of my body as he admired it.
"Good Morning, Chels. Dad saw the panties on the floor, so don't be surprised if it's brought up at breakfast. He, unlike me, likes to air dirty laundry at the dinner table."
I had to practice my surprise face. I had to make sure my cheeks didn't tinge pink. I had to make sure that I didn't give us away.
Max grabbed the bottom of my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. He kissed my mouth so softly, so sweetly, that he whisked me away to somewhere else. I was lost in my head thinking of what was going on at that very moment. I felt like I was living in a fairy tale or a dream, and this wasn't my life. I had never felt so wanted, beautiful, or sexually charged.
It was official, Max Jenkins, my future stepbrother, could possibly be the man to steal my heart. When we broke our embrace, I smiled and sighed in pure contentment.
"Before you go downstairs, you need to work on your poker face. Hate to say it, but our parents aren't as stupid as we think." Max ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me one last time before he exited the bathroom.
Could this be real life?
I was mad that my mother had to marry Gerald. Why weren't situations in my life ever easy? I stared at myself in the mirror practicing all the scenarios, all the things they could possibly say or ask before I washed away the reminder of last night that still lingered.
All I knew was above all, our parents could not find out about us, especially not while we were still exploring each other's bodies and souls.
Max Jenkins would be my best kept secret.
To Be Continued with Being the Step: The Step #2
About the Author
Ash Adams loves words and likes to pretend she is a super hero. Luckily through her stories she can make that dream a reality. When she isn't busy writing and fighting fictional crime, she can be found exploring the great outdoors or lusting over mountain views. She enjoys a good cup of coffee and sappy chick flicks where the good guy always gets the girl. She's also a little obsessed with hashtags.
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