Mom Handed Us One Lease, So I Handed My Stepbrother My Bed novel · Chapter 2 of 24

Chapter 2: The Refrigerator

In the dark kitchen she lets him eat her out on the counter edge and then fuck her standing against the refrigerator, and her phone lights with a Denver deadline that she turns face down.

He kissed me back, and he held nothing in.

One hand came up into my braid, and the other spread across my back.

His palm covered it from my shoulder blades to my waist.

I heard the wet dish towel fall off the step and hit the landing.

"Saldana," he said against my mouth. "I'm your stepbrother."

"I know what you are."

"My dad is forty minutes up the road."

"And he's not on this staircase," I said. "Tell me to stop."

He looked down at me, and his pale eyes were dark in the porch light.

"I can't," he said.

"Good."

I pulled his mouth back down to mine, and he lifted me off the step.

He did it with no effort, both hands under my ass, and my feet left the wood.

My legs went around his hips on their own.

He carried me in through the kitchen door with my mouth on his neck, tasting salt and smoke.

"Counter," I said.

"Which one?"

"The one by the sink. Put me down there."

He set me on the edge of it, and the cold tile caught the backs of my thighs.

The kitchen was dark except for the streetlight through the dead window unit.

The fans turned in the next room and pushed the heat around.

He stood between my knees, and for once we were nearly the same height.

I put both hands on his chest and felt it going up and down hard.

"Your arm," I said.

"My arm is fine."

"Then take my shirt off."

He took the hem of my tank top in both hands and drew it up over my head.

My bra was soaked through with sweat, and he looked at it for a long moment.

"Fuck," he said quietly.

"Say that again."

"Fuck, Saldana."

I reached behind me and unhooked the bra myself.

I let it fall, and his breath went out of him in a long, rough rush.

He put his hands on my ribs, and his thumbs met under my breasts.

His hands were so big that they went all the way around me.

"Look at you," he said.

Then he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth.

He sucked slowly and hard, with his tongue flat, and my head fell back against the cabinet.

"Jakob."

"Say it again," he said.

"Jakob, don't stop."

He did not stop.

He moved to the other breast and worked it until I was digging my nails into his shoulders.

Heat gathered low in me and hurt.

I pushed at his belt with shaking hands.

He caught my wrist, gently.

"Not yet," he said. "Let me."

"Let you what?"

"Taste you."

I stopped breathing for a moment.

"Yes," I said. "God, yes."

He sank to his knees on my mother's linoleum, in the foam, and did not seem to notice.

He hooked his fingers in the waist of my shorts and my underwear and drew them down my legs.

I lifted my hips for him and heard the cloth hit the floor.

He pushed my knees apart with his big hands and looked.

"You're soaked," he said, and his voice cracked on it.

"That's your fault."

"Good," Jakob said.

He put his mouth on me.

His tongue went flat and slow along my pussy, from the bottom to the top.

I made a sound I had never made in this kitchen.

He did it again, and again, and each time he reached my clit he stayed a moment longer.

I got one hand in his short hair and held on.

He closed his lips around my clit and sucked softly.

My thighs shook on either side of his shoulders.

His shoulders were so wide that my knees could not meet behind his head.

"Don't stop," I said. "Right there. Right there."

He slid two thick fingers into me and curled them up.

I came with a cry that bounced off the cabinets, and his mouth stayed on me through all of it.

He stayed until I was pushing him away and pulling him back at once.

When I could see again he was looking up at me from between my thighs, with his mouth wet and his eyes black.

"Again," he said.

"I need you inside me."

"After," he said.

"Jakob."

"After you come on my mouth once more," he said.

I did, harder, with both hands in his hair and my heel in his back, and I said his name to the ceiling.

Then I slid off the counter on legs that barely held me.

I took his belt in both hands and undid it, and he let me.

He stood very still while I pushed his jeans down.

He was thick and hard and flushed dark, longer than I had any right to expect.

I wrapped my hand around him, and my fingers did not meet.

"Oh," I said.

"Too much?" he asked.

"Not nearly."

I stroked him once from root to tip and watched his stomach muscles jump.

A bead of wet gathered at the head, and I licked my thumb across it and put it in my mouth.

He swore in German, low and ragged.

"On the pill," I said. "And I'd like it bare."

"I was tested in August," he said.

"Then pick me up."

He lifted me against his chest, and my back met the refrigerator door.

The cold of it shocked me, and I laughed against his mouth.

Magnets fell off the door and clattered on the floor, and one was the Virgin of Guadalupe from my mother's old kitchen.

"Sorry, Mama," I muttered.

"Don't say that now," Jakob said, and I laughed harder.

He held me up with one arm under my ass and his forearm against the wall of the refrigerator.

With his free hand he guided himself to me, and I felt the broad head press against my entrance.

He pushed in an inch and stopped.

I felt myself stretching around him, hot and tight and full.

"Breathe," he said. "Breathe, Maricela."

It was the first time he had used my first name.

It went through me harder than his tongue had.

"More," I said.

"Slow."

"Don't be careful with me."

"I'm not being careful," he said, with his forehead against mine. "I'm being slow."

He took another inch, and I gasped.

He took another.

My nails dug into his shoulders, and my feet were off the floor, and I was held up by him alone.

"There," he said. "Look at you. You're taking all of me."

"I know."

"You feel so fucking good."

The last of him slid in, and I felt him all the way up inside me.

I was stretched so full that I could not tell where he stopped.

We stayed there, shaking, breathing against each other's mouths.

"Now," I said. "Please."

He drew back and thrust in, and the refrigerator rocked against the wall.

He did it again, slow, deep and certain, and I felt every inch of it drag through me.

"Harder."

"Maricela," he said, rough.

"Jakob. Fuck me."

He did.

He braced me against the door and fucked me hard enough that the dishes rang in the cabinets.

The sound of it was wet, loud and filthy in the dark.

His hand slid between us, found my clit, and rubbed it in tight, fast circles.

"Come for me," he said into my ear. "Come on my cock, Maricela."

I came with my head thrown back against the freezer and my legs locked around his waist.

I came so hard that I saw white at the edges of everything.

He groaned and drove into me twice more.

Then he buried his face in my neck and let go.

I felt him pulse deep inside me, hot and heavy, and he said my name into my skin.

We stood there with the refrigerator humming at my back.

He set me down slowly, holding my elbows until my legs worked.

I leaned my forehead on his chest and laughed, breathless.

"That's the best welcome I've ever had," I said.

"I owe my father a phone call."

"Don't you dare."

His chest shook with a laugh, and I felt it all the way through my cheek.

I did not get dressed.

Instead I slid down the front of him to my knees on the linoleum, in the foam and the fallen magnets.

He was still half hard, slick with both of us.

I took him in my hand and looked up.

"Hold the counter," I said.

He gripped the edge with both hands, and his knuckles went pale.

I licked him clean, slowly, from the root to the tip, and tasted salt and myself.

He swore in German, and his head dropped back.

I took him into my mouth and felt him thicken against my tongue within moments.

"Fuck, Saldana," he said. "You're going to kill me."

"Then lift me up."

He did, with both hands under my arms, and sat me on the counter edge again.

This time I leaned back on my elbows, with my knees wide and my heels hooked on his hips.

The streetlight laid a pale stripe across my stomach.

He looked down at where he was about to be and let out a long, shaky breath.

"Look at you," he said. "Still wet from me."

"Then use it."

He slid in with one slow push.

It was easier this time, and I still felt every inch of the stretch.

He bent over me with his forearms flat on the counter on either side of my head.

His chest covered mine, and we moved together without hurry, face to face.

The counter creaked, and I could see his eyes in the dark.

They were pale and wide open, and they never left me.

"You were the first thing I thought of this morning," he said. "Before I opened my eyes."

"You didn't even know me this morning."

"I knew your name."

I laughed, and the laugh turned into a moan when his hips rolled.

His hand slipped between us and found my clit, and he rubbed it slowly with his thumb.

"Again," he said. "Give me one more."

"Jakob, I can't."

"You can."

I could.

It built fast and low and shaking, and I came with my heels digging into his back and my mouth open against his throat.

He followed with a groan he muffled in my hair, and drove deep and went still.

We stayed that way, panting, with the counter creaking and the foam drying on the floor.

When I could breathe again, I reached for my tank top, and my phone lit up beside it.

The preview was bright in the dark kitchen.

Denver Children's HR: Reminder, your contract must be signed by Friday.

I turned the phone face down.

Behind me, Jakob had stopped moving.

He had seen me do it.

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