Page 9 of Hey, Stepbro

"That's okay," Blakely says, standing up and moving closer to me. "I'm going to head to the kitchen and grab two bottles of water. Give it some thought."

I watch as he walks towards the kitchen, my eyes locked on his tight ass. The way he moves is wild, and it draws me in like a snake charmer.

I stand up, my heart racing, and follow him into the kitchen. As he hands me a glass of water, our hands brush together. It's a small touch, but it sends shivers down my spine.

Blakely leans in close to me, his breath hot against my ear. "Do youwantto try something?"

I shrug, my mouth dry. "No clue."

Blakely's hand moves to my chest, tracing circles over my skin. "It's okay if you're not sure. I can show you, if you like."

My body responds to his touch, my heart pounding. This is so new to me, but I can't deny that I'm curious.

"Up to you."

Blakely's smile grows wider as he takes my hand and leads me out of the kitchen and towards his room. As we walk, my body hums with anticipation.

Once we're in his room, Blakely turns to face me, his eyes scanning my body.

At that moment, my doubts and fears fade away. Okay, I like guys, and my new stepbrother turns me on. He's nothing like the guys on the team, which is why he's that much more attractive. He's an enigma, a riddle I want to solve.

Still, part of me wants to resist, to tell him that I want to make things work with Amanda. But another part of me, the part that's been buried deep down for so long, is eager to explore this new side of myself. And truthfully, I know Amanda and I have no chance of ironing out our differences.

"Let me show you," he whispers, before pressing his lips against mine in a fiery kiss.

Blakely

I plunge my tongue into Brock's lips, then my fingers find purchase in his thick black hair. His dick hardens between his legs, and I crush my hips to his, feeling it press against mine.

I can't believe this is really happening. Brock, my smoking hot new stepbrother, football star, is into dudes. And he, out of all the men in Riverside, wants... me?

My breath hitches as Brock's fingers slip under my shirt and caress my stomach. His desire sends my own pulse quickening.

"Are you sure you’re good with this?" I ask.

Brock's eyes turn half-lidded. "Lead the way, Blakely."

I press my hips to his, wanting more, and he responds in kind, pushing back, pushing me against the wall. Our lips lock together again and his hunger for me explodes out of his lips—flooding my body, my person.

His hand slides up from my stomach to my chest and I gasp, my nipple hardening under his touch. His hand travels further, up to my neck and then back down, exploring my body with a need that screams and roars.

I pull away and look into his eyes. His gaze is intense and passionate, and I know he's as overwhelmed as I am.

"You're so hot," Brock growls, his free hand stroking my cock. "Fuck, I can't resist you."

My eyes close and I groan in pleasure. Our tongues intertwine and I'm lost in the moment, in the sensations coursing through my body.

I'm ready to take this further, to explore the depths of our desires.

We fall onto my bed, our mouths still locked and limbs tangled.

Brock's lips mate with mine and we kiss with a passion that burns like wildfire. Our clothes come off, first our shirts, then our jeans fly to the floor.

I squirm and moan underneath him as his experienced fingers explore my body, pushing me further and further into the depths of pleasure. Every caress and touch sends electricity through my veins.

Brock dips down, then takes my nipple in his mouth. I thrust my arms around his neck, gripping him tightly. He teases and tantalizes me, sending me into a frenzy.

My legs wrap around him and he moves his mouth to my other nipple. I cry out as the sensations overwhelm me, and Brock moves lower, kissing my stomach and then my inner thighs.

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