Stepbrother Frat Page 4

  When I walked into the Tau Beta Mu’s living room, the only person in sight was Amanda, our president.

  “Where is everyone?” I asked, glancing around.

  “Off to prepare the Sister Relinquishing ceremony,” she responded sadly, her voice a smooth sing-song.

  I nodded, understanding. It wasn’t Amanda’s fault the other sisters didn’t like me, even though they hadn’t even given me a chance.

  “Have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the empty seat opposite her.

  “We don’t need to drag this out,” I said, feeling defeated. “I can pack my things and leave now.”

  The pretty redhead furrowed her brows. “Where are you going?”

  “I’d just rather not prolong the process.” I stood to head to my room, but Amanda was quicker and gently gripped my arms.

  “Karla.” Her eyes were full of concern. “It’s Darcy we’re kicking out, not you!”

  Gaping at her, I responded dumbly, “But Darcy’s been a sister for three years!”

  “And she wasn’t being very sisterly. Samantha found out that Darcy had lied about everything she said about you. Karla, I’m so sorry. I wish I’d come to you sooner.” Tears were glistening in her eyes. Amanda could even make tears look pretty, my mind jabbed, but I was overcome with joy--and confusion. They wanted me. They liked me. It was Darcy they didn’t like, because apparently she’d lied about me! I was tempted to leap up and do a dance.

  “What’d she say?” I said, just barely keeping the ecstatic giggles out of my voice.

  “It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about that,” Amanda responded sternly. “What matters is that this taught us a very valuable lesson about sisterhood and from now on we’ll be throwing many more sisterhood events so you can get to know us and us you.”

  Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. All this time I’d felt unwanted here, and all I had to do was go and talk to one of my sisters. Seeing my surfacing emotions, my sorority’s president rushed to hug me.

  “Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry.” She stroked my hair gently. “We all know, by the way,” she said softly. When I didn’t pretend I knew what she was talking about, Amanda proceeded, “About you… and Derek. We all know. And I just want you to know that we support you fully. You can’t control who your heart loves, and we’re rooting for you.”

  I broke out into a wobbly smile, a tear spilling over. I laughed through a sob. “It feels incredible to hear you say that, Amanda. Honestly. Thank you so much.”

  Her response was a warm smile. “What are sisters for?”

  “If it makes any difference, he’s not my stepbrother anymore. Our parents just broke up.”

  But from Amanda’s reaction, it didn’t make a damn difference at all. She loved me all the same and was certain our sisters would, too.

  8

  You awake?

  It was Derek. I stared at the text, my finger hovering over the digital keyboard. After my meeting with Amanda, I’d wanted to rush over to him, to tell him the good news about how supportive my girls were and how our parents weren’t together anyway. I stopped myself, though.

  As incredible, funny, smart, and sexy Derek was, I didn’t want to jump into a relationship that he wasn’t willing to fight for. I didn’t need a man, or anyone, to make me happy, and I wasn’t interested in heartache, if that’s what he was planning on dishing. So I’d waited to hear back from him to make sure he was as into me as I was him.

  My fingers worked on the touchscreen.

  Yeah. Wanna talk? I asked, then flung my phone under my pillow before seeing his response. I could feel my nerves all the way in my fingertips, and I chewed my lip nervously as I waited.

  The vibration was only a moment later. Come over, came his response.

  I froze, excited, anxious, and suddenly feeling incredibly shy. It made sense for me to go to his house, because he had the bedroom in the basement beside the huge dance floor. It was a disadvantage when they had people over but an advantage literally every other day of the year because of the privacy he got that his other brothers didn’t.

  I didn’t bother changing out of my sleepwear before slipping on my slippers and running across the park to his frat house. He was waiting at the door when I arrived and hurried me in and downstairs. We moved quietly, not wanting to wake anyone in the house up.

  Once in his room, I casually leaned against his wall in an attempt to look cool and collected. “So, what’s up?” I asked breathlessly.

  My robe slipped open, revealing my purple slip, before I had a chance to retie the knot at the waist. Derek caught a glimpse of it and kept his eyes on me, lingering on where the low cut of my babydoll had ended. I clenched my legs together, willing the heat that traveled from my cheeks to between my legs to stay there and not spill down by inner thighs.

  With an amused lip twitch, he responded, “I just thought we should finish where we left off.”

  “Agreed.”

  I looked around homey room, it felt weird because it was almost identical to the one he had back at home. Mostly because the decorations and bedding were the same and both rooms had white walls. I took a seat at the edge of my ex-stepbrother’s bed as I waited expectantly for him to start the conversation.

  “I’ve been thinking a lot after you left- actually, can I just say that you look absolutely beautiful?”

  Derek moved towards me to stroke my cheek, an endearing move definitely, but I wanted to hear his point before I let him touch me so I moved my head back. Instead, the tips of his fingers grazed my breasts, shooting fiery hot electricity through me.

  I acted like nothing happened, and my ex-step continued a moment after regaining his composure.

  “Well, two points, actually, and they don’t influence each other.”

  “Go on,” I urged him.

  “The Mu Betas know.”

  “About us?”

  Derek nodded. “One of them was out at the lake with a girl at the same time we were and they heard everything we did.”

  “Oh.” My cheeks burned at the realization that people I wasn’t intimate with were eavesdropping on when we were being intimate.

  “They’re trying to blackmail me with the information they have.”

  I nodded, suddenly feeling bad. I’d been at Twin Peaks University for only a couple of months and I was already ruining Derek’s reputation.

  “But you know what? I don’t give a fuck.” My eyes shot up to look at Derek, who looked like he was having an epiphany--an epiphany that’s suddenly making him free and happy. “They can tell the world, it’s not going to change how I feel about you. And I don’t want you to feel like you’re a secret. Hell, I don’t even want to keep you a secret, I want to show you off to the world. That was my second point.”

  I bit my lip as my heart pounded in my chest. “So you’re saying..?”

  “That we should go on a date. We should be together, Karla.”

  Beaming, my hair bounced as I nodded vigorously. “Yes! I’d love that.”

  Upon hearing my answer, Derek couldn’t keep himself away anymore. He jumped me, pushing me back onto the bed.

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” he murmured, with no hesitation before his mouth played with mine. His hand came up to stroke my hair and cheek as he kissed me, his other hand interlocking with mine and holding my hand firmly above my head.

  “What’s this?” I asked, glancing up at my pinned arm.

  Flashing me a brilliant smile, he responded with a wink, “I just want to make sure I’ve got you where I want you.” Bringing his other hand down, he gripped my other wrist and brought my free wrist up to meet my pinned wrist.

  “Now, let’s see this outfit you’ve been hiding from me since you got here,” he whispered huskily as he held my arms above my head, his other hand tugging at the knot holding my robe together. My robe fell open, and Derek released a satisfied ‘mmm’ from deep within his throat.

  Licking his lips, he brought his head down to my neck and left
a soft trail of kisses from my jawline to my collarbone before moving back up and sucking gently, marking his territory on my neck. A shiver ran through me as he kissed the tender flesh, and I tilted my head to the side to give him better access.

  He took the cue and continued kissing, his free hand continuing their journey down my body, ending underneath my panties. I let out a soft gasp as he found my already wet and eager flesh. With his thumb on my clit, he moved his middle finger to my entrance and fingered me.

  Derek’s normally light blue eyes had turned a midnight blue as it clouded with desire. “I’ve been waiting for this for too long.”

  “Then take it,” I moaned, thrusting my hips out towards his fingers. It was a wonder that I didn’t start begging him. I wanted to feel him inside me that badly.

  Grinning, he continued fingering me as he stretched his body to the bedside drawer. Derek got off me for just a moment as he stripped his clothes off. I bit back a moan as I ogled his cut physique, a body proving his years of hard workouts.

  Then, he moved towards me and slipped my robe off of me, hanging it on the back of his desk chair. When I moved to take off my babydoll, he shook his head at me.

  “No, don’t touch. Keep your arms above your head, like I left them.”

  Intrigued, I did as he asked but couldn’t help my eager squirming, wanting him on top of me already.

  With a smirk, he moved down on the bed so he was crouching over my body, his fists pressed down into the mattress. “Patience, Karla.”

  Derek took a moment to let his eyes roam all over my body, making my clit tingle with want. Then his mouth was on me. With the hem of my babydoll between his teeth he gently tugged it inch by painstakingly slow inch until it was up over my belly button. Then he released it and went back, kissing every inch of the flesh he’d just exposed.

  Shifting his body up, he did the same thing to get it from my belly button to above my breasts, and I arched my back to help him. This time, since I wasn’t wearing a bra, he took extra care in kissing and suckling on my nipples. I let out a moan as the feel of my trembling legs intensified. My pussy was wet enough that I could already feel a drop of me trickle down my inner thigh, marking his mattress.

  By the time he had my babydoll off, he went back to my panties. Derek scooped my panties in between his teeth with the help of his tongue, the tip of it sliding across my throbbing cunt. I moaned, thrusting myself against his mouth, wanting another round of his perfect mouth working my more sensitive lips.

  “There’ll be plenty of time for that later,” he assured me. “This time, I just want you… Every inch of you. Hard.”

  Tearing the wrapper with his teeth, he sheathed himself before climbing on top of me at an excruciatingly slow pace. Arching my back towards him, I kept my hands where he asked me to, though I desperately wanted to wrap my arms around his neck. Derek grabbed my thighs and spread them, and instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was rewarded with a brilliant, panty-melting grin at my eager reaction, and almost blushed that I was showing that I wanted him so much. I wasn’t used to it.

  Within moments he took all of my worries away. Derek’s mouth covered mine as he eased himself into me, and I moaned into it from the pleasure of how completely and perfectly he filled me. I could feel him in every inch of me, and every inch of my skin was prickled with anticipation.

  As he filled me, he moved slowly and paused every time I’d breathe sharply in an attempt to adjust to his massive girth. It was hot watching him, because I could tell he was holding himself back. Once I’d finally adjusted, he began picking up his pace as he moved in and out of me. My hands came down to dig into his hair, and he quickly pinned them back up above my head with one of his big hands. With the other hand still in the mattress, he used it as leverage as he built up speed, and I could feel my heart begin to race for what was to come next.

  His eyes burned into mine, and I could only imagine the hunger I had in mine for him. When he noticed it, Derek thrust even deeper into me, driving his cock in areas I didn’t even know I wanted to be touched. I cried out in pleasure and his hand tightened around my wrists, his hips rhythmically moving in and out of me at a frighteningly increasing pace. Derek groaned into my mouth, and my heart did a bounce, excited that I could make him feel that good. Almost naturally, I found my body arching towards his every time he’d thrust hard into me. My wrist was beginning to burn from his grip, but it was a good burn, one that intensified how incredible he was making me feel. Our mouths hadn’t broken contact yet, and I made sure to take every opportunity I could to moan my appreciation into his mouth for making me feel so good.

  The louder I moaned, he harder he drove into me. I was beginning to crave his cock in way I didn’t know were possible; when he pulled almost all the way out to taunt me before pounding back in, it would make me quiver with need, and it terrified the shit out of me. When he did it for the third time, I finally ignored his order and wiggled my wrists free of his hand, grabbing the back of Derek’s head with one hand and clenching his ass cheek with my other hand. I tried to force him to fuck me harder, and as soon as I did, Derek’s bright eyes darkened, a devilish smirk tugging at his lip.

  “You really want to play it rough?” he teased, his voice a soft rumble with a hint of danger.

  Squirming under him, I felt bold and dared him back, “Yeah, it’s my turn to take charge.”

  “Take charge then,” he ordered, his hands finding their way back to my wrists, pinning me down.

  As I wiggled under him, trying to break free, my heart thumped even harder with desire. He drove me wild with the smug, amused look he shot me next. “That’s what I thought.”

  With that, he let go of my wrists and pulled out. As soon as I felt empty, his fingers roughly found their way to my hip and flipped me over. Looping his muscular arm under my hips, he pulled my ass up into the air, exposing me to him and making me feel incredibly vulnerable.

  With my pussy and puckered hole bared in the air, each movement Derek made cast a soft breeze on my exposed areas, cooling me down and shooting delicious shivers through my body. Moments later, I felt his hips frame mine, his thick cock guided towards my aching entrance once again. Without warning, Derek pummeled into my dripping hole with his dick, driving further and further in with each thrust. With my breasts pressed against his mattress, I gripped the sides to leverage myself, hardly able to keep my balance on the bed with the force he was driving into me.

  Derek’s thrusts became more urgent as he picked up speed; his cock was throbbing inside of me so much that I had to work to accommodate the extra girth. With each primal grunt he gave, I matched it was an equally passionate moan. He tried shushing me a couple of times, in case his fraternity brothers were up and about, and normally I was quieter than this but I couldn’t control myself around Derek. He was awakening something in me I didn’t know existed, and the swelling of my heart was almost matched by the aching of my pussy.

  As if hearing my need for him, Derek brought one hand between my legs, and I stuck my ass higher up to give him more room—and to allow him to fuck me deeper. His free hand roamed my body, feeling the parts of me that had been forbidden all these years. He massaged my breast and shot painfully good jolts as he squeezed my nipple with two fingers. I couldn’t help but cry out Derek’s name, his cock stretching me out exactly the way I needed to be filled. As expert fingers rubbed teasing circles on my clit, I could feel my orgasm begin to build up.

  My hips grinded against his hand, urging him to touch me harder as he took me. Derek obliged. Within seconds of rougher treatment, a powerful orgasm began heating me from my core, spreading throughout my body. I buried my face into his pillow, not wanting to wake anyone in the house with my moans. Derek took the opportunity to stop fingering me at just the right time, holding onto my curves as he let me ride out my orgasm on his cock. He drove into my the hardest he had yet. With my pussy extra sensitive, each thrust sent a new delicious ripple of pleasure through me. H
earing my enjoyment was Derek’s undoing. I could feel his dick throbbing inside of me as he pumped a final few times before collapsing beside me on the bed, spent.

  I looked up into his eyes and smiled as his arm curled around my waist, drawing me into him. I was completely drained, both physically and mentally, from all of the day’s activities. All that was left to do was nuzzle myself into his chest and fall asleep.

  9

  I awoke to a tickling on my arm. Blinking my eyes open, I was met by a grinning Derek drawing a heart on my hand with a Sharpie.

  He won.

  “Hey!” I exclaimed, flicking at the Sharpie. “Not fair, I was asleep.”

  Chuckling, he responded, “Let’s be real, Karla. I could’ve killed you a hundred times already, I just like keeping you around. Let’s head out and grab breakfast? You’ve been out for a while… I guess I really knocked you out, huh?” The last was said with a wink, and I felt heat blossom to my cheeks.

  Avoiding his burning gaze, I glanced at my crumpled pile of sheer, silky fabric on the ground then back at Derek. “I can’t go anywhere in those.”

  Derek pulled his office chair towards us, on it was one of my sundresses, folded neatly with fresh panties and a bra. “You don’t have to,” he murmured.

  “Where did you get this?” I asked, gaping at my clothes. Shrugging, he explained that he had sent his Little Brother off to pick up some of my clothes.

  Well, that’s certainly convenient. My Big Sister hasn’t even taken the time to speak to me, let alone ask for favors.

  Slipping the new clothes on, I ran my fingers through my hair and smudged away any smeared eyeliner from last night. This’ll have to do for breakfast.

  “Come on,” he said, holding out his hand. “We have a bit to talk about.”

  Derek’s chauffeur pulled the car over once we arrived at the Country Club. Puzzled, I got out of the car. Why are we at the country club? It felt like a mistake.