Pulse: A Stepbrother Romance Read Online Free

than what I knew was coming. Soon we entered his building and made our way up to his apartment. It was small, but I was in no mind to analyze it.
    I’ll never see it or him again, anyway. It was a secret, sexy thought that gave me such a thrill. I’d done nothing like this before.
    As soon as the door opened we enveloped each other once more, hands and lips everywhere as we danced to silent music.
    “One second,” Chris said. “You like electronic music?”
    “Yes.” I stood there, flustered as he played with speakers and a device.
    A slow intro started, the bass deep and sensual. The music snaked through my body and my hips moved of their own accord.
    This is really good stuff. I wonder if I’ll be able to find this music again later.
    He came back, shoulders moving as he gyrated to the beat. He grabbed my hand and pulled me close. Our bodies molded together, pressed tight as we moved.
    “I promised you a dance,” he said into my ear. “I always deliver on my promises.”
    We danced, the music weaving its magic around us as the world disappeared except for his hard body held tight to my own. Our lips met again, and hands drifted.
    I lifted his shirt, pulling it off him to reveal the powerful build underneath. I glided my hands over the muscles of his chest, reveling in the sensory experience.
    As if I had broken the ice, clothes disappeared until we were stark naked.
    It should have felt ridiculous to dance in the nude, but the alcohol, music, and the strange hold Chris had over me worked to draw the experience together as my body ground against his. I drifted on a cloud of sensation, doing what felt right and good.
    I pressed my breasts against his body, holding onto his shoulders even as his hands slid down my back and cupped my buttocks, pulling me harder against him. I could feel his hardness against my leg, but before I could reach down and grab hold of it he was on the move.
    He let his fingers trail over my body up to my breasts, lifting and squeezing them as he leaned down to capture a nipple between his teeth.
    I gasped as the hot wetness of his mouth enveloped me, and the smooth silkiness of his tongue laved the sensitive skin. My pulse throbbed in time with the beat, speeding up as the music grew more intense and the things Chris did brought me more fully into the moment.
    He kept dropping lower until he knelt on the ground in front of me. His hands steadied and lifted me as he pulled my right leg around to rest on his back, opening me to him.
    I ran my hands through his hair as I felt his hot breath wash over my pussy. There was no way to prepare for the blast of pleasure that rippled through me when his tongue took a long, languid lick up my wet slit.
    “Ah, fuck yes, Chris.” I didn’t know if he heard me over the music, and I didn’t care. The man was on his knees at my feet, and I never wanted him to stop what he was doing. It was empowering.
    After tasting me, Chris locked onto my clit and my leg convulsed against his back as the sensations ratcheted up another notch. His hands on my ass were grabbing and lifting; they felt good, but were also the only things keeping me from toppling over.
    Close. I’d already gotten near the peak of my orgasm. The music thudded in my ears, in my body as I chased the release I knew was coming.
    I tightened my hands in Chris’ hair, pulling his face harder against me as I used him for my pleasure, riding his tongue as he gave me what I needed.
    “Yes! Fuck, yes!” I screamed as I toppled over the edge, my left leg shaking as it struggled to keep me on my feet through the blast of pleasure that rocketed through my body, starting at the little nub of nerves at my core and flooding out through my limbs.
    Too sensitive! I pulled Chris away and brought my right leg back down. Hands still in his hair, I pulled him up toward me.
    The taste of me was heavy on his lips, but I didn’t care, lost in passion as our tongues slid against each other in a deep