CEO Stepbrother's Surprise Baby

Chapter 5

Natalie

Noah pulls me into a random room on the top floor and locks the door behind him.

I swallow thickly.

I'm reminded of his beauty once I'm alone with him. His shoulders are broad, and he gently pushes me down on the bed. I'm a bundle of nerves looking up into his blue eyes and that curve to his lips.

He is so tall... Big... Sexy... Perfectly manly. My self-confidence is shattering into pieces with every breath.

Muscular arms surround me. "I've missed you."

I blush when his eyes roam over my face. "We talk on the phone all the damn time..."

He chuckles and brushes away hair from my eyes. "It's not the same as being with you, Natalie."

My heart races at his words, and Noah licks my jawline before covering my lips with his. An involuntary groan rolls out through my lips when his hardened c**k press against my hip.

Dear Lord, he is bigger than I remember!

"You better…" I moan when he bites my lower lip and kisses my neck with his talented lips. He is a passionate lover and knows precisely how to make involuntary sounds escape my lips. "Make this quick…"

"I don't want to go fast," Noah whispers while caressing my breast, seeming to learn every curve of my body. "But for your sake, I will."

I stare up at him. "You don't want to go fast?"

"No. Who do you take me for?" Noah sounds amused. "If I could decide, I would make love to you all night, Natalie. You're so beautiful. Addictive. Gorgeous. You deserve to be worshipped."

Beautiful?

Gorgeous?

My head is spinning. I'm none of those things, but Noah seems obsessed with me and my body.

His hands are tugging down my jeans, and those fingers are slipping between my thighs with slow, teasing movements.

A shuddering breath leaves my lips. The pads of Noah's fingers are rough against my soft skin, and my body acts on instinct. I arch my back, lifting my hips to draw his attention to my p***y.

"Such an eager girl," Noah removes his shorts, revealing his beautiful, veiny c**k. His smirk is smug when he fingers my wetness. "Have you been thinking about me tonight?"

Yes. "No."

Noah breathes a laugh. "Why do you fight me so hard when we both know you want me?"

I don't reply, and goosebumps spread along my skin when a thick finger slides into me.

"You're already so wet for me," Noah studies me with heat in his gaze, and my p***y swells when he crawls over me and pins me underneath his chest. "If I were to make a guess, I would say you like me a lot."

"Don't flatter yourself," I'm utterly breathless. "You're hot, but that's all there is to this..."

"You never cared when my other teammates asked you out. They call you the ice queen on campus; you must really like me if your p***y is this wet for me, Natalie."

"No... You're wrong..." I moan again, unable to help it.

"Am I?" Noah asks in amusement. He won't stop teasing my poor clit with his thumb and rubs it until I shake. "I won't f**k you unless you tell me you like me."

That bastard!

I meet his eyes, cursing him for making me say this. "I like you a little bit."

"Now, was that so hard?" Noah's sexy smile disarms me and distracts me enough for his next move.

Reaching up, he grabs my wrists and holds them above my head while dipping down to control me with his tongue. He isn't a gentle lover, but I like it when he dominates me.

I have two hundred pounds of a quarterback kissing me; it's turning me on, knowing I'm not the one in control. Noah is raining kisses over my skin, squeezing my breasts while his c**k is at my opening.

When his teeth press into my breast, I gasp sharply. How does he know what turns me on?

I'm panting, utterly breathless, when the tip of his c**k pushes into me. My legs spread on instinct to grant his access. I'm wetter than ever, shaking because I want Noah to fill me.

"I want to leave marks all over your body," Noah is cupping my breasts, pressing his fingers into the soft skin. "Can I do that?"

"It's something kinder gardeners do."

He laughs against my skin, biting my lower lip. "Or men who don't want other men to touch their women."

"I'm not yours."

He smiles, throwing me off guard. "You are."

I open my mouth to protest, but he thrust into me, making the words die in my throat. His lips press against mine, and he uses one thumb to rub my clit, making pressure build in my stomach.

I'm melting.

Floating on cloud nine.

A moan louder than ever leaves my lips, and Noah smirks. "So this is how I make you stop being the silent lover? You like this, huh?"

Noah keeps tormenting my clit while he f***s me, and I close my eyes, unable to prevent my legs from shaking. My p***y is burning, and I can't help but meet Noah's thrusts.

I breathe in another sharp gasp. "Oh-my-god, that feels so good... Don't stop... I'm close..."

Noah chuckles darkly, pressing his wet lips against my ear. "Didn't I tell you that you would beg me for more?"

My eyes snap open when he lifts his ass. "Don't you dare pull out your c**k… Noah… I'm serious…"

His voice is raw with lust. "I wasn't planning on it."

Noah speeds up his pace, and my hands travel to his muscular back. My nails sink into his skin, and soon even Noah is panting. He is working up a good sweat, and it's hot watching him.

I moan, unable to control it. "Fuck... Noah..."

Shivers and flames are wrecking my body, drawing sounds of pleasure from my lips. I'm close. The pressure from Noah's fingers on my clit is causing me to ache, and his c**k pushes me further toward the edge.

"You're so wet," Noah groans above me. "f**k, Natalie... You don't realize what you're doing to me... So sexy..."

Noah pushes into me, causing me to cry out in bliss. Fireworks are staring in my belly, spreading to every part of my body. I'm tense, and everything feels too tight as I climb to reach my first o****m.

"Noah..." My eyes are closed, and my voice doesn't come out like mine. I sound desperate, and... Shit... "Oh god... Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh..."

I grab his neck, pulling Noah in for a kiss. It's enough to send me toppling over the edge, and suddenly I'm moaning into his mouth. A rush of hot, delicious bliss makes my entire body go limp.

But Noah isn't done yet. He keeps kissing me. Taking. f*****g. Using me until he groans and reaches his own c****x.

It feels like my lungs are about to explode. I'm smiling at the ceiling when Noah falls down next to me. He is lying on his stomach, so I smack his peachy ass and laugh when he lifts an eyebrow at me.

"Admit that you have a thing for butts."

I snort, lips struggling but failing to contain my laughter. "I will admit nothing, pretty boy."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Doesn't everyone? You have an entire fan club out there. They follow your i********: and seem to think your posts are godsent."

Noah frowns. "But I wasn't asking about them. I want to know what you think—your opinion is what I want."

I ignore him and climb up from the bed.

My eyes search for my underwear until I notice Noah is playing with them. He winks at me and presses them to his nose, inhaling.

I snort. "Gross!"

"I think you smell rather sweet," Noah smiles at me. "I will keep these for later when I need inspiration."

I gasp. "You can't keep those! I won't go commando tonight!"

"Uh, I guess you can take my boxers then?"

"As if they would fit me—you have football thighs!"

He grins. "Don't forget about your favorite thing about me—my peachy ass; it's also big. Very round. Do you want to bite it?"

I roll my eyes at him, but I can't fight the smile stretching my lips.

Damn it all to hell!

My heart is light and bubbly around Noah, but I realize it's wrong. I can't fall in love with my freaking soon-to-be stepbrother!

"We should head downstairs. I will walk into the corridor first, and you will follow me." I wet my lips, bracing myself.

"Wait..." Noah turns toward the window. "People are yelling out there. Do you think there is a fight going on or something?"

"Probably," I slip into my jeans. "I left Linnea down there. I have to check on her and make sure that she is fine."

"Yeah," Noah gives me a gentle smile. "Tell me if you two need a ride home."

I open my mouth, but we both stare at the window when we hear more yells and shouts coming from the garden. It doesn't sound like men fighting—it sounds like Linnea and Bianca!