All Chapters of Wild Desires {A collection of steamy stories}: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My name's Mia, and I've always been the kind of girl who knows what she wants. At nineteen, I'm in my second year of community college, living at home to save money, but honestly, it's starting to drive me crazy. My mom remarried a few months ago, and now there's this new guy in the house, Alex. He's not bad-looking for someone in his forties. Tall, with broad shoulders from whatever gym routine he sticks to, and this deep voice that rumbles when he says good morning, but he's my stepdad now, which makes everything weird. Mom's head over heels for him, always gushing about how stable and charming he is. Me? I try to keep my distance, and we barely talk beyond polite chit-chat at dinner.Today, though, Mom's gone. She left this morning for a business trip, some conference in Chicago that'll keep her away for a whole week, so it's just me and Alex in this big, echoey house. He works from home in his office downstairs, crunching numbers or whatever accountants do. I heard him typing awa

That night, after the tense dinner showdown in the kitchen, I couldn't get Alex out of my head. I lay in bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, my body still humming from the way I'd teased him, spreading my legs on the table, fingering myself right in front of him, feeling his hard cock throb under my foot. God, the look in his eyes when he finally turned around... pure conflict, but underneath it, raw desire. He wanted me, and I knew it, but he was too stubborn and too "responsible" to admit it. Quiet, controlled Alex, always playing the perfect stepdad. Well, fuck that. I needed him to break, to say it out loud, to give in and take what we both craved.I stared at the ceiling, my hand idly tracing circles over my stomach, dipping lower but stopping short. No, I wouldn't touch myself tonight. I'd save it, let the ache build, but how could I corner him? Teasing at meals was fun, but he could always walk away and deny it. I needed him vulnerable, caught off guard, where he couldn't

The morning sun filtered through the kitchen windows, and I stretched lazily, my body still humming from the day before, every muscle deliciously sore, and every nerve ending alive with the memory of Alex's touch. We'd barely slept after that intense session in the shower, tumbling into his bed for more rounds of heated exploration until the early hours. Now, wearing nothing but one of his oversized t-shirts that barely skimmed my thighs, I padded barefoot into the kitchen, the cool tile floor sending a shiver up my spine.Alex was already there, looking every bit the domestic god in just a pair of loose gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the V-shaped cut of his abs. His broad back was to me as he rummaged through the fridge, pulling out eggs, bacon, and some fresh fruit. The muscles in his shoulders flexed with each movement, and I couldn't help but bite my lip, my gaze drifting lower to the outline of his ass. God, he was sexy even when he was trying to be all re

I stepped out of the bathroom with my skin still slick and warm, little drops of water sliding down my back and between my breasts. My whole body felt alive, buzzing like I'd been plugged into electricity. Alex's taste was still in my mouth, salty and thick, and my pussy ached in the best way, swollen and wet from everything we'd just done, but instead of feeling satisfied, I felt hungrier and greedier. One brother had lit the fire, but now I needed the other one to throw gasoline on it. I couldn't wait another minute. Blake was downstairs, and I wanted him tonight. Right now.I walked to my room on shaky legs, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I didn't bother with a towel or anything fancy. I just pulled open my drawer and grabbed the smallest pair of sleep shorts I owned, soft gray ones that barely covered the bottom of my ass cheeks. I stepped into them without panties, and the cotton hugged me tight, already sticking a little where I was still dripping from

I woke up late the next morning, and my whole body felt deliciously sore, like I'd been used hard and put away wet. My pussy was still tender, swollen from Blake's rough pounding on the couch last night, and my lips were puffy and sensitive every time I shifted. There were faint bruises blooming on my hips where his fingers had dug in, little purple fingerprints I could trace with my fingertips, and I stayed there in bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling and just replaying everything.First Alex in the shower, his hand fisted in my wet hair, his cock slamming down my throat until I gagged and tears ran, and then flipping me against the tiles and finger-fucking me until I screamed his name. Then Blake on the couch, his thick shaft stretching my mouth, then flipping me, folding me, and pounding me so deep I saw stars. The memories hit me all at once, hot and vivid, and my nipples tightened instantly. Heat pooled low in my belly, and my pussy clenched on nothing, already slick aga