STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 10

Scarletts P.O.V

Later that night when Briana has to leave, you find yourself packing a bag with what you'll need for

Jenny's party. Once the bag is packed, you glance in the mirror convinced the black yoga pants and

low-cut, lose fitted t-shirt wont alarm your mom that you're doing anything suspicious tonight.

You push some loose stands of wavy hair back behind your ear and decide that nows a good time to

uninvite Oliver just so he gets the hint.

Not that I believe had pass up a chance to get his dick wet with his date by coming to some random

high school party.

You begin walking towards your door, determined to confront him about tonight when uncertainty floats

in your mind.

Then again, why give him an opportunity to piss me off and be amused. I mean, its not like he'll actually

come. At least, not if he has a date.

You shake your head, and just as you're about to reach for your door, you halt.

No, I'm not going to let him think its okay to crash this party.

You reach for the door, pulling it open, as your ears pick up the sound of music playing from his room.

You don't even knock when you enter and watch as he narrows his eyes at you and turns down the

music.

Its not like he knocked on my damn door. I really need to remember to lock y bedroom door from now

on to avoid that in the future.

"Don't preach to me about knocking when you just pulled the same shit."

You ignore the pull you feel every time you set eyes on him, even now when you can tell he's just

showered. His hair is wet and tousled like he ran his fingers through it and massaged his scalp. Water

droplets glisten on his forehead, sliding down the side of his face ad neck, only to kiss the bare

muscular pecs of his chest.

Shit he's shirtless. So much for thinking clearly.

You clear your throat, prying your eyes away from his chiselled torso. You glare at him, venom on your

tongue as you reply.

"Ever heard of treat people the way you want to be treated?"

"Jesus, what is this? A third-grade lesson on respect?"

He is so fucking infuriating

You step further into his room, watching as he leans backwards while sitting on the edge of his bed.

Thank god he's not in boxers. I'd be a fucking goner.

"Look, I didn't come here to get into some meaningless argument."

His unwavering gaze makes you a little self-conscious, but you don't back down. You meet him with

one just as firm and continue.

"I don't know why Bri thought to invite you to the party tonight, but I just want to clarify that you're not

invited. Its not even our party to invite you too, and even if it were... No."

He doesn't react. Not in the beginning. His expression is impassive as he rubs his chin contemplatively.

I'm not here to spare his damn feelings. I'm here to be blunt and upfront so I don't go do some dumb

shit.

When he doesn't say something after a minute, you look away awkwardly.

"I mean, I didn't even think you'd come anyways. Bri said you had a date, but i just wanted to be clear

with you for whatever reason."

Nothing... this is fucking awkward.

You can take his harrowing gaze. You shift on your feet and begin to spin around when he finally

speaks.

"Hm... I'll admit i didn't want to go in the beginning. Not really. I was only saying shoot to get you pissed

off, but now I'm truly intrigued."

You whip back to face him and stop a few steps forward until your right in front of him. He's almost your

height even sitting on the bed.

"No. It doesn't matter because you're not coming"

He shrugs, amused by your annoyance. He leans back on his elbows, and you cant help but drag your

eyes greedily down his body. You swallow the pool of saliva that fills in your mouth and bring your eyes

back up to his where you're met with a smirk.

"Oh, I think i am one"

"No"

"Yes"

You huff angrily and widen your arms dramatically.

"I don't want you there. Besides, you have another poor woman to annoy"

He shrugs carelessly.

"Doesn't matter. It doesn't compare to how fun it is provoking you."

"Oh, really? Well, I'm just gonna let you in on a little fucking secret..."

You lean forward, leavening your hight with his, while softening your expression like he's a child.

"I'm not going to be provoked by you anymore. I don't care enough about you to br provoked. And

these little games-"

You gesture between you two.

"Its over. If I've learnt anything, its that you disgust me. I don't want you... and i never will"

His smirk wavers slightly, twisting to something more devious and hungry. A salacious gaze that slides

over you like a second skin, like he's moments from tearing you apart and your body knows it. The hair

on your neck and arms stand on end, and your nipples harden instantly.

"Is that so?"

He swipes his thumb across his plump lip as he sits up slowly. You've somehow become breathless.

You place your hand in the middle of your chest, running it up to cup your neck as you soften your

brows.

"You can say you don't want me all you want, Scarlett... but i know the truth"

He rises, and steps forward, careful to reach for you, but teasingly he doesn't touch you. Not the way

your body wants to be touched. He leaves an inch of space between his hand and your skin as h

moves it over your chest down towards your aching nipples.

"N-no"

"You know the truth too, otherwise you would've run from the room by now"

You take a deep breath as he moves his hand over your throat and finally makes constant with your

sensitive skin.

"Not fair"

You cant think straight. Not when he's so close. When he smells too good. You shudder as he moves

his hand down to the base of your throat and finally guides his palm down to cup a swollen breast.

"I want to put my mouth on these"

He rolls his thumb over the swollen buds of your nipples.

"Suck on them until you're begging me."

He pinches your nipple and you gasp, arching your back so you push your breasts harder into his

grasp.

"Tell me again how you don't want me, Scar"

You moan softly when he uses your nickname. The word rolls off his tongue mesmerisingly, almost a

growl.

"Oliver..."

"Fuck, cant you see what you do to me?"

With his other hand he reaches for tour hand, placing it against his chest, slowly dragging it down his

smooth muscles until you reach his throbbing erection. You feel your insides clench when he uses your

hand to cup as much of his monstrous length as you can through his shorts.

"Oh god..."

His dark eyes peer into yours, and you get lost in them like endless depths.

"Come on, tell me to stop since I disgust you so much"

He's definitely not being fair... but god, i cant stop my body from wanting him. Even with the frustration

he makes me feel, I'm fucking soaking wet.

You clench your thighs together as he leans forward and presses his lips against your jaw, and when

you feel his tongue dart out as he trails a row of kisses down your neck, you start hyperventilating.

"I know you want me, tell me, Scar. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

Why does his mouth feel so good? Why is it that every time I feel like I can resist, I'm reminded that

he's more intoxicating than i will admit?

"Touch me, Oliver. I want you to put your mouth on me"

You feel his erection twitch trough his shorts. His lips curve upwards slowly with triumph as his eyes

search your face looking for doubt, but in that moment all you can think, breath and feel is him.

"That's what I thought"

A soft moan escapes your lips when he releases your hand and twists you so he can lower his head to

your chest as he pushes your shirt up. You grab his broad, muscular shoulder, steadying yourself as

his warm breath tickles your nipple. The anticipation of his wet mouth on that sensitive part of you has

you panting. You squirm, shifting impatiently as she blows on your nipple. You whine. He chuckles.

"Eager aren't we?"

You have no fucking idea.

You push your breasts outward, pressing your nipple to his mouth, and without further antics, he opens

his soft lips and captures a pink rosebud in his mouth.

Oh fuck!

You let your head fall backwards as he swirls his tongue relentlessly until you're a throbbing mess. He

uses his hand to massage your other breast, paying equal attention to that nipple.

"That feels so fucking good, don't stop Oliver."

"Mmm."

He releases your breast with a 'pop' before he begins to flick he tip of his tongue at your nipple.

"Mmmm. Fucking perfect tits. I wouldn't dream of stopping, baby"

"Oh god!"

You moan deeply when you feel his large hand between your thighs. He teases you with just a soft

strok of hos fingers right on your pubic area.

He's so close to my...

"Ah!"

His fingers don't miss this time, cupping your centre before stroking you through your yoga pants.

"Oliver... yes, yes, yes"

He moves his lips over yours, capturing your moans as if they're owed got him. His lips mould expertly

against yours, his tongue gently massaging yours every time you open your mouth and let another

moan slip out.

It feel too good. I think I'm gonna- oh shit

He presses harder, working the bundle of nerves between your thighs, bringing you closer to orgasm.

You're breathless, writhing in his palm. He sucks your tongue gently into his mouth, and a guttural

groan leaves his lips as you press his erection against your side as he continues to stroke you.

"Are you gonna be a good girl, and cum for me, Scarlett?"

"Oh, fuck yes. I cant stop myself."

He bites your lip, tugging playfully as his strokes quicken.

"I want to feel you soak these panties. Soak the for me, baby."

I cant hold back when he talks to me like that... everything about him, fuck. Even the fact he's so hard

for me.

"I will. I'm so close, Oliver"

"I love when you moan my name. Fuck, I can already feel your wetness through your pants. I bet ties

panties are fucking soaked."

You feel yourself getting wetter and soon the silk fabric of your panties is moist and gliding against you,

adding more friction right on your sweet spot. Your moans fill the room, and for once you don't give a

shit about who's in the house. You cant. Not when you're this close to relief, to pleasure.

The way he's stroking me... just the way he's so eager for me to cum is driving me wild.

Oliver reaches for your jaw, tightening his grip to move your face sideways so your eyes meet. He

moves just a centimetre from your mouth, and with utter control and command, he orders you to give

in.

"I want you to cum now, Scarlett"

"Oh god, I'm cuming!"

"Fuck yes."

He groans your name as you cum endlessly and powerfully in your pants. Your body shakes, and you

feel your legs weaken and wobble. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you to him where you NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

let yourself collapse a little, breathing the intoxicating scent of him.

Oh. My. God.

After a few minutes pass, he loosens his grip and lets you take a step back from him. Your acutely

aware that you just let him rub you to orgasm. Your face warms, you feel the blush surfacing to your

cheeks, and you press the back off your hand to your cheeks, moving your gaze around his room to

avoid his eyes.

I'm fucking unbelievable... seriously. I'm ill. A fucking junkie. Every time i get near him its like i need

another hit. No wonder he doesn't take me seriously.

You wrap your arms around yourself, and sigh.

"Well... that didn't really go how I expected it too"

"It went how i expected it too"

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

"Has anyone ever told you that you let your mouth ruin a lot of moments?"

"Quite the contrary. Women tend to enjoy my mouth..."

He winks at you, swiping his thumb across his bottom lip.

"But that's a perk you'll have to enjoy another time, because you have a party to attend."

He taps his arm like he's checking a watch and you roll your eyes.

"I think I've had enough of your perks. Thanks."

You begin to leave, determined to ignore him but he calls after you.

"We'll see"

Oliver stands silently, a brooding expression on his face as you cast a glance over your shoulder as

you leave his bedroom.

What the hell was i thinking?

You tune into the sound of your mom humming as she goes past the basement stairs.

Oh my god, did she hear us? No. She would've come down had she... right?

You hurry back to your room, and search for your phone.

I'm ready to get the hell out of here for the night. Get my drink on and forget that I'm living with an

asshole who has the sexual charisma of an incubus.