STEPBROTHER (R-18) novel Chapter 22

Scarletts P.O.V

After your date with Jayden which ends on an awkward note when he moves in for a kiss and you twist your head so he gets your cheek, you find yourself laying on your bed while scrolling though your phone. Exhaustion sets in as you relive the events of the day. You're startled by someone cleaning their throat, and you glance up from your phone to see Oliver leaning casually in your doorway.

"What do you want?"

"How was your date?"

He gives you a knowing smirk and you roll your eyes, annoyed with his overly cocky attitude.

He lives to torture me

"It was fun, actually, Jayden and I ended up having a great time"

Okay, its a bit of a lie. Oh well.

You enjoy the way Oliver narrows his eyes with jealousy as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Oh really?"

"Mhm. He's a pretty cool guy"

Oliver scoffs, rubbing his chin before he steps further into your room, closing the bedroom door behind him, and grins deviously.

"A cool guy, huh?"

You nod, returning his grin with one just as teasing as his own.

"The coolest"

He moves closer towards you, placing his hand on the end of your bed beginning to crawl on it. You shoot backward until your back hits the headboard and there's nowhere else to run. He stops with an inch between you, gazing down at your lips hungrily, before slowly dragging his eyes back up to meet yours.

"Hm... well, I'll tell you one thing, Scar, you didn't cum for the coolest guy. No. You saved that just for me, baby"

"Stop it"

"Or what?"

Or I want be able to stop myself

"Come on, Scar, say it"

You quirk a confused brow, and with a raspy tone, you respond

"Say what?"

He grins at the crack in your voice, and leans so close you think he's going to kiss you, but he doesn't. Not yet. Just teases you with the tantalising warmth from his breath fanning your mouth.

"The truth"

"About?"

"Your date. How much you loved it having me in your ear while you played with that pussy"

Your tongue slowly runs across your lips, and his eyes dart to it

I cant even think about that without getting wet

You grin at him as he furrows his brows with impatience.

"I loved it"

Oliver's eyes flutter closed, and he takes a deep breath after hearing you say those words.

"You better get used to it, Scar. Only next time..."

He leans forward and his lips graze yours softly, before you feel him mouthing words against your lips.

"You'll be cuming on my tongue"

You shudder, moaning softly when he pushes his mouth a little more firmly against your lips, before he pulls away.

He's always teasing me...

You raise your hand to your mouth, and press your fingers against your lips as he climbs off your bed, and stands, making sure to cast you a boyish grin before he slowly makes his way to your bedroom door.

"Ass!"

Before he reaches it, your door opens and your mother peers into your room.

Holy shit!

"Okay, I'll let her know and get her number for you"

"Sounds good"

Oh I'm sure it does... right back to being a manwhore! Ugh!

You don't want to appear annoyed but you cant help it. You mom frowns.

"So, whats wrong? What happened?"

Oh nothing, just my mother trying to push women into Oliver's lap! Wow, I really sound like a crazy girlfriend right now.

"So, are you setting him up on a blind date or something?"

Your mom giggles, and sits on the edge of your bed.

"Okay, don't make it a big deal or say anything, but I think it would be good for him to hit it off with someone. Focus his energy on something"

God, they act like he's out of control of something and in need of a distraction.

"That poor girl..."

You snicker. Your mom rolls her eyes, and runs her hands through your autumn locks.

"Oh stop, they'll have fun I'm sure. Oliver's a good looking boy and he can be charming... when he wants to be. The first time you met him obviously isn't a good example..."

"You're telling me..."

"But it seems like you two are getting along! I mean, come on, he's giving you relationship advice"

Oh yeah, rule number one, sit on my face... real good advice

You groan, grab a pillow before holding it over your face and yelling in it.

Could things get any more fucking frustrating?

Your mom grabs the pillow from you and sets it down, shooting you an annoyed look.

Of course they can...