STEPBROTHER (R-18) novel Chapter 25

Scarlett's POV

You listen as she opens her room, and leaves the changing room. You reach for our phone, pulling up your camera to take a couple pics of you in the lingerie. You're startled when you hear someone knocking on your stall.

"Um, occupied"

Every other fucking stall is open, yet they have to bang on this one

You jump when you hear his voice

"Oh, I know you want to let me in"

Oh my fucking god... how the hell did he get in here? Where's Bri?

You take a deep breath, phone clenched in your hand.

You quickly step out of the pair of panties you're trying on, so you're just in your thong and the lace bra you're trying on.

You reach for the lock and open it, stepping back as his large frame fills the space, and he closes the stall, locking it behind him.

"Bri will be back soon"

His smile spreads slowly, as he steps forward, grazing his fingers on the side of your face, making sure to drag his thumb over your plump bottom lip.

God, he's so hot

You get lost in his dark eyes, steadying yourself by pressing back against the mirror, along with your hands.

"Then you're gonna have to cum quietly for me, baby"

This is insane!

You want to deny him, shake your head and be logical, but your brain isn't thinking straight. Your judgment is too clouded by him. The intoxicating way he smells so goos, or the electricity you feel from his fingers as he gently covers your mouth and steps forward, wedging his leg between your knees to spread your legs for him.

I'm so turned on right now

Oliver uses his other hand to pull you down onto the bench, and you gasp, which is muffled by the hand he holds loosely to your mouth. He kneels before you, smirking as he's gently dragging his hand down your face and neck, squeezing gently.

"Oh god, Oliver"

You whisper, but he still holds his finger over his mouth to shush you.

"You're gonna need to be quiet, Scar. As much as I love when you moan my name baby, I don't wanna get caught with your pussy in my mouth"

He's going to eat me out. That fucking tongue... I've been dreaming about that.

You gaze longingly at his mouth as he licks his lips while dragging a hand down your stomach, teasingly fingering the edge of your panties.

"I want to tear every single ones of these off you"

He gestures to the lingerie you've brought to try on

I know its a waste of money but I don't give a fuck... I'd let him!

You moan softly, pressing your hips forward.

"Mmm, eager for my mouth on you?"

"Oh yes. I want that tongue on me"

Oliver Let's out a deep steady breath, before he grabs both your thighs with each hand anal rests them on his shoulders, before dragging you forward so you're scantily clad pussy is inches from is mouth.

"Oliver..."

He rises a warning brow, grabs your thong, moving it off to the side, before you feel his breath cascade your wet folds. A soft moan escapes your lips, just as your hear Bri return.

"You alright in there, Scar?"

With wide eyes, you glance at Oliver Whois amused as he grins at you. He doesn't let Bri in the next stall deter him, he moves in and kisses the inside of our thigh. Starting with the left one and then the right.

"Uh, y-yeah! I'm fine! Sorry, there's a lot and I'm trying to grab some pics."

"Oh okay, I'm gonna do the same"

God I hope she doesn't talk to me while he's in here... I wont be able to focus on the conversation.

Oliver leans in, intense gaze still on you as he covers your pussy with his mouth. You immediately gasp and he covers your mouth again, muffling your moans with his palm as he drags his tongue up your slit, over and over. The feeling is overwhelming; pleasurable. Your hips grind against his mouth uncontrollably, as your ride is tongue.

Oh fuck, that feels too good. That mouth... his tongue... oh god!

Oliver sucks your clit in to his mouth, swirling his tongue around it which causes you to shake beneath him, before he releases it and continues flicking his tongue against you skilfully.

You tangle your hands in his hair, pressing him harder into your pussy as you feel the familiar heat of your orgasm stirring in your gut.

Too. Fucking. Good.

Oliver takes his other hand and yanks your bra down, freeing one of your heavy breasts. He caresses it, his thumb rolling your nipple, causing you to arch your back.