STEPBROTHER (R-18) novel Chapter 30

Scarletts P.O.V

You're not sure if it's the liquor in your system, or the raw desire flowing freely throughout your being, but as you sit in Oliver's car, out front of Bri's house after he's basically kidnapped you from her cousins party, you've never yearned for him more.

Just when I start to pull away, I'm pulled right back in.

He cups the side of your face, a silent ferocity in his eyes as he pulls back and searches your face. You're breathless. Anchored by the unreasonable desire that's a fire in your belly, you bite your lip, unable to resist the hunger lurking.

"Scarlett..."

He utters your name like a serenade to the soft breathy moans that slip from your lips, before you move forward, capturing his lips once again. His lips are soft yet firm with dominance as he forms them to yours.

God he tastes so fucking good.

His name is deep in the back of our throat as you open your mouth to lace your tongue intricately with his. You enjoy the way he captures his name on your lips like he's owed your pleasure.

Why can't I just not want him? It would be so much easier.

As if to derail your thoughts, Oliver growls gutturally and bites your bottom lip, tugging teasingly on it, until you're a panting mess.

"You don't know how bad I want you... how hard Ive tried to stay away... I probably should stay away... it'd be easier"

You pull back, staring at him with wide, vulnerable eyes,

When he talks like this, I feel like he's not just some player out to toy with me.

That's whats incredibly dangerous

That's what breaks hearts.

"Ive tried myself... but I can't resist"

You move sideways, climbing on top of his lap, watching as he laughs while adjusting the seat backwards for you to comfortably settle on top of him. His hands encircle your waist, pressing you firmly onto his lap. The bulge of his hardened cock pressed directly against your panties, nudging your slit teasingly.

Oh god, I can feel him through my panties. So close. So fucking hard.

"Oh my god"

Oliver grins slowly, and bounces you gently for a moment on his lap so his erection rubs against your throbbing pussy. You feel your wetness damp against the material as it grinds along your folds.

That feels so good.

Loosening his grip on your waist, he brings one hand up to your face and captures your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip while cocking his head sideways.

"How easy it would be to slide those panties over, and sink you down on my cock"

You're breathless, enticed by his sexual charisma as it taints the air.

"So easy"

I'm losing my will to keep a distance.

I don't want to.

But maybe I should?

He's a player. He likes games. And I keep losing the battle.

Maybe I didn't want to win it to begin with.

You side glance at Bri's house, with its windows dark and void from consciousness as her parents sleep soundly, and you sigh.

"M-maybe we shouldn't"

His eyes search your face warily, and his hand loosens its grip on your face before he settles it on your thigh. You expect him to say something. Protest. Anything would be less unnerving than his brooding silence.

I wish I knew what he was thinking

"I should go"

Your words have no fight in them. Even you don't believe your own conviction. You don't want to leave. Oliver's expression changes to one of contemplation as he moves his fingers to your hips, slowly sliding your dress further up. His skilful fingers draw soft moans from your lips.

"Should you?"

You acknowledge his challenging tone with a resolved sigh of your own

"I don't want to"

Your admittance is gently spoken. You're not surprised when a knowing smirk quirks his lips upwards as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, teasingly fingering the material as your breath hitches in your throat.

"Well, Scarlett... I suggest you decide now"

His mesmerising eyes narrow mischievously as he searches your face.

"Because once I pull these off-"

He licks his lips as if he can taste the juices from your arousal already, and draws his bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth while shaking his head.

"I don't think I can stop, and I don't think you'll want me too"

I don't want him to stop

You wiggle your hips, a raspy moan tearing from your mouth when pleasure ignites in your veins with every gentle thrust of your hips against his jeans.

"Fuck. Scarlett. I swear to god, I'm about to fuck you in this car"

"Its hard to resist you... I want you so bad"

"Fuck it. I have to be inside of you"

He lets you reach for his pants unbuttoning them to free them from the confines of his jeans and boxers. When you release his cock from his pants, it bounces upward, hi meaty length smacking against your wet slit.

"Oh my god"

"I can feel the heat from your pussy"

He palms his cock, and moves it to your slit, gliding the head along your wetness, coating his shaft in the slick juices off his arousal. The feeling of his cock against your pussy is otherworldly. The pure bliss that set's your body ablaze has you panting wildly as you teasingly push your hips down when his cock nudges the entrance of your pussy.

"You're so fucking perfect... beautiful"

You moan simultaneously when you press down against him and the head of his cock disappears inside of your taut hole.

You're interrupted by Bri's pained groans.

"Scar?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Sharp eyes flicker to the backseat, and you sigh when you realise her forehead is pressed against the window and her eyes are shut. You move quickly off the top of Oliver, awkwardly climbing back into your seat with the hopes she didn't witness such an intimate moment. You both straighten your clothes quickly, the sexual tension lingering in the air.