Her eyebrow arches and her lips pull into that smirk that always makes my stomach flip. “Are you finally gonna fuck me, Matthew?”
I choke on my drink, coughing into my hand while she watches with open amusement.
When I recover, I look at her, eyes wide. “Are you... ready for that?”
Her laugh is low and throaty, sending heat straight through me. “I think I was ready for that back at our parents' house. In the bathroom that one afternoon.”
I groan at the memory, and the corner of her mouth quirks even higher.
“We’ll see,” I tease, leaning in close enough to catch the scent of her perfume. “If you’re a good girl.”
Her grin deepens, and I know there’s no way in hell she’s going to behave tonight. And honestly? I don’t want her to.
Because I already know what’s coming.
I’m going to sink inside my girl for the first time. There’s no going back after this.
I’m going to fuck my stepsister.
I unlock the door, and as soon as it clicks shut behind us, she turns to me with that same look—part challenge, part invitation.
Dylan steps closer, running a fingertip down my chest. She leans up, and the moment her lips brush against mine, it’s like a fuse is lit. I grab her waist, pulling her flush against me, and she lets out a soft, breathless laugh before kissing me deeper.
Her fingers twist in my shirt, tugging it over my head, and I take a second to savor the way her hands explore me—her touch sure and unhurried like she’s been imagining this moment for a while.
We stumble toward my bedroom, bumping into walls and furniture, laughing between kisses the entire way. I flick on the bedside lamp, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Dylan pulls off her dress, revealing smooth skin and lace, and for a moment, I just stand there, taking her in.
“You’re staring,” she teases, kicking off her shoes and shimmying out of her nylons.
“Yeah,” I murmur, my throat tight. “I am.”
She smirks, clearly pleased with herself, and tugs me closer by the waistband of my jeans. “Your turn, Matthew.”
I strip down without hesitation, my heart hammering against my ribcage. When I step out of my boxers, her gaze drops—and then her eyes widen, mouth parting slightly in surprise.
“Is that...” she breathes, pointing toward the glint of metal at the head of my cock.
“Yeah.” I grin, watching her reaction. “It’s a Prince Albert.”
Her eyes flick back to mine, wide with something between fascination and excitement. “When were you planning to tell methat?”
“Figured I’d let it be a surprise.”
Dylan lets out a soft laugh, biting her bottom lip. “Consider me surprised.”
Before I can say anything else, she steps closer, her fingers trailing down my stomach, brushing lightly over the piercing. The sensation sends a jolt straight through me, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“Does it...” She tilts her head, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.
“It feels good,” I admit, my voice rough. “Really good.”
Her hand lingers a moment longer before she pulls me down onto the bed, and then it’s all heat and urgency—our mouths meeting in a frantic kiss as we press against each other.
Kneeling between her legs, my hands roam, and my fingers trail down her sides before cupping her breasts. Her skin is soft beneath my touch, her nipples already tight with arousal.
I pinch one between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it roughly, and she lets out a sharp gasp, arching into my touch.
"You like that?" I murmur, giving the other nipple the same treatment. Her breath stutters, and I lean down, catching the pebbled bud between my teeth, giving it a light nip. She writhes beneath me, moaning softly.
