And suddenly breathing feels impossible.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growls, each word a hot drag of air as he traces patterns on my inner thighs. “I’ve thought about this so much. About you, underneath me, coming apart in my hands.”
Wrapping an arm around my back, he holds me against his chest as he lowers his mouth to mine. I sink into his hold, weaving my fingers through his hair and touching all the parts of him that have previously been off limits to me. His groan rattles through his chest when I open my mouth, letting him inside. I’m lost in his touch, in the way our bodies slot together like missing puzzle pieces, and how rolling my hips against his feels like second nature already. He gently tugs my hair, and the action pulls a needy moan from my throat. He smiles against my lips in response.
“Does my girl like that, hmm?” he whispers.
I moan in response as I roll my hips again. He tugs my hair again, this time pulling back from me, and I whimper at the loss of contact before I can stop myself.
“Such a perfect mouth,” he says, tracing my lower lip with the pad of his thumb. I dart my tongue out and wet his finger, tasting the salt on his skin for the first time. In retaliation, he uses his now wet thumb and forefinger to pinch my nipple, drawing a shocked hiss from me.
“Matt,” I breathe out, leaning forward to chase his touch, rolling my hips again in the process.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Be a good girl for me. Show me how much you need this.”
I grind my hips down onto him, his cock nestled against my centre, and hitting my clit with satisfying precision.
“Oh, fuck,” I exhale. It feels too good.Hefeels too good. He keeps his palms pressed to the middle of my back, toying with my bra strap as he watches me work myself over him. Dry humping wasn’t on my agenda tonight, but it feels too good to stop. I shamelessly rock my pussy back and forth along the length of his cock. The way he looks at me is enough of a reaction to urge me to do it again.
“Like this?” I lean forward, my lips brushing his with every word.
“Just like that,” he groans, encouragement threading through his voice. His thumbs glide beneath the swell of my breasts, teasing the edge of my bra before easing the fabric down. The way he touches me feels deliberate—like he’s mapping every curve, committing me to memory. He sinks his teeth into his lower lip as his gaze lingers on my bare skin.
“Fuck,” he breathes, reverent and hungry all at once.
I want more, and by the look in his eyes, he does too.
With a steady hand on my back, he guides me back just enough to make room, keeping me balanced over him as he leans down. His lips close over my breast, and heat spirals low in my belly, a slow ache blooming between my thighs as his mouth draws soft, needy sounds from me. He drags his tongue across my nipple, moaning like I’m something he’s been starving for, savouring each taste. My lips part to beg for more—more, more—but only a broken whimper slips out.
“Please.”
The sound vibrates between us, and his answering approval rumbles deep in his chest, a low growl of promise against my skin. I pull my hips back, but before I can rock forward again, he’s got one tattooed hand around my throat, freezing me in my tracks.
“Look at you,” he growls, voice thick with heat. “My needy little slut. So desperate to get off, you’re going to make yourself come on your stepbrother's lap, just like this. Aren’t you?”
The words burn through me; the feeling of being completely at his mercy is almost dizzying. I hold his gaze, teeth sinking into my lip, back arching as I grind against the thick length of him, back and forth, surrendering to the pressure and pace I crave.
In the mirror across the room, a flash of us catches my eye. The sight is obscene, a living fantasy, and it makes my hips roll again. A tremor sparks low in my belly, curling around my clit until my breath hitches and the pressure climbs. It’s like a vibration at the edges of my body, seeping into my skin, threatening to spill over.
He curses, raw and ragged, and slides his hand between us, tugging my underwear aside. The first brush of his knuckles over my clit pulls a gasp from my throat, my hips lifting to chase the touch. My breath splinters as his fingers dip inside me, at first just a tease, stroking and retreating, edging me until I’m ready to beg. Then, at the last second, he changes it up.
His thumb presses hard to my clit while two thick fingers drive deep, finding that perfect spot and playing it like he’s learned my body by heart already. Pleasure ricochets through me, sharp and insistent. When I force my eyes open, he’s already watching me. And I know he’s cataloguing every reaction, every tell, committing to memory exactly how I fall apart for him.
“That’s it, baby. Eyes on me while I make your cunt weep. Be a good girl and come all over your stepbrother's hand.”
It’s the combination of the taboo of what we’re doing and his sinfully good touch that sends me over the edge. Before I can stop myself, I’m fisting his hair and dragging his mouth down to mine, desperate to taste my name on his lips, to drink it in as he moans it into my mouth.
“I need to fuck you, baby. Please tell me I can,” he begs, voice frayed with need, each word trembling and the desperation in his voice makes my pulse spike.
“God, yes, I thought you’d never ask. Also…” I bite my lip, tilting my head up to meet his gaze, heart hammering. “I’m on the pill.”
His eyes darken, a growl rumbling in his chest. “Fuck… are you trying to kill me?”
He cups the back of my head, lowering me onto my back, his other hand sliding between us to free himself. He pauses for a heartbeat, just above me, and the world seems to shrink until it’s only us. Then in one swift, sure motion, he lines himself up, the blunt head of him pressing against me until my whole world narrows to that single point of contact.
A hiss escapes him when he feels how wet I am.
“So ready for me,” he mutters, hands tightening on my hips. He pauses—just a heartbeat, one last tremor of restraint—then pushes inside, and everything else falls away. Nothing has ever felt like this; nothing ever will.
