I glance over my shoulder at the camera, giving them a wicked little wink before turning back to Matt. I hold his gaze as I lower myself, grinding against the hard line of his boot.
It should feel wrong. It should feel filthy in a way that makes me flinch but it doesn’t. I know these boots are new, just like I know Matt would never risk my safety and that knowledge only makes the heat burn hotter.
A moan slips free as I rock against him, catching my clit against the rough ridges of his laces with every slow roll, pleasure building fast.
“Fuck,” he curses.
His grip tightens on the back of my head as he starts to fuck my throat, slow at first, then deeper, rougher, using me, claiming me. Seeing him so far gone sends a sharp pulse straight through my core.
The coil inside me tightens, tighter, tighter—
And then it snaps.
I shudder violently, hips stuttering as my orgasm tears through me, white-hot and overwhelming. My mouth falls open around him, a broken sound ripping free as heat spills into every nerve, my body convulsing helplessly against his boot. Matt groans, deep and rough, the sound vibrating through me as heholds me there, riding out every trembling aftershock, refusing to let me come down too fast.
I feel him tense above me, his grip sharpening, and breath breaking.
He comes with a low, ragged roar, spilling into my mouth as my body continues to shudder while tasting him, taking him, and giving him everything. The moment stretches hot, raw and obscene before Matt stumbles back, collapsing onto the edge of the bed, panting, sweat-slick and shaking, while the camera still rolls. I shift closer instinctively, leaning against his legs for support, my own body still humming.
The chat explodes—hearts, praise, disbelief—but it barely registers. For a moment, it’s just us. The heat. The intensity. The electric aftermath of being fully seen and fully undone.
Eventually, I find the energy to reach forward, fingers unsteady as I end the stream with purred promises of more soon. The screen goes dark, the room falling quiet except for our breathing. I crawl up onto the bed with him, and he slips the mask off, green eyes dark and intent as he pulls me into his chest and we sink back together.
“That,” he rasps, voice thick and satisfied, “was perfect. Exactly like I knew it would be.”
I laugh softly, shaky but triumphant. “I think the chat agrees.”
He chuckles, arm tightening around me. “You were incredible. Every last second.”
I rest my head against his chest, his heartbeat still racing beneath my cheek, my own breath finally starting to slow.
“We… should do that again,” I murmur, the words barely louder than a thought. Half a joke, half a hopefully idea.
His arm tightens around me, warm and sure. “Anytime, Lil’,” he says quietly. It isn’t a tease. It isn’t a promise dressed up pretty.
It’s just the truth.
The room is still, the echo of heat and noise and being watched fading into something softer, safer. I let myself sink into him, into the weight of his body and the way he holds me like I belong right here.
For once, I don’t feel small. Or wrong. Or like I need to shrink to be loved.
I got to be all of me.
Seen, desired, in control for the first time in my life, and utterly worshipped.
And deep in my bones, I know—this is only the beginning.
Chapter 12
Age 23, London
“We shouldn’t, Lil’. They could come back any minute...” I whimper, my voice trembling, my whole body strung tight as a bowstring with need clawing at me from the inside out.
Her nails bite into my thighs—sharp little crescent moons pressed into my skin—and the sting is a delicious contrast to the soft heat of her mouth as it drifts lower. She presses wet, teasing kisses just above the waistband of my jeans, each touch a brand searing into my flesh.
When I look down, she’s there—kneeling between my legs, hair a wild, dark spill across my lap, eyes locked on mine like she wants to devour me.
She’s been my stepsister for years, but over the past year, something shifted in a way I couldn’t escape. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d see her as more than an unwelcome addition to my family, but somewhere between her birthday in the spring and mine in the autumn, everything changed. The protectiveness I’d always felt suddenly carried a sharp edge of want, a temptation I tried to fight, though I never really stood a chance.
