STEPBROTHER (R-18)
Chapter 3
Scarletts P.O.V
After tossing and turning, you manage to fall asleep that night. Only a few hours go by until you wake up to the sound of creaking and something else.
What the hell is that?
You rub your eyes. The clock on your nightstand reads 2am. You groan and roll over.
"Just go back to sleep. Ignore it" you say to yourself in a raspy voice as you roll over.
Throwing your blankets off yourself you pull yourself up, blink the blurriness from your vision and press your feel to the cold floor. You hear the noise again.
Oliver... its two in the damn morning, some of us still have class
Moaning
OH MY GOD... he's not alone!
You creep from your bedroom towards him. The moaning noises get louder the closer you get to his door. You press your hands against his door with the intent to place your ear against it, but its slightly cracks open.
Fuck...
You hear Oliver fairly groan; the sound makes you clench your thighs together. You inhale a slow breath, closing your eyes for a moment.
I cant fucking believe this.
Your eyes dart to the flatscreen and widen. Porn lights up his darkened room, illuminating his hand which grips the thick shaft of his bulge...
he's bigger than
lick your lips. The thought of images of you walking into his room, kneeling before him at the foot of his bed, and wrapping your lips
to the way he strokes his shaft. Long skilful tugs. Oliver leans back slightly, his abs lit up like a fucking Christmas tree as
fuck... fuck, I'm
is too
with the urge to trekked yourself through your
from my fingers and I'd have been having an orgasm with him. I'm
around determined to go
wet.
return to him overcomes you and you find yourself
you say as you
part slightly and he lets out a groan as his shaft switches and he orgasms. He doesn't stop stroking himself as your eyes remained locked, and when his strokes slow, his lip twitches up
feeling your cheeks
fuck, oh fuck... that didn't really go as i planned. Why do i feel
urge to
his blatant nudity. You cant help but trail your eyes down his body. The rippling muscles
feeling the heat between your thighs. Aware of how turned on
the show?" Olive says as he reaches for a towel which is hanging
His eyes follow yours to the TV
to keep the noise down. You woke me
seem pleased
"Think again"
convincing, scar. You're still