Page 10 of The Stepbrother 2: Noah

She shook her head. "I did. He explicitly told me he doesn’t like me. I can’t make him." She shrugged.

"Does Creed know?" I probed further.

She shook her head. "Let's just watch the movie."

I shrugged, and Maine leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder. I kept cutting my eyes at Creed, and every time I looked, she was looking back at me. A smirk curved my lips, and it stayed there until she came over to tell Maine that she and Devon were about to go get something to eat after she showered. I waited about five minutes before I made an excuse to follow Creed into the room.

"I need to call Scarlett back," I told Maine, not waiting for her to reply.

Creed was in the shower. I stood outside the bathroom door until the water turned off before entering. I swear I’d only followed her to talk about Maine and Devon—at least that’s the lie I was sticking with. But when I saw her, all the blood leftmy brain. My only thought was how much I wanted to trace the stretch marks on her hips with my tongue. Her naked skin was flawless, her flesh soft.

Before she could react, I moved toward her, lifting her and setting her on the sink. A gasp escaped from her mouth.

"What the hell?" she protested, using force as she dropped her hands to my chest and tried to push me away. "Stop, Noah."

I chuckled. "You don’t get to say no or stop. You didn’t ask me for permission, and I never told you to stop. I get the same freedom. I’ll touch you when I want to. Fuck you when I want to. Taste you when I want to."

Leaning down, I grazed her right nipple with my teeth while pinching the other one between my thumb and forefinger. Her response was a purring sound that made me ache all over. My dick twitched painfully as her head lolled back against the mirror, her eyes shut.

I needed to feel her insides before... before what, I didn’t know. I just needed to be inside her. I pulled away from her breast, dropped my hand, and played with her pussy, using my thumb to massage her clit. I pulled my dick free from my joggers, lined it up with her opening, and spread my fingers across her belly, feeling her heartbeat hammering under my hand. Holding her still, I slid into her slowly, savoring the feeling. She wrapped her legs around my hips without instruction. I was surprised when she pulled me down into a kiss. I pressed my lips to hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like her blueberry muffins. The deeper I pushed into her, the harder she sucked my tongue. Her hands gripped my hair, tugging at my scalp as we exchanged breaths.

Fully inside her, I wanted to pound into her, send her limping to her dinner date, but I also wanted to prolong this moment. The feeling was almost too much to bear. My balls were already tightening. My fingers found her clit, rubbing fast circles as I continued fucking her, my thrusts becoming sloppy. I pulled my mouth away from hers. Her breathing was erratic, bouncing all over the place.

She raised both hands to my neck, applying pressure to my throat, and started meeting my thrusts. Her eyes never opened, her skin slick with sweat. My stomach tightened as her hands tightened around my neck, restricting my airflow. My eyes rolled back. I struggled to keep them open. "I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?" I managed to choke out, forcing air into my lungs.

"In me," she pleaded, her voice sultry and unrestrained. I could feel her clenching around me, wetting me. She squeezed my throat harder as she came, moaning her release. I exploded inside her, not stopping until I’d pumped everything I had into her. Panting, I pulled away dripping cum. she slumped against the mirror. Her legs were spread wide enough to see my cum leaking from her.

Feeling satisfied, I leaned down to her ear, my voice a low murmur. “Enjoy your dinner date,” I whispered, letting my lips brush against her skin before I forced myself to step back.

I adjusted my pants, glancing at her one last time, the marks of what we’d just done visible on her flushed skin, my cum still glistening on her thighs. The sight alone stirred something dark in me, but I pushed it down. I knew I needed to leave before I let it all get to my head.

Without another word, I left the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind me. I made my way back down the hallway, mymind buzzing, trying to process. I was supposed to feel regret, maybe even shame, but all I felt was the want, no need to do it again.

The voices from the living room drifted toward me. They were all oblivious to what had just happened a few doors down. I took a deep breath and walked in, forcing myself to join the group, take a seat beside Maine as and watch Creed walk out of the door with Devon, as if nothing had changed.

Creed-

I hate the beach. I can't quite explain what exactly I despise about it. Maybe it’s the sand in my pussy, the smell of dead fish, or how hot it gets outdoors. I don’t know, but I never voluntarily choose to go. Yet there I was, sitting on a blanket that Maine had laid out for us at ten o'clock at night. It was Maine's time to shine, and if she wanted to go and play on the private beach behind the BNB house, then I was going to the beach. With my toes buried in the cool sand, I tried my best not to let my annoyance show as I watched Noah talk and laugh with Ashley. They were nauseating to watch. They looked perfect together, like they’d have little Hitler Youth children.

Why did Maine have so many blonde, big-boobed friends when she came from such a diverse background? This one had shown up last night from Tampa, and now she and Noah were all buddy-buddy less than twenty-four hours later. I could see why he’d be interested. She wore a flowy white sundress as a cover-up for her pink bikini. She had a nice body, she was pretty and self-assured—qualities I usually admired in a girl because I wasn’t one to hate. But when I returned from dinner with Devon, I found her and Noah sitting a little too close in the dark living room. She was smiling and giggling. Noah barely spared me a glance and spent the rest of the night talking to her. He didn’t even have long conversations with his family. What was so interesting about her? And what was the whole bathroom incident about? Was he jealous? I couldn’t deny that he wasn’t entirely wrong for his actions. After all, I was the one who had introduced a sexual element to our interactions. I just hadn’t expected him to ramp it up and start ambushing me for pussy though.

"Quietly contemplating life?" a voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to see Devon, his smile too wide for my liking. I wanted to tell him to shut up and go away, but he was Jason’s best friend. I didn’t want any awkwardness in the future, so I planned to entertain his interest—barely and hopefully briefly—until he gave up. Don’t get me wrong, Devon was attractive, recently accepted into law school in Georgia, and had a great personality. I’d heard the rumors that he fucked well too, but he was too easy for me.

My parents were annoyingly in love with each other, and though they drove me crazy at times, I wanted their kind of love. They had ruined me for anything soft and sweet. Now all I could imagine or want was the type of love that rattles your bones and shakes your soul—the kind that challenges and scares me, the kind that makes me feel alive. I wanted it to be raw and messy, twisted and complex, something that tears me apart just to put me back together. That’s what I wanted, years in the future though. I was too young for all that now. For the time being, I was going to fuck up, fuck off, and fuck around. But when the time came, I knew Devon wouldn’t be able to give me that.

“Yeah, something like that,” I responded to Devon, forcing a small smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. I met his gaze, and he took a seat next to me on the sand. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of blue swim trunks, his gleaming white teeth on display instead of his grillz.

"I guess you could say I'm just sorting things out in my head," I continued, trying to keep the conversation light. "You know, life, the future, the usual stuff." I shrugged.

"Do you see me in your future?" Devon asked, his voice louder than the crashing waves.

I nodded, avoiding direct eye contact. "Yes, five seconds from now, five minutes from now, maybe even five days from now..."

He chuckled, seemingly entertained. Before either of us could say more, Maine flung her wet body across mine, smelling of the ocean and outside. My back hit the blanket I was sitting on. She had been swimming. She loved the water and took to it like a mermaid. I could swim, but the ocean scared me. It was too vast, too wide. I used to have this dream about being swept out into it. I wasn’t going to fuck around and end up dead in some dolphin rape cave.

"Sing, Creed! I want to dance," Maine exclaimed.

I shoved her, causing her to land on Devon. She made herself comfortable in his lap, wrapping her hands around his neck. Their contrasting appearances struck me—her pale skin against his dark, silky flesh. I was surprised he wasn’t trying to fuck her; most of Jason’s friends would have been. But even with Maine sitting in his lap, he was staring at my tits in my teal bikini top.

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