Page 14 of The Stepbrother 2: Noah

“You gonna cum for me, Creed?”

“Yes-s,” I stuttered.

Noah hissed. “Then cum. Give me what I earned.”

My legs shook, and the muscles in my stomach seized tight, but somehow the rest of my body went limp. He waited until my quivering stopped to pull his fingers away from my pussy. He lifted them, wet and shining, and pressed them to my lips, watching as I took them into my mouth, tasting myself. Then he leaned in and kissed me, deep.

Right on cue, my phone rang in my hand. We both jumped, startled by the sudden noise. On instinct, I raised it to see who was calling. Devon’s name lit up the screen. Fuck, I had forgotten I’d invited him over. I needed someone to entertain me. I peeked out the window, and Devon was sitting next to Maine. She was talking to him, and he was looking around. I ducked back so he wouldn’t see me. Noah removed my phone from my hand.

“Let’s go, Creed.”

It was my turn to frown. “Where to?”

“Does it matter? I could see it on your pretty face that you were ready to pull one of your disappearing acts. Might as well be with me.”

“I don’t want to talk about anything concerning what we’re doing, Noah,” I said, putting my foot down. “Let’s just leave it as we're having fun.”

Noah shook his head. “No. We’re going to talk—after I fuck you until I’ve had my fill.” He was staring me dead in the eyes when he said it, low and filthy.

I folded, biting down hard enough on my lip to almost draw blood. I was gone. “Okay.” Like a puppet, I did what he said and followed him out. We snuck down the stairs and out the front door.

I guess we weren’t done and over, yet.

Creed-

"Mhmm, your mouth feels so good, baby," Noah groaned in a deep voice. His validation had my panties slippery and wet, but I was concentrating on getting him off, not myself. I continued bobbing my head up and down, slowly building up his nut until I saw his stomach muscles contracting and his thighs beginning to shake. He was almost there.

I reached up raked my nails over the inked skin on his abs.

Gripping a handful of my hair, he wrapped it in his fist and used it to guide my head, shoving himself into the back of my throat, forcing me to breathe through my nose. I cut my eyes to his face. I watched his features twist as he floated through his own orgasm.

"Shit, Creed, I’m going to come. Fuc-!" I sucked hard until I felt him explode in my throat, his dick throbbing. As soon as I swallowed, I pried his hand out of my hair and took my place next to him in his bed.

"Now tell me about her," I rushed out.

Noah blinked, staring up at the ceiling. "You're blowing the fuck out of my high."

I shook my head and said, "I don’t care. You said if I blew you, you’d tell me about your mothers’ friend."

He took a deep breath, his fingers absentmindedly toying with the edge of the sweat-slickened sheet that lay under us.

"She... she was my babysitter first, Mrs. Morgan, Lydia. I stayed with her sometimes for weeks to keep myself from feeling like I was intruding on your parents. Nothing happened then." hesaid, swallowing hard, like telling the story left a bitter taste in his mouth. " When I was nineteen, I saw her one day at this coffee shop. She was... forty-two." The age gap meant nothing to me. She was hot with big tits. She was the first woman to pay me attention. She was beautiful, confident, and knew exactly what to say to make my attention-deprived ass feel special. We fucked for almost two years, then she tried to ghost me. "I thought... I thought I was in love with her. I thought she was in love with me," he said, his voice laced with self-loathing, as if he were the culprit of some grand deception he plotted out and not the victim of some cougar his mom should have been watching with her child.

"Being with her felt electrifying. Exciting, dirty. I... I fixated on her," he confessed.

"I called her twenty times a day when I wasn't with her. I started following her. She said I was stalking her and got a restraining order against me so her husband wouldn't find out. The husband I didn't even know she had."

"Wow, what a fucking creep-ass bitch, fucking child-molesting manipulator," I said, and his head snapped in my direction.

"Is that what you call your professor?" he snapped back.

I shook my head adamantly. "No. I seduced him. Damn near begged him to take the pussy. He resisted, and I was persistent. I'm not saying my professor isn't fucked up for fucking a student, but he didn't manipulate a fucking student he babysat into fucking him."

Before we could say more, our cell phones both went off at the same time, which meant our sibling group chat. We both grabbed our phones, running away from the tension.

I read the message and cursed. "Mommy's birthday is in three days. We gotta meet Maine at the mall in an hour to go shopping. I don't know how I forgot." I did know. I'd spent four days laid up with Noah, fucking, arguing, watching TV, and eating. I was in bliss. I wasn't thinking about my parents.

He sighed. "Fine, but we're coming right back here." The way he said it brooked no argument.

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