Page 2 of The Stepbrother 2: Noah

He groaned, rolling his head on his neck. "Creed, I can’t. I plan to fix my marriage," he claimed, but he didn’t push me away.

I stepped closer and slid my hand down his pants, stopping at the bulge straining his zipper. Mr. Zimmerman had a big-ass dick, and he knew how to use it too. And my day had been stressful. I needed him.

My parents were famous nutjobs who were either eating each other's faces off or yelling at each other. Today, they were yelling.

My mother was thee, Scarlett Rose. She was fucking hot. She barely looked a day over thirty but was almost fifty. So many college dudes eyes were on her. My dad is the jealous type, so her smiling at a few of the men giving her attention was equivalent to her giving them hand-jobs —in his head.

My brothers, Ebony and Ivory or Maine and Jason, whose college graduation it was—were used to their fuckery and found it funny. And Noah was his usual indifferent self. I was annoyed. They didn’t have to make a spectacle out of themselves everywhere we went. I had ducked off from my family just to find Zimmerman. I needed him to make me cum really hard, but he wanted to be difficult. He knew damn well that he barely cared about his wife. He’d been fucking students long before me, while married to her.

"But you haven’t yet, so let’s say this is the last time," I coaxed.

He narrowed his coffee-brown eyes at me and said, "Little girl, what the fuck do you have me about to do to you?" His Adam's apple bobbed as he eye-fucked me.

"Nothing you ain't done before," I encouraged. He was acting as if we hadn’t been fucking most of my freshman year.

Want to fuck a professor? Drop a few pencils in front of him while you’re panty-less, and he’s bound to put some dick up in you. At least, that was my experience.

He chuckled in response.

Taking a step back from him, I climbed up on his desk. The whole time, he was staring at me like I was something good to eat. I spread my legs.

"Kiss her goodbye, at least," I nodded.

He shook his head before falling to his knees in front of me. Something about him on his knees in his expensive tailor-made suit caused fresh cream to ooze from my pussy. His fingers dug into my soft flesh as he spread my legs.

My back hit the desk, as he dragged his long tongue along my slit, I hummed in satisfaction and let the world around us fade into insignificance.

The rattle of his classroom door handle ruined everything.

Mr. Zimmerman jumped to his feet. Swiping his hand across his face as he went. He damn near ran to the door, opened it, and looked around. Nobody was there.

He turned to stare at me as I fixed my skirt. His face was contorted with anger and frustration. His voice was laced with irritation as he instructed me, "You have to go. Fucking around with you, I'm going to lose my fucking job."

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my purse from his desk. "Fine. Goodbye, Zimmerman." I pushed past him and out the door. I was kind of sad that I was going to have to find a new dick for sophomore year, and the summer was gearing up to be boring as fuck.

Fuck my life.

Creed-

Just as I left the classroom, I swear I saw the back of Noah's head. I was almost positive it was him. He and my sister Ivory shared the same blond hair and the same mother, but my father was only hers. Noah’s conception had caused a big controversy for a while because his mom, Tiffany, had been bribing my daddy, Troy, for sex and money. Then, out of spite, Tiffany left Ivory in the hospital for him to raise, but she came back when Ivory was about two years old, saying five-year-old Noah needed to know his sister.

My momma was better than I am because I would have said, "fuck them kids," but she had raised Ivory as her own and included Noah in everything that we did as children, even though he had a huge chip on his shoulder—acting as if my momma stole Troy from Tiffany when it was Tiffany who damn near imploded my parents marriage with her shenanigans. My momma still talks about the ass whooping she wants to put on Tiffany one day.

I confirmed it was Noah when I walked outside, and he was loading stuff into the minivan Ivory and Ebony shared, since they acted like they were inseparable. My parents figured they only needed one means of transportation. Their weird soccer mom van made it easier for them to go everywhere together. I didn't see Ebony, so he must have gone home with our parents or one of his friends.

I turned fast to head back inside before they saw me. I had been avoiding riding back home with any of my family. My own car was in the garage at home, locked away by my overprotective ass daddy because I fell asleep at the beach in it. I had just neededa quiet place to think for a while. There was always so much going on at our home. I was gone not even twelve hours without answering the phone, and Father Dearest acted a whole fool, like I'd been kidnapped or something. He took my car, saying he would give it back when I learned to act responsibly, but that was okay. I could always call an Uber and charge it to his credit card...

Before I could disappear, I heard Maines voice. "Don't you dare take your wide behind back in that school, Creed. Get in the van. Nobody has time to play the disappearing games with you today. You said you would help me set up for my party."

I rolled my eyes and turned back to face my gorgeous, skinny, blue-eyed, blond-haired sister who sounded more like my Black momma than her own momma. She was standing with her hand on her hip, staring me down. Her brother's ocean-blue eyes were on me too. He was weird to me, always so quiet, brooding, acting like a stranger though we had been raised together, or maybe he was just older and more mature. He'd graduated college already, had his own place, and did drop-shipping for some company. I flashed him a smile, putting all thirty-two of my pearly whites on display, and got nothing in return. He walked around the van, disappearing.

I clucked my tongue. Well, fuck him too.

"The van is full, Tiffany." And it was, to the brim. The seat that wasn't occupied with stuff from her dorm room was the seat her brother was in. "I'll take an Uber back to the house."

She shook her head. "No, you won't, because you say you will, but I won't see you for ten days. Sit on Noah's lap."

I opened my mouth to protest but then noticed the horrified look on his face.

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