Page 8 of The Stepbrother 2: Noah

Grabbing Creed by the wrist, I pulled her toward the exit, out of the club, just in case the guy came looking for us.

We ended up on a staircase that led down to the beach. I pulled her off to the side where some bushes provided cover. In the dark, I could barely make out her face.

“What was that about?” I started out yelling but dropped my voice to a whisper.

“He’s a fucking asshole. He ate me out once, last summer, and now he claims I owe him some pussy,” she said calmly.

My nostrils flared at her words. Before I could respond, her phone chimed. She checked the message, the light from her phone illuminating her sweaty, frowning face. I watched as she texted.

“I just told Maine we’re outside,” she said. “She’ll be out as soon as she finds her missing friend.”

I heard her, but my mind was still stuck on her confession. “Why would you engage in any type of sexual act with someone old enough to be your father?” I nearly growled.

The light from her phone disappeared, plunging us back into darkness. She let out a humorless laugh and shoved me, her body colliding with mine, then retreating. “You’re one to talk. Maine was just telling me about how your first and last girlfriend was your mom's forty-something-year-old friend. Fell in love with her, too, didn’t you?” Her voice was mocking. “Are you like me and just like them older and more mature, or were you looking for a mommy figure?”

Maine had a big fucking mouth. And the answer was somewhere between the two choices. I had abandonment issues, which caused me to fixate on people. That was why I didn’t dogirlfriends. A quick hookup with someone from Tinder or the club was all I needed to scratch the itch.

“Maine talks too much. Mind your fucking bus—”

Her teeth sank into my chest, stopping me mid-sentence. “Stop yelling at me,” she muttered.

Something in me snapped. I felt it break, physically. I leaned down to where I knew her breast would be and sank my teeth into it through her shirt.

She hissed. I pulled back

“See, I can bite too.” I taunted

“Why the hell did you do that?” she demanded, shoving me.

“You bit me first.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to bite me on my tit,” she yelled, shoving me again.

“What gives you the right to use me like a human dildo?” I shot back.

She laughed, unfazed. “Mad it wasn’t your mothers old lady friend?”

That was it. I reached out and shoved her against the stairs, pinning her with my body.

Her teeth sank into my tricep, hard enough to leave marks. I pried her mouth away and wrapped my hand around her neck, pushing her head back against the stairs again. The liquor burned through my veins, fueling my every reckless impulse as I used my knee to spread her legs. With my free hand, I unbuckled my belt, then pulled down my zipper, freeing myself. When I reached under her skirt, there was nothing but heat and wetness.

I lifted her off her feet, using my body weight to press her against the wall. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around my waist. It happened so fast I don’t think she had time to process it—or maybe she didn’t want to.

I pressed against her, my hard length finding her slick opening, and she let out a scream as I pushed in. I clamped my hand over her mouth, letting go of her neck. “Too big,” came her muffled voice.

“No. It’s not. Take it all,” I whispered, tugging on her earlobe with my teeth. “You started this. You wanted this. Now I’m giving you what you’ve been begging for. And you’re going to be quiet unless you want Maine to find us down here, you impaled on my dick.” She felt so good I wanted to finish right then, but I had a point to prove. I was going to fuck her until she was sore, until maybe she’d think twice about torturing me.

I moved with no finesse, just raw intensity, pumping into her with reckless abandon. She was tight, her body squeezing me in a way that felt damn near possessive. Her muffled screams softened into moans, and I dropped my hand from her neck, gripping her ass for better leverage. Spreading her. I pushed deeper, wishing I could see her face.

She started moving against me, her body rising and falling on my length. “Good girl,” I murmured. “Fuck me back.” She was close, her body tightening, contracting around me.

“Oh God… I’m cumming,” she hissed.

“That’s it, give it to me.” I felt her release, her warmth coating my fingers and my pants. I gritted my teeth, holding back just long enough for her to finish before pulling out, releasing myself all over her thighs.

As the last pulse of satisfaction faded, reality hit. I heard Maine calling my name, and I dropped Creed’s legs, pulling my polo over my head to clean the mess I’d made between her thighs,

then dropped it. Then, without a word I left her, I walked down the beach, my mind reeling.

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