Page 38 of Jealous Stepbrother
And holy hell, I love the sight of her kneeling between my knees more than I like the idea of breathing. But something elseoccurs to me as she reaches up, starts unbuttoning my shirt, baring my inked chest to the sunlight.
“You better not have done this for anyone else.” My voice is low and dark, filled with all the deranged things I plan on doing if her answer isn’t to my liking.
Her cheeks flush. “What if I have?”
My hand darts out, spikes into her hair. She flinches but I don’t loosen my grip. “No, baby. That’s not the right answer. Have you done this before?” I mentally scroll through my phone contacts wondering who best can give me an alibi if I have to commit murder.
Her flush deepens and she holds my gaze for all of three seconds before it drops. “N-no. I haven’t.”
Relief punches through me.
My thumb strokes over her lower lip and her fingers flutter over my skin. “Good.”
Reluctantly, I return my hand to the top of the seat, watching her through hooded eyes. “What are you waiting for, baby sis? Take me out.”
One of those fucking sexy sounds bounces from her puffy lips, tapping straight to my balls. She frees the last button and parts my shirt. Then her eyes grow a little drowsy.
She’s seen me without my shirt many times. But of course, it’s always with a much more urgent agenda in play, like how quickly I can slide my cock between her luscious tits.
Blow my nut before I lose my mind.
This is the first time she’s really taking me in without my cock in the way. I fight the urge to preen for her. Grit my teeth to keep the words locked inside.
Yeah, baby, I kept myself in prime shape, ripped as fuck. Just for you.
“Scarlett.”
Her breath rushes out and I realize she was holding it.
I fight a smile, which dissolves when her fingers whisper over my engorged dick. My pec muscles dance under my clench and she whimpers again. I know she hasn’t fully taken in some of the artwork decorating my flesh, but that can wait for another time for her to discover their significance.
I hold my breath until she frees my belt, pops the single button and, her cute nose fluttering, she slowly drags down my zipper.
Her eyes are growing wider even before she reaches for the briefs underneath and draws it down. My cock springs free and she squeaks.
“Oh…God,” she whispers.
“Wrong name, doll. Try again.”
She shakes her head, her eyes still riveted to my throbbing rod.
“You act like you haven’t seen it before,” I murmur, my breath hissing when hers washes over the sensitive head.
“I…I know but…there’s always so much else going on…”
I nod, getting it. “But now you have its undivided attention. Would you like me to talk you through it, sis? Show you how best to suck your brother’s cock down your throat?”
Her attempted outrage falls before it’s even started, her whole body trembling even as she parts her lips and utters the predictable, “Stepbrother.”
“Hmm, and is that a yes or would you like to fumble your way through it?” My voice is barely coherent, just the act of her watching my cock is driving me insane.
Her eyes flick up. She swallows again. Then, “Yes.”
“Good. As much as it’ll drive me insane, we’re not going to rush this. You’re going to learn how to do this the way I like it. My way, hmm?”
“Yes, Asher.”
There’s a hint of a tease in there, but my dick doesn’t care. It jumps and leaks and she gasps and trembles as she watches it.
