STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Scarletts P.O.V

Your phone vibrates just as the last bell rings signalling you're done with school. You reluctantly pull out your phone, knowing damn well who it is. With a long sigh, you read the text from Oliver.

Oliver: I'm here.

He's not getting the hint. I don't want to ride with him.

Scarlett: I told you I'm not riding with you. :(

Oliver: Yes you are. Let's go.

You huff angrily, shove the phone back into your pocket, and wave a quick goodbye to Bri as she slips out the front door. She mouths a quick 'good luck'

I'm definitely going to need it.

Following the flow of traffic out to the front of school, your eyes scan the row of cars lined up against the curb. It doesn't take you long to spot him.

Just keep walking. I can ignore him. I told him I wasn't going to ride with him, and I fucking meant it. He wasted his own time and gas driving here.

You begin your walk past his car, ignoring his voice as he calls for you from his seat with the window down. You ignore him, and continue crossing the street, pulling out your phone to busy your hands so you have an excuse to keep your gaze down.

"Your being a pain in my ass! Get in the damn car."

You fucking wish

"Scarlett, I'm not kidding. I have shit to do, get in the fucking car."

Unable to ignore him any longer, you lift your eyes from your phone and peer into the car. Your eyes meet, and like it always does, your breath hitches in your throat.

God, why does he have to be so hot? Makes a girl forget herself.

You quirky brow and shake your head.

"Go do whatever it is you have to do. I'm fine."

You wave him away. Aware that he's swearing to himself in the car.

"Get in the car or so help me..."

You roll your eyes

"Or you'll what?"

You halt, crossing your arms over your chest, and challenging him with a snide smirk. He firms his lips, his agitation blatant in the way his brows are raised. You're amused with his frustration.

Feels good to be the one pissing him off. A taste of his own fucking medicine. Doesn't like it much, does he?

"Keep walking and find out..."

"Fuck off, Oliver. Your no it may damn babysitter, I can get myself home."

You lean down, softening your expression mockingly as you address him again.

"Or is that too hard for you to understand?"

A mirthless laugh escapes his lips. You don't wait around to listen to his response, instead you continue walking, chuckling softly to yourself.

His face... was fucking priceless!

Turning back to your phone, you scroll through your timeline. Its not until you hear tires screeching and see his car is up on the sidewalk in front of you that you pull your gaze from your phone.

"what the fuck Oliver! What the hell, you could have hit me!"

Oliver hops out the car, stalking towards you with a cocky expression on his face.

"I warned you."

lawn, before he scoops you up and tosses you over his shoulder. You flail your

you stupid son of a

to someone other than yourself. I told you I was picking you up. Stop being

and struggle to move as he tightens his arm around your waists. With one hand he reaches for the passenger door, throws it open and bends to drop you into the seat. He gives you a stern look and slams the door in your

who the hell does he

"You're so fucking annoying."

grins triumphantly and pulls out onto the

you seem to want to

peer out

i am. And if you weren't so horrible

that's fucking

You frown

"How so?"

last night. In

glass and let your

will be held over my fucking head for a lifetime. Its not

maybe you wanted me to watch? Why didn't you lock your door? Or watch porn on your

grip on

stay there to watch you. I was shocked. It was just a response to seeing you... like

now, i can tell

yourself, wondering what the he'll

keep clenching your thighs together. Every time you take a deep breath you push your breasts froward, and i can

the hell does he know? They hardened

"It doesn't matter."

you're not denying it,

The way he slowly licks and then bites his lips as his lips spread upwards

seems pretty proud of

your twisted view, not every woman

slightly. You watch as his hair falls

bay, its not a twisted view. I know

the fingers on his right hand, you watch as

Oh fuck, oh fuck...

your insides clench deliciously, as the heat begins to stir within your pussy. Your nipples ache, yearning to be nipped and

'Oliver... I-We cant"

you like the feeling of my hand on your

Fuck yes...

in your seat, which causes his hand to move further up your thigh,

matter what i

tell you're aching for my fingers to stroke your slit.

swirls his thumb on

"Oh yes please."

hand slowly upward, dipping down to your

"You're panting, scar"

"I need..."

baby,

"Touch me, Oliver."

heat from your pussy

pussy. Stroking the sensitive sport over and over, coming so close to touching your slit, but never actually

very tempting, Scar. Fuck, I'm rock hard just watching you thrust your

tease you with one had as

"You're such a tease"

"You enjoy that."

"No"

"oh really?"

the length of your slit, stopping just where your

hips, pressing yourself

to fucking

to yourself, but by the deep groan that escapes his lips you know hw heard

to put my

so fast! We're literally