STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Scarletts P.O.V

Later that night when Briana has to leave, you find yourself packing a bag with what you'll need for Jenny's party. Once the bag is packed, you glance in the mirror convinced the black yoga pants and low-cut, lose fitted t-shirt wont alarm your mom that you're doing anything suspicious tonight.

You push some loose stands of wavy hair back behind your ear and decide that nows a good time to uninvite Oliver just so he gets the hint.

Not that I believe had pass up a chance to get his dick wet with his date by coming to some random high school party.

You begin walking towards your door, determined to confront him about tonight when uncertainty floats in your mind.

Then again, why give him an opportunity to piss me off and be amused. I mean, its not like he'll actually come. At least, not if he has a date.

You shake your head, and just as you're about to reach for your door, you halt.

No, I'm not going to let him think its okay to crash this party.

You reach for the door, pulling it open, as your ears pick up the sound of music playing from his room. You don't even knock when you enter and watch as he narrows his eyes at you and turns down the music.

Its not like he knocked on my damn door. I really need to remember to lock y bedroom door from now on to avoid that in the future.

"Don't preach to me about knocking when you just pulled the same shit."

You ignore the pull you feel every time you set eyes on him, even now when you can tell he's just showered. His hair is wet and tousled like he ran his fingers through it and massaged his scalp. Water droplets glisten on his forehead, sliding down the side of his face ad neck, only to kiss the bare muscular pecs of his chest.

Shit he's shirtless. So much for thinking clearly.

You clear your throat, prying your eyes away from his chiselled torso. You glare at him, venom on your tongue as you reply.

"Ever heard of treat people the way you want to be treated?"

"Jesus, what is this? A third-grade lesson on respect?"

He is so fucking infuriating

You step further into his room, watching as he leans backwards while sitting on the edge of his bed.

Thank god he's not in boxers. I'd be a fucking goner.

"Look, I didn't come here to get into some meaningless argument."

His unwavering gaze makes you a little self-conscious, but you don't back down. You meet him with one just as firm and continue.

"I don't know why Bri thought to invite you to the party tonight, but I just want to clarify that you're not invited. Its not even our party to invite you too, and even if it were... No."

He doesn't react. Not in the beginning. His expression is impassive as he rubs his chin contemplatively.

I'm not here to spare his damn feelings. I'm here to be blunt and upfront so I don't go do some dumb shit.

When he doesn't say something after a minute, you look away awkwardly.

"I mean, I didn't even think you'd come anyways. Bri said you had a date, but i just wanted to be clear with you for whatever reason."

Nothing... this is fucking awkward.

You can take his harrowing gaze. You shift on your feet and begin to spin around when he finally speaks.

"Hm... I'll admit i didn't want to go in the beginning. Not really. I was only saying shoot to get you pissed off, but now I'm truly intrigued."

You whip back to face him and stop a few steps forward until your right in front of him. He's almost your height even sitting on the bed.

"No. It doesn't matter because you're not coming"

He shrugs, amused by your annoyance. He leans back on his elbows, and you cant help but drag your eyes greedily down his body. You swallow the pool of saliva that fills in your mouth and bring your eyes back up to his where you're met with a smirk.

I think

"No"

"Yes"

and widen

Besides, you

He shrugs carelessly.

It doesn't compare to how fun it

really? Well, I'm just gonna let you

lean forward, leavening your hight with his, while softening your expression like he's a

you anymore. I don't care enough about you to br provoked.

gesture between

its that you disgust me.

and hungry. A salacious gaze that slides over you like a second skin, like he's moments from tearing you apart and

"Is that so?"

You've somehow become breathless. You place your hand in the middle of

all

for you, but teasingly he doesn't touch you. Not the way your body wants to be touched. He leaves an inch of space between his hand and your skin as h moves it over your chest

"N-no"

know the truth too, otherwise you would've run from the room by

as he moves his hand over your throat

"Not fair"

so close. When he smells too good. You shudder as he moves his hand down to the base of your throat and finally guides his

to put

his thumb over the

on them until

your back so you push your breasts harder into

again how you don't want me,

your nickname. The word

"Oliver..."

see what you do to

smooth muscles until you reach his throbbing erection. You feel your insides clench when he uses your hand to cup as much of his monstrous length as you can through

"Oh god..."

peer into yours, and you get lost in them

to stop since

from wanting him. Even with the frustration he makes me feel, I'm

clench your thighs together as he leans forward and presses his lips against your jaw, and when you feel his

me, Scar. Tell me what you want

it that every time I feel like I can resist, I'm reminded that he's more intoxicating

you to put your mouth on

trough his shorts. His lips curve upwards slowly with triumph as his eyes search your face looking for doubt, but in that moment all you can think, breath

"That's what I thought"

shirt up. You grab his broad, muscular shoulder, steadying yourself as his warm breath tickles your nipple. The anticipation of his wet mouth on that sensitive part of you has you panting. You

"Eager aren't we?"

have no fucking

to his mouth, and without further antics, he opens his soft

Oh fuck!

tongue relentlessly until you're a throbbing mess. He uses his hand to massage your other

so fucking

"Mmm."

breast with a 'pop' before he begins to flick he tip of his tongue at

tits. I

"Oh god!"

He teases you with just a soft strok of hos

close to

"Ah!"

cupping your centre before stroking you through your yoga

"Oliver... yes, yes, yes"