She stared up at him still trapped in between his arms, she couldn't hide the fact that she was trying to perceive his scent.
"Take it off," he said again, slower this time, the words making her vibrate.
She swallowed hard her fingers gripping the hem of the shirt slowly yanking it off.
And then her thighs came into view, her pink nipples stiffened against her wet clit looking up at Daniel.
She watched him stare at her wetness and then she bit her bottom lip releasing it again and then she opened her legs so that he could get a good view.
"You're such a little tease," he muttered, his voice sounding aroused. "You knew what you were doing the second you put this on."
She bit her bottom lip again innocently saying, "I didn't mean to—"
"Don't lie." He reached down and grabbed her hand, guiding it upward making her feel her nipple tips, how hard and straight it stared.
A hiss left her mouth softly as it tickled, "Fuck." she whispered.
"You're not even pretending to be innocent anymore," he said his eyes scanning her, "And you want me to believe this was just about sleeping?"
She shivered her lips parting, but she didn't answer.
His hand let go of hers and instead cupped her cheek gently, way too gentle.
Her breath caught. "You don't even get it, do you?" he said, his voice lower now. "How bad I want to ruin you with my hands and my cock."
Her heart thumped as he continued, "I've had dreams about this, about you in my shirt, in my bed here, looking at me seductively like this."
His thumb stroked her cheek, "Looking at me like I'm not your stepbrother."
Her eyes fluttered shut, "I shouldn't," she whispered.
He leaned in smirking before whispering "Then tell me to stop."
She didn't, his nose brushed hers and then his lips hovered on her cheeks making her whole body lean forward, begging for a touch.
"Say stop," he whispered again, a moan left her lips.
She wanted his mouth on hers, his cock inside her.
She wanted his hands between her thighs, his teeth on her skin, his voice wrecking her name and her ridding him.
"I can't," she breathed, her toe and fingers curling in his sheets.
His mouth left her ear lobe and touched her lips slightly to feel how she tasted like.
After sucking her lips for minute, his tongue grazed hers then he stopped and pulled back.
Her body shaked from the loss of skin, "Why did you—?" she started, desperate for him to touch her.
He looked at her dangerously, "Because if I keep going, I won't stop."
"But I—"
"I'll fuck you until you cry, baby, until you're begging me to stop and until you forget your name."
Her chest rose fast as her body soaked.
He stood up backing away.
He left her panting on his bed with her legs trembling and lips slightly swollen from a kiss that he didn't even kiss deeply.
"You're not ready for me," he said and then he turned, heading for the door.
She sat there with shaking hands and wrecked thighs, she crawled under his sheets pulling his pillow to her face, and inhaled it as her fingers slipped between her legs again.
Her thighs were still sticky from touching herself to the thought of him.
She went back to her room and waited for an hour before going back to his room.
The door creaked as she pushed it open.
Daniel was on his bed shirtless again with one of his elbow probbed up like he'd been waiting.
"You're back." he smirked.
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, her back pressed to it.
"I can't stop thinking about it," she admitted shyly, her voice just a whisper. "About you."
His eyes didn't leave her as she bent down staring at her feet. "And I hate it," she whispered. "I hate that it feels good. That I feel it, I like it and I want it."
He sat up slowly.
"I've tried to forget what I saw and pretend like it didn't make me wet but I can't." she finally raised her eyes to look up at him. "And when you told me to take it off… I wanted to and I still do."
"I've waited," he said with hoarse voice smirking. "so fucking long for you to break."
She flinched. "Since the day you moved in, I've had to watch you walk around in those little shorts, pretending you didn't know what you were doing to me."
"I wasn't pretending," she whispered. "I just didn't want to admit it."
His jaw clenched and she stepped forward. Another step. Until she was between his knees looking down at him as his eyes burned up at her.
"You said you'd ruin me," she whispered. "Then do it."
He didn't move. "I want you to make it count."
He stood in one fast motion crashing his lips into hers.
And this time, they opened with thier tongues tangling, her hands in his hair, gasping as he backed her toward the bed and shoved her down with a growl.
The kiss was wild and possessive.
His hand found the hem of her shirt and tore it up her body.She raised her arms and let him peel it off.
Her breasts spilled free with already hard nipples and skin flushed.
"Fuck," he hissed. "Look at you." He grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head.
"You wanted this," he said, grinding against her thigh.
Her breath stuttered. "Yes."
"You want me to fuck you in the bed you crept into like a dirty little whore?"
"Yes."
"To stretch you open until you can't walk straight?"
Her moan was answer enough. He let go of her wrists and kissed down her neck, between her breasts, across her belly and then he paused. "Tell me you're mine."
She blinked down at him with lips parted. "What?"
"I need to hear it."
She exhaled shamelessly, "I'm yours."
His mouth curved against her thigh see
"Say you're mine." He asked again.
She whispered "I'm yours, always yours."
His mouth was between her thighs before she even had time to brace for it.
She felt hot, wet and insatiable.
She cried out loud, with desperate one hand in his hair, the other clutching his sheets because that was the only thing keeping her from floating off the bed.
He groaned against her. "You taste like strawberry, and I always liked strawberry."
Her thighs trembled around his head, her stepbrother, her fucking stepbrother sitting between her legs eating like he owned her.
And maybe he did.
She arched up as his tongue flicked her clit. Then again and then harder. He knew what he was doing, the bastard knew what he was doing.
She loved him for it. "You're gonna cum on my tongue, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice vibrating through her. "Nasty little thing, letting your brother do this to you."
He sucked hard as she screamed, white-hot liquid gushing out on his face and he didn't stop.
Not even when her body jerked from overstimulation. Not even when she gasped, "Please, go on—"
"You can?," he growled, licking her mess off his lips, sliding up her body until he hovered over her again. "You will."
His cock pressed against her slick entrance, thick, throbbing, perfect.
"I've waited years," he said, grinding the head against her folds. "Years, baby."
She whimpered. "Then take me."
That alone made him harder as he put his cock in her inch by inch until he bottomed out inside her. Until she cried out at the stretch digging her nails into his back.
He stayed buried deep, not moving just watching her moan. "Say you're mine."
She blinked, tears threatening the corners of her eyes from the pleasure.
"Say it."
"I…" Her voice cracked. "I'm yours."
He slammed into her faster and harder. Their skin slapped together with sweat pouring, moans mixing.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper for him to thrust into her walls.
"You're so fucking tight," he groaned. "God, you really are meant for me."
He grabbed her throat. "You're never getting this cock out of your head again."
She gasped. "I don't even want to."
That made Daniel kissed the hell out of her lip roughly and hungry.
He fucked her into the mattress until the headboard slammed the wall. Until her second orgasm hit her.
She cried his name and he came with a groan, deep inside her, hips jerking, fingers gripping her hips.
They collapsed together.
Minutes passed, Rhea was about drifting to sleep with her head on his chest.
Then the door creaked open making them both freezed.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Their mother stood in the doorway with wide eyes and opened mouth.
The room reeked of sex, her stepbrother just smirked like he wasn't concerned, he didn't even bother to cover himself.
He looked down at Rhea and whispered. "Told you we'd get caught eventually."
"It's not like you never did this with your friend's husband, I caught you." Rhea said staring at her mum.
"Fair enough, continue, I won't disturb you." Her mum rolled her eyes leaving.
"So where were we?"