STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 21

Scarlett's POV

You listen anxiously as the waitress takes his order, and then yours, before you hot a quick reply to

Oliver.

I know I'm going to regret this.

Scarlett: Fine. I'm going to the bathroom

You grip your phone, and quickly excuse yourself to the b a thrown. Jayden nods politely, letting you

slip past him and hurry to the family restroom. Your heart beats erratically in your chest as you lock the All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

door behind you, and the light automatically turns on. Your eyes scan the cute pictures of Italy hung on

the wall.

Your phone vibrates with an incoming call.

Oliver.

You answer the phone, holding it to your ear, and your pussy twitches when you hear the husky octave

voice on the other end.

"Scarlett..."

"Oliver..."

He doesn't waste time teasing you. No. He's firm as he addresses you.

"Pull the straps down on your dress, Scarlett"

"W-why?"

"Pull then down"

Excitement stirs in your gut as you oblige and gently tug your dress straps down with your free hand.

Breathlessly, you speak into the phone.

"Okay, they're down"

"Good. Now trail your hand down your neck, dripping your fingers into your cleavage."

Oh fuck this is hot

You trail your fingers just as he instructed, teasingly grazing the area just above your nipples, briefly

pulling back. Your breath quickens as you do that a few time.

"Now I want you to tug on those sexy nipples of yours"

Damnit, yes

You play with your nipples, thankful you didn't wear a bra so they're easily accessible. You feel yourself

grow wetter, your panties are damp as you shift your legs and feel the moist material grind against

yourself.

"Does that feel good, Scarlett?"

"Yes, Oliver. Go grid, yes, it feels fucking amazing"

The harder you tug at your nipples, the more your pussy throbs to be invaded.

"How badly do you want my mouth on those perfect tits?"

"So fucking bad"

"God, I want to taste so bad"

"Fuck yes"

"Now, run your hand down your body, and spread those thick thighs for me baby"

"Oh, Oliver"

"I fucking love when you moan my name. Makes my cock rock hard"

Just the thought of his dick makes me clench my walls.

You run your hand down your body, gasping when your hand glides over the wet lacy panties covering

your pussy. You graze your fingers down your slit again and quiver from the touch.

"Your pussy's wet, isn't it, Scarlett?"

"So wet"

He groans into the phone, and that's the motivation for you to rub your clit in a circle. You gasp and let

your head fall backwards as the friction on your clit sends pleasure throughout your body. Your legs

shake, and you greedily play with your pussy, until you hear a firm voice in the phone.

"Slow down, Scarlett. I can tell you're getting too eager. You'll cum too quickly, and that's not what I

want"

"What do you want?"

"I want you to tease that pussy so much, when I finally let you cum, it'll be so intense your legs will give

out"

He's incredibly confident. But I don't doubt his words. If I know anything, its that he knows what he's

doing

You slow your fingers, bringing them to your pubic area above your clit to calm yourself. The orgasm

that began to swirl fiercely in your centre, slows and dies down a little so you can give him what he

wants. What he's dying for. Your orgasm. But not just a quick, rush of ecstasy. He wants a slow,

pleasurable tortured orgasm. One that ignites and shatters you completely.

"Why don't you grind those panties against your slit"

"Okay"

You grab your panties, pulling them up so they bunch up on the lips of your pussy, and you begin to

softly tug them upwards so they rub your clit wondrously.

"Oh shit... th-that feels soooo fucking good"

"I know what your body wants, Scar"

Clearly

"I'm grinding the panties against my pussy, Oliver. I-I cant stop. Its too good"

You frantically tug at them, pressing your hips forward to stretch the material as much as you can so its

hard against your slick folds.

"Don't cum. Not yet. Slow down. Scar"

"Ugh, Ollie your such a tease"

He chuckles

"Of course. But you enjoy every fucking second of it"

He's not completely wrong there. He frustrates the fuck out of me, but he sure as hell keeps shit

interesting.

"I want to cum, Ollie"

Your tension builds, and you squeeze the muscles in your pussy longingly. With deep, raspy breaths

you slow your pace, doing just as he told you to.

"Oh, I know you do, Scar. And I want you too baby"

Fucking finally

"Pull those panties aside"

You tug the material sideways to rest beside your pussy, now completely exposed.

"Is there a mirror in there?"

You glance around, eyes connecting with a long mirror above the skin. It's just long enough that if you

step backwards you can watch yourself rub your pussy.

He's fucking clever.

"I want you to watch yourself. What he the way you stroke that clit. How fucking sexy you look. Slide

hat dress down, so you can get a full picture of yourself."

"Oh Oliver, that's so fucking hot"

You shimmy the dress down your body, letting it drop to your feet, before you step out of it to spread

your legs again.

"Fuck, I'm jerking my cock through my shorts right now, Scar"

You're distracted by that knowledge, facing enveloped by it.

He's jerking himself off? That's too fucking hot. What is he doing to me?

You run your middle finger down your wet slit, inhaling a sharp breath as your finger glides smoothly,

satiating the throbbing ache to for release.

"Watch yourself play with your pussy, Scar. Use your finger to rub quickly on that clit baby until i say"

"Okay, I will"

You dip the tip of your finger in your entrance to coat the tip, before you move your gaze forward, using

the mirror to watch yourself. Your pussy is spread bare, glistening in the light form the bathroom as

your rub your clit fiercely.

"My pussy feels so good, Oliver. I want to cum. Oh fuck. I want to cum."

"Your pussy just wants to be fucked by me, doesn't it?"

"Mhm"

Soft moans escape your lips as you feel your pussy tensing the faster you rub yourself.

"I'm getting close"

"Move your hand down and finger yourself"

You do as your told, moving your hand down and pushing a finger into your taut hole. You gasp, and

begin fucking yourself with your finger, adding another one to stretch your tight walls.

"Oh, Oliver. I can-cant hold on much longer"

"Yes you can, pump those fingers, Scar. Pump them like they're my cock"

Oh my god, if he doesn't shut up I'll cum in a fucking second.

You press your hips down, like you're riding his dick, to meet the rhythm of your fingers thrusting inside

you.

"Oh. Yes! Fuck!"

"Take your thumb and rub your clit while you fuck yourself"

Your thumb teases your clit mercilessly and its not soon until you're panting endlessly, dangerously

closed to cuming. You watch yourself, your face completely flushed, your tits bouncing, nipples

achingly stretches outward, hardening from his words; your pussy is angry, dark pink from the strokes

of your fingers. Its all too much. Too hot. Too fucking exotic.

"If I was there with you right now, that's exactly how I'd touch you baby. I'd finger the fuck out of that

pussy, and your clit? That would be sucked up in my mouth."

"Oh fuck! I'm cuming!"

Your body tenses, legs shaking as you come around your fingers. Your breathing is uneven as you feel

your pussy clench around your fingers milking them as if they were his dick. Your eyes shut tightly as

pleasure fills your body completely and you reach out for the sink to hold yourself up.

That was so intense!

You glance at your hand, realising you've pulled the phone away from your ear. You ignore the way

your hands shake, and bring it back up to your face, breathing deeply.

"Now that you're done cuming for me baby girl, go finish your date"

With that, Oliver hangs up, and you stare incredulously at the phone.

Fuck! My date! Jayden! I'm surprised he hasn't come knocking for me yet.

You glance at the time on your phone, thankful that you've only been gone ten minutes, before fixing

yourself, picking your dress off the floor and pulling it back on. You press your hands against your

cheeks after you set your phone on the edge of the sink.

God... I hope he doesn't notice how flushed I am

You run the faucet, letting cool water run through your fingers before you splash some gently on your

face, thankful that most of your makeup is waterproof.

I cannot believe I just came for Oliver while on a date with Jayden... what the hell is wring with me?

You leave the bathroom, eyes searching for Jayden. He table is covered with your food, and Jayden

pulls his lips into a tight smile as your return and sit in your seat.

"Is everything alright? You were gone so long I thought you snuck out the back or something"

He chuckles lightly to himself, but you can tell by the way he widens his eyes that he's slightly annoyed.

You brush some stray stands of hair out of your face, and chuckle lightly, hoping to appear modestly

embarrassed

"I'm sorry. My mom called me while I was in there and I wanted to spare you from that embarrassing

conversation. I'm surprised you didn't come knocking"

"Oh. No. Did you resolve anything?"

You set your phone back in your purse, and nod.

"Yeah, everything's fine now"

Jayden nods, before scooping another bite of spaghetti

Thankfully, I'm pretty sure I just made things worse. Ugh