Her Step Brother

Just Once

The tv illuminated him, laying in his bed on his back, shirtless. She stepped carefully over his clothes and shoes, unable to stop herself from touching him.

She climbed onto his bed, on her knees, and rubbed his chest. She slid her hands lower, her fingers rubbing every dip and line of his abs.

Leaning down, hovering over him, she lightly bit his neck as she continued to move her hand up and down his shirtless body.

He gasped, his brown eyes popped open. He grabbed her shoulders, encouraging her. She smiled, biting again, closer to his ear.

"Take a look," she whispered. "Just this once."

She raised up on her knees, her body heating as he looked over her. She could feel her nípples growing hard, her breasts feeling heavier under his gaze.

He rubbed her thigh, moving his hand higher and higher up her body, his thumb brushing her nípple. She jumped at the shock of pleasure, her mouth opening.

He moved his hand up her chest and neck, his thumb rubbing her bottom lip. She opened her mouth, his finger entering her mouth. She sucked gently and swirled her tongue around it.

His eyes widened, his other hand grabbing her ass cheek. He squeezed as she sucked harder, then moved his hand lower, under her lace nightie.

Things were going too far. She was wet, her legs going weak. She was just supposed to show him. Tease him with what he couldn't have...

He slid his hand between her thighs, rubbing her exposed clít. She gasped, his thumb forgotten. He grabbed her leg, raising it and sliding up under her.

She felt him under her, through his pajama pants. She ground her hips down onto him, her hands on his chest.

He kept his mouth closed, moaning as she moved her hips against him. He sat up, his breath on her neck.

She was losing herself, and she knew it was bad. She needed to bring herself back down, but he slid a finger up into her, and she couldn't remember how.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, moving her hips as he pushed another finger in, two fingers sliding in and out of her.

She pulled the straps of her nightie down, exposing her breasts. She arched her back, rubbing them against his chest as she moved with his fingers.

He kissed her neck, his hot breath in her ear making her squeeze his fingers.

"Oh, fuck," he panted in her ear. "Just like that, baby. Just like that."

It was bad, it was wrong. She needed to stop, she needed to get off of him, but all she could do is try and get off from him.

She felt his other hand under her, but she couldn't focus on it because his other hand was driving her crazy. Until she felt the smooth, hot tip rubbing against her clít.

She shook with excitement, riding his fingers harder. Heat rushed through her stomach. He slid his fingers from her body, rubbing her wet entrance with the head of his cóck.

She dropped her head to his shoulder, panting and trembling with anticipation. He pulled her hips down as he pushed up, the head pushing inside of her.

A ring went off beside the bed, lighting Bellamy's phone up.

Clarke shot up, the fog clearing from her mind. She raised herself up, hurrying to scramble off of his bed.

"Oh, shit," she panted, panic on her face.

She looked at him, him cóck free and standing up. Her knees felt weak just looking at it.