Her Step Brother

Don't Scream

Clarke's body was buzzing, but it was almost midnight. Bellamy was surely asleep and she didn't want to go and attack him.

Well, she did, but she wasn't going to. She thought for a split second about her mother finding out. She would probably throw them both out.

She turned off her lamp, reaching for the remote to turn the tv off.  She felt him near before the door knob had fully turned, her body on high alert.

She got a flash of heat as he closed the door behind him, his walk all full of determination as he grabbed her, pulling her up into his arms.

She jumped up, wrapping her legs around his body as he kissed her, their tongues colliding. He bit her bottom lip, pressing her back into the wall, grinding himself against her.

She gripped his shoulders, her breathing shallow as he continued, her pulse skyrocketing.

She gripped his hair, forcing his eyes on hers. "Bed."

He twisted, laying her down on the bed. He reached behind him, tugging his shirt over his head and dropping it down. She raised up, pulling her shirt and bra off, tossing them to the side.

She almost ripped her shorts, shoving them with her panties down her legs. Bellamy grabbed them, throwing them away, stepping out of his own.

She reached over handing him a condom. Nothing was stopping them this time. She needed him, she finally had him and they had to stop. Not this time.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him to her. He pushed two fingers inside of her, his thumb on her clít.

"Bell. Fuck me," she panted. She was ready.

He leaned over her, pressing the tip against her. "Are you sure?" He

She gripped his arm. "If you don't fuck me right now, Bellamy Blake, I am going to lose my fucking mind."

He thrust his hips, entering her. She gasped, her eyes rolling back. "I don't know, sis. Surely, we'll go to Hell for this," he teased, panting. His arms straining.

"Don't call me that," she scolded him. "More, I need more."

She held his shoulders, thrusting her hips up against him. She nearly shouted as he slid deeper into her.

"Fuck," he whispered, gripping her hip.

"Your cóck is inside of me, Bellamy," she pulled him fully on top of her, her breasts rubbing his chest as he panted. "I've sucked the cum from you. If we're going to Hell for this, we're already on the way."

He covered her mouth, pushing himself completely inside of her, kissing her neck and jaw as she moaned loudly. "Don't scream," he warned.

She nodded, her head back as he pulled back, slamming into her. She bit her lip, her body screaming for release.

He moved at a steady pace, their breaths mixing as he continued, their skin hitting.

She raised up, Bellamy giving her a confused look. She rolled over, looking at him over her shoulder.

He rubbed her ass, pushing open her thighs. She raised her ass, helping him. She arched her back, her walls stretching again.

He held her hips against him, moving in a circle. She let out a squeal, her knees weak as she balanced on her toes.

He leaned over her, pulling a pillow in front of her, slowly, slowly pumping his hips. "I told you not to scream," he said, pushing her down into the bed.

She grabbed the covers with both hands, her mouth on the pillow. He slammed into her, her moans and small screams mostly being suffocated.

He gripped her hips, pumping faster and harder into her. Her legs were shaking, her mouth dry from silently screaming into the pillow.

She felt herself tightening as he moved deeper, sloppier. She kept her mouth in the pillow, her body quivering as she came, her orgasm rolling through her body.

Bellamy leaned over her back, panting against her skin. She felt her heart against her ribs, beating furiously. She reached back, grabbing Bellamy's hand in hers.

She wanted him to know that she didn't regret being with him. He squeezed her hand, kissing her spine.

He raised himself up, leaving her empty as he remove his cóck from her. She rolled over watching him use a tissue to wrap the condom.

He pulled his clothes back on, handing her hers. She dressed herself, her legs still recovering. A piece of her wanted to sleep tucked in his arms once again as they had in that hotel room.

She pulled his shirt, grabbing his full attention. "We have plans with John and Raven tomorrow," she started. "And this is a little risky."

"Yes," he brushed her hair behind her ear. "It is."

"But, Monday we'll have the house to ourselves."

He kissed her lips. "I love the way you think, Princess."

She melted into his kiss, sighing as he pulled away. "I'll see you in the morning," he grinned.

Clarke grabbed the condom wrapper, hiding it in an empty bag of Cheetos. With a satisfied body, she slid into her sheets. Choosing a movie, she fell asleep with a smile on her face.