MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION

CHAPTER 3

SCARLETT

My breasts hung bare in the cool air, n*****s hard and aching. I turned to face Liam, watching the hunger in his eyes as his gaze roamed over my body. His c**k strained visibly against his jeans, desperate to break free.

"Can you rub it all over my body?" I said, my voice dripping with seduction as I closed the distance between us and pushed him back onto the bed.

"S-Scarlett, are you sure about this? Your mom could come back any second," he stammered.

"Let me worry about that." I straddled his lap and crashed my lips against his.

He resisted for half a heartbeat before surrendering completely. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer, and I gasped into his mouth. He wasn't holding back anymore.

His hands moved from my hips to my breasts, brushing over my already sensitive n*****s. I sighed, melting into his touch. Then one hand found my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my head spin in the best way.

In one swift movement, he flipped me onto the bed and trailed kisses down my neck. I arched my back as heat pooled between my thighs, my body begging for him.

He didn't stop. His mouth moved lower, down to my stomach, his tongue teasing my navel while his hands roughly massaged my breasts.

"I've missed you. I've missed this," he whispered against my skin.

I opened my mouth to respond, but words failed me. His lips continued their descent until his head was between my thighs. He blew hot air against my core, and without warning, his tongue flicked over my c**t.

I couldn't hold back the moan any longer.

"You're so f*****g wet," he growled, his voice husky and low.

I arched off the bed when his tongue plunged inside me. He worked me relentlessly, his pace fast and unforgiving. This was exactly what I needed.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. But when his tongue found my c**t again, the sensation was too much. I tried to pull him back, but Liam grabbed my wrists, pinning them down as he devoured me.

I moaned without restraint, no one was home to hear me anyway.

"Yes… yes, Liam!" I cried out, pleasure crashing through me in waves.

He slid his fingers inside me while his mouth continued its assault. My orgasm built fast, coiling tighter and tighter until I couldn't hold it anymore. I exploded, crying out as my body shook beneath him.

When I opened my eyes, Liam was pulling his shirt over his head. I leaned forward and helped him unbuckle his belt, unzipping his jeans. He kicked them off, and his c**k sprang free, hard and ready.

My p***y clenched at the sight.

I spread my legs wide, putting myself on full display, showing him just how wet he'd made me. My juices were already soaking the sheets, but I didn't care.

I wrapped my hand around his length and stroked him slowly. He leaned down, crushing his lips against mine, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, using his thumb to tease my entrance while he slapped his c**k against my swollen c**t.

I shuddered.

"Liam, please," I begged.

He took his time, he always did.

Finally, he positioned himself and slid inside me. His first thrust was gentle, testing. But the rest weren't. He slapped my breast as he buried himself deeper, each thrust making them bounce.

I tried to stay quiet, but loud moans kept spilling from my lips.

He leaned down, taking one n****e into his mouth while massaging the other roughly, still pounding into me. But even as pleasure built, something felt… missing.

I wanted more. I wanted to be torn apart, roughed up, completely wrecked. And Liam wasn't doing that.

The first orgasm only happened because I'd been imagining Damien.

I was still moaning, trying to push Damien out of my head and focus on Liam, when he suddenly withdrew and spilled all over my thigh. He collapsed beside me, panting like he'd just run a marathon, already pulling his pants back on.

He looked at me with a satisfied grin, like he'd just accomplished something monumental.

I forced a smile back.

"Does this mean you're my girlfriend now?" he asked.

"No."

His face fell. "I thought, "

"There's nothing to think about, Liam. I was horny. We had s*x. We both enjoyed it. Case closed."

I grabbed a shirt and walked him to the door, locking it behind him. I let out a frustrated sigh and headed straight to my drawer.

I had to finish what Liam started.

Lying back on the bed, I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift, not to Liam, but to Damien. I imagined his hands on me, his lips tracing my skin, his voice whispering filthy things in my ear.

A soft moan escaped as I turned the vibrator on, pressing it against myself before sliding it inside. My hips rocked in rhythm, pleasure building with every second.

"Damien," I gasped, gripping the sheets.

My body tensed, heat coiling inside me, ready to snap. But then,

A knock at the door jolted me back to reality.

"Scarlett?" My mother's voice.

My eyes flew open. I hadn't heard her come home.

My orgasm crashed over me just as panic set in. I slapped a hand over my mouth, muffling the cry threatening to escape. My body trembled, caught between pleasure and terror.

"Are you in there?" she called again.

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay steady. "Y-yeah! Just give me a minute."