OFF LIMITS STEPBROTHER

Chapter Four

LEILANI’S POV

I dragged my legs back to the door, locking it shut before I walked back to Hardin.

The beads of sweat on his forehead had multiplied and his breathing now came out in short, husky pants. I hadn’t realized how long I’d been standing there until I felt him grab my hands as he rose to his feet, slightly stumbling.

“Hardin… you…”

Whatever I was about to say disappeared the second his tongue touched the nape of my neck, causing a shiver to run down my spine. His tongue was warm and wet followed by the little scrape of his teeth as he nibbled on the skin there. My body betrayed every sense of logic i had, as the wetness between my legs seemed to increase by the second.

He traced a slow path up to my jaw, pausing to suck and bite as he made his way to my lips.

“You’re beautiful.”

I had pictured this exact moment so many times, lying on my bed at night, my index finger playing with my c**t as I imagined his hands on me, his mouth on places I would never dare mention. And now, it was happening.

I should be jumping for joy…only, this isnt how I had pictured it. Not with him half-gone, and struggling to keep his balance.

Before I could pull myself together, his tongue pushed into my mouth. His mouth tasted like whatever drink he had earlier and a note of something sweet beneath it and against my better judgement a moan escaped my lips and to my surprise , he answered with a low groan that I felt all the way down. His hands gripped my waist and yanked me against him so I could feel how hard he was through his jeans.

We stumbled back until my knees hit the bed and we both lost balance, falling on the bed. He landed half on top of me, still kissing me, his breathing louder than before. His body was warm, and through the cloth, I could feel his heart pim ding profusely against my chest.

When he finally pulled back, a thin string of spit connected our mouths for a second before it broke.

Before my overthinking would ruin this, I pushed his open shirt off his shoulders. He shrugged it away without hesitation, then his hands were under my dress, sliding up my thighs. He bunched the fabric around my waist and traced the edge of my panties with rough fingertips. I shivered hard.

“Want you,” he muttered, almost like he was talking to himself. The words came out thick. “Want this…”

He pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them somewhere on the floor. Then he was between my thighs, pushing them open with his knees. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from him, not while he looked at me like that with his lips parted like he was struggling to stay focused. With a free hand, he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down, setting c**k free and i could spot a bit of wetness at the tip .

I was hoping that he would magically sober up and call my name, to let me know that he wants this as much as I do, and maybe just maybe that …..

“s**t,” I cursed as I felt him press against my entrance, I was already so wet that it didn’t take much resistance for him to actually slide in …well, the first inch that is.

And nothing, absolutely nothing had prepared me for how thick and long he was. Not even the time I had spent observing the slack in his underwear. And now? I could feel him, I could feel how my body gripped on to him and he seemed to reach places I had never felt with anyone else.

Then he started moving and my hands involuntarily found his shoulders as I dug my nails into him, struggling to silence the moans that continually escaped my lips.

He slid in and out of me slowly, the grin on his face looking like he enjoyed the sloppy sounds our bodies were making. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him deeper, reveling him thr groan he produced followed by a quick increase in his pace.

My hands were everywhere feeling the movement of his muscles as he interchanged between slow and fast strokes, his mouth never leaving my throat as he sucked and nibbled on my skin.

“Feel so good,” he rasped against my ear. “So f*****g tight… so wet for me…”

His words undid every bit of restraint I had left in me and I reached down, rubbing my c**t as he slid in and out of me. The double sensation causing my thighs to quiver.

“Hardin…..” I cried, feeling the orgasm overtake my body as my leg shook and my nails dug deeper into his skin. A few more deep thrusts and he followed me over, burying himself into me as he spilled inside me.

We stayed that way for a long time after, with Hardin breathing hard against my neck and his fingers stroking lazy patterns on my hip like he didn’t want to let go yet…till the drug got the best of him and his eyes closed off, putting his full weight on me.

A million thoughts ran through my mind as I listened to his soft breathing, scanning the entire room, my eyes landed on the wall clock.

It was 4am already??!!

I couldn’t risk the other students seeing me leave Hardin’s room and start a rumor before I even had the time to process what had just happened. Carefully, I slipped out from under him, using his discarded shirt to clean us both as best as I could. Pulling my dress on with shaky hands, I tiptoed back to the mirror and tried to pull my hair in a bun, even though the damp and stickiness made it almost impossible for me to.

He was beautiful in his sleep, even now that the sheets were bunched up around his hips and his hair spilled over the pillow as he breathed with his lips slightly parted.

Forcing myself out of the trance, I tiptoed toward the door, hearing him stir in his sleep.

I just needed to open it enough to slide through without waking him up, and just as I placed my hands on the handle.

“Leilani,”