Forbidden Sext (Accidental Stepbrother 1)

I thought Elijah was acting a little shifty. My focus was on the screen, but I could feel him fidget beside me. Without thinking, I reached for his hand. When I realized just what I’d done, and that he wasn’t taking my hand immediately, I wanted to pull back. But he caught my hand before I could, and I squeezed his hand lightly, eating with my other hand as I kept my eyes on the screen.

For the rest of the movie, we sat like that. My attention was divided between Elijah’s hand in mine and the movie playing out on the big screen. I didn’t think I could have been any happier.

This was exactly what I’d been looking for when I joined that dating site. And while I hadn't expected it to be with Elijah, it was still amazing to be with a guy that liked the things I liked, that I liked being around with no awkwardness between us. That knew what he was doing between the sheets, so I was always left wanting more instead of wanting to run away.

As the movie came to an end, I carried that haze of happiness with me, and I turned to Elijah with a huge grin to ask what he liked best in the movie, only to be surprised.

Is he sleeping?

I looked down at our hands, still holding onto each other. His grip was strong, so I hadn't realized it when he nodded off. Carefully, I pulled my hand out of his and shook him awake. He startled, his eyes opening wide, then he turned to me.

“What?”

“The movie’s over,” I said, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh,” he murmured, looking around as he rubbed a hand down his face. “Sorry about that.”

“When did you even fall asleep?” I asked with a frown. “Was it in the middle of the movie? Are you sure you’re ok?”

I didn’t think I could have fallen asleep if I’d gone the past two days without sleep, and Elijah had looked fine earlier.

“Sorry,” he said with a tiny smile. “I was just a bit tired, we had heavy practice yesterday, and I didn’t sleep much last night. Can we go now?”

He got up and waited for me, helping me to pick up our trash and the leftover snacks, of which there were a lot. Elijah managed to finish up all of his, but I was too preoccupied with the movie, so I only had the popcorn and my drink.

I followed behind him willingly, and we met up with his friends outside. I watched him as he started talking with them. They were all raving about the movie, and Elijah looked like he couldn’t follow a damn thing they were saying. But…he was supposed to be a big fan of the franchise, just like I was. When we talked online, he’d told me a lot about what he liked in X-Men, yet he looked like he didn’t even know most of the characters the others were mentioning.

It was hard to meet a character in an X-Men movie I wasn’t familiar with because they all came from the comic. The recent movie had brought out a bunch of new characters that people that only watched the movies would think were new. But, a true fan would know.

Did Elijah…lie to me? Was he not the perfect match I thought he was? He couldn’t have known it was me from the beginning, so was he lying about all of it?

Why?

I could feel myself start to grow uneasy. People would only lie on a dating site because they wanted to get laid. Elijah hadn't made me think he was that way, from the time we started chatting online to when he came out to me about being Student X.

What if… Was it all a lie? I liked to think I’d come to know Elijah well in the time since we’d been dating, but just how well did I know him? Besides his major, the fact that he was a hockey player and came from a well-off family…

I didn’t know that much about Elijah. There was what I knew from his profile, but how much of that was even true, and how much of it was a lie?

My mood completely soured as negative thoughts circled each other in my mind.

Chapter Fifteen

Elijah

I listened to my friends chattering, feeling both relieved and anxious. Relieved, because they were talking so much they were covering for the fact that I barely said a thing about the movie. I couldn’t say what it was about if I tried. Sure, there were some explosions and fight scenes, but they bored me so much that I fell asleep, I wasn’t sure how much of the movie I watched. I was lucky because Sophia didn’t take a single glance at me throughout the whole movie to see just how bored I was, but she still caught me sleeping.

That right there was the basis of my anxiety. Also because Sophia was looking at me oddly instead of following the conversation. She should have wanted to, but maybe she was onto me.

Shit.

“Hey, guys!”

I looked around at Dana’s voice, feeling relieved again to see her and Logan, probably for the first time. She could distract Sophia.

“We were thinking of going out to eat before we head back,” Logan said. “Who wants to come with? Just a heads up, everyone better have their own cash, all right?”

There were some grumbles, but plenty of the guys went ahead and said they’d go. I looked down at Sophia, ready to say we’d be going along, but the blank look on her face made me still.

“I’m feeling a little tired,” she said, giving Dana and apologetic look. “I just wanna head back to the dorm if that’s okay.”

“I’ll take her back,” I said immediately. “We’ll see you guys later, okay?” I pulled out my wallet and tossed it to Logan after pulling my ID out. “Everything’s on me, just don’t go too crazy.”

Logan caught the wallet, looking at me in surprise. Then he seemed to get a clue, and he grinned, turning to our other friends, who’d gone quiet for the short exchange.

“Hey, guys, let’s go before he changes his mind!”

That got them to clear out quickly. Sophia looked up at me with an arched eyebrow.

“Was that okay?”

I shrugged. “They won’t make a dent in my wallet; they’re not that bad. And I’d rather stay with you,” I added honestly.

That seemed to mollify her a little, hopefully distracting her thoughts. We’d gotten close recently, but I didn’t think it was close enough for her to forgive me if I told her the truth about the whole dating site thing this early. I never wanted to have to admit to it if I didn’t have to. At the time, it seemed like such a good idea, and while it didn’t end in me pranking her, it did come out as something even better. But thinking back on it, I couldn’t help feeling guilty for prying into her privacy like that, then trying to use it against her.

I held her hand tightly all the way back to campus. There were no words between us, because I didn’t know what to say, and she was probably still thinking. I needed to stop that as quickly as possible.

Instead of taking her to her dorm, I dragged her toward my building. She didn’t say a word as we made our way inside and up the steps. I unlocked the door, pulled her inside, then pressed her against the door and took her lips in a rough, wet kiss.

Sophia breathed out a shaky moan between our lips, her hands moving to clutch at my shoulders, nails digging in. I just pressed her harder against the door, one of my arms around her waist, my other hand holding her by the nape so I could tilt her head right. I licked her lips until she opened her mouth, then thrust my tongue as far as it would go, only pulling back when we both

needed to breathe.

“Elijah,” she panted, looking up at me with surprised eyes, but the desire was obvious in them as well.

“What, Sophia,” I murmured, ducking down to pepper kisses all over her neck. “Do you want me to stop?”

I took a patch of skin between my teeth, biting down lightly as I sucked, hard, and Sophia gasped and moaned as her body squirmed between mine and the door.

“No,” she whimpered, her arms circling my neck and holding onto me so tightly like she was afraid I’d pull away. “Don’t stop, please.”

I grinned against her skin, having no intention of stopping.

“I’m going to fuck you, Sophia,” I said right at her ear, licking and nibbling lightly at her lobe. “Would you like that?”

“Mm-hm,” she murmured, nodding her head against my neck.

I had her express permission, and I didn’t move slowly. She was in another dress, and I was too impatient to get it off her, so I bunched the fabric in my hands as I tugged it out of the way. I was already rock hard in my jeans, how could I not be with Sophia in my arms and willing? My hands pushed at her panties, and she kicked them off without letting go.

“Hold on tight to me,” I instructed, making a sound of satisfaction when I felt her arms tightening. “Now, hop up just a little bit for me.”

I held the back of her thighs, tugging her up as she hopped, wrapping her legs around my hips. I cursed as I struggled one handed with my belt and fly, keeping the other around Sophia. She moaned a little, pulling one arm from around my neck to help me out, her breathing ragged against my ear. I shoved my jeans and boxers down to my thighs, my cock bobbing out and slapping against Sophia’s sex, making both of us moan.

“I want you so bad, Sophia,” I whispered against her skin, shifting my hips until the head of my cock teased at her entrance. “Tell me you want me?”

“I want you,” she breathed out.

I buried my face in her shoulder as I moved my hips, thrusting my cock into her body. She cried out, limbs tightening around me, her walls squeezing around my cock. I froze for a moment, wondering if I was going a little too fast, maybe. We hadn't done much foreplay, and I didn’t even check if she was ready for me. I cursed myself out in my head for being so careless just because I was panicking.