Forbidden Sext (Accidental Stepbrother 1)

Sophia clutched my hair in her hands and tugged on it, a little whine in her irregular breathing as she squirmed against me.

“Move,” she demanded. “Elijah, fuck, just move already!”

I growled a little but did as she said, pulling my hips back, then snapping forward. She made a rough sound in her throat, and I waited until I was sure it wasn’t a sound of pain. Then, I started moving, and this time I didn’t stop, fucking her hard against the door.

“Elijah!”

We weren’t even pretending to be quiet. The walls in the dorm—and the doors—weren’t so thick that people wouldn’t be able to hear us, but I didn’t care. The panic was still there that Sophia might change her mind about me and never want to see me again. There was no way I could just let her go, though. I’d come far from not caring much about her, to thinking I’d be messed up if I didn’t have her in my life.

I could hear Sophia’s gasps and moans and feel her breath on my ear. I mouthed at her neck, nibbling lightly, licking, and sucking. If I could leave marks on her, I intended to. She’d be mad about it later, but right then, neither of us cared much about anything but each other. I wrapped my arm tighter around her, fucking her even harder, the sound of our skin slapping almost drowning out the sounds coming out of Sophia’s mouth.

There was no way to get her dress off without stopping, and that was the last thing I wanted to do, but I did want to touch her more. I reached underneath the dress with my other hand, cupping my palm around her breast and squeezing. Sophia’s back arched as she made a strangled sound, pushing her breast into my palm.

I tugged the cup of her bra down, then nudged her chin up as I kissed down her neck to her chest. I removed my hand from underneath her dress, reaching around her for her zipper, tugging it down enough to slip the dress off her arm so I could get my hand inside the top of it. Revealing her breast. My lips wrapped around her nipple, rolling it with the tip of my tongue, between my teeth, as I sucked on it.

“Elijah!” Sophia practically screamed my name, making my whole body shudder.

I sucked even harder, reaching my hand between us to rub furiously at her clit with my thumb. She let out a short scream as her walls clamped down, convulsing hard around me. I jerked my hips a couple of times, groaning as I came, filling her up with my come.

Our bodies shuddered through an orgasm as we held each other through it. My legs trembled a bit from the force of it, and I pushed Sophia further into the door, so I wouldn’t drop her. Our chests brushed against each other as we both panted for breath, our bodies calming down slowly.

After a while, I pulled back, hissing as my softened cock slipped out of her, and Sophia moaned a little and squirmed again. It was a bit awkward, with Sophia’s shaky limbs still clinging to me and my pants around my thighs, but I turned us around and walked us over to the bed.

“We’re not done, Sophia,” I said, my voice low.

She blinked her wet eyes up at me, her face blushed a dark red, mouth wet and parted. Her chest moved up and down, and my eyes ran over her exposed breast, still wet from my spit.

Delectable.

“Is that okay?”

She bit down on her lip and nodded slowly.

I grinned down at her. “Good. I’m going to make you feel good, okay? So good…”

I stripped us both then lowered my body on top of Sophia’s, taking her lips in another kiss, thinking we were going to have a very long night.

Chapter Sixteen

Elijah

When we got up the next morning, everything was fine between us. Sophia got onto me about leaving so many marks for her to hide, but she was glowing the entire time, looking like she was trying to hide a smile even as she complained and glared at me. I was all apologetic.

Then, we parted ways. And I started to panic again.

Shit!

Last night was enough to tell me, that Sophia would find out about my lies sooner or later. Even when she was only suspecting, I could feel her withdrawing from me. I was sure if she found out, she’d be pissed, more than I’d ever seen before, but it wasn’t like I couldn’t tell she had a bit of a temper.

It was Friday, and I only had one class in the morning, so I prepared for it, then left the dorm. I met up with Logan just outside the class and suddenly had an idea. Not a bright one, but I was desperate. He hadn't even noticed me yet, this wide, stupid grin on his face as he texted on his cell. I guessed he was talking with Dana.

“Hey, Logan!”

He looked up from his cell, arching an eyebrow at me. “Elijah, hey. Thanks for treating dinner last night, here’s your wallet.” He pulled it out of his pocket and tossed it at me, then looked down at his cell again.

With a frown, I caught the wallet, then closed the space between us and gave him a hard pat on the back, enough to catch his attention.

“What the hell? I’m texting here.”

“Well, stop texting and talk to me before the professor gets here.”

He grumbled to himself, but after fumbling with his cell a bit, he put it away, then looked at me, frowning.

“Well, come out with it already. What’s got your panties in such a twist?”