The music is playing on out loud as the ball reaches its climax. And only a curtain away from the crowd, I’m messing out with my stepbrother.His tongue has found its way in as it tangles with mine tasting every corner of my mouth. I can’t help but bring my hands up to his hairs and clutch on to it, earning a tormented groan from him.I’ve given up on the little restrain left in me and let myself drown in the passion.His breath grows rougher as if he’s restraining from his own urgers. As the hot and wet kiss continues, I feel his hand travels down my waist, past my bums, and finally enters through the bottom of my gown.I shiver when his hot palm is placed on the soft skin of my inner thigh.“Eason…” I moan his name, panting hoarsely and pleading. “No…not here.”From the primitive look in his eyes, I have no doubt that he’ll just take me right here behind the curtain a few steps away from the crowd, if I don’t stop him.“I know.” He sucks the bottom of my lips and licks it. “Don’t wo
When we step out of the curtain, he keeps chuckling quietly behind me. I shot him a deathly glare and he quickly pushes down the corner of his lips but still can’t hide his smugness.“Seriously?” I roll my eyes. He’s acting like a juvenile boy getting excited over sex with women.He shrugs. “What?”“You must have fucked a thousand girls in public places. Stop acting like that.” I point out. OK that sounds a little gross and is probably an exaggeration, but I’ve seen him with girls.His gloating smile fades away a bit as he frowns at me. “What do you think of me? A breeding horse?”Well not so much as a breeding horse. But definitely a fuck boy.He clenches his teeth apparently irritated by my judgment. A soothing waltz melody starts playing in the background, so he offers his hand to me. “Dance with me for this next song and I’ll forgive your foul mouth.”I pause. His hand hangs in the middle air for a few seconds before he snaps grumpily. “What now?”“Who did you come to this ball wi
I don’t know why I let him take me home. But maybe deep down inside, I know we have crosses that line and I want this as badly as he does. He speeds all the way back. As soon as we step into the door, he presses me to the wall and hungrily captures my lips. I let myself drown in that wild kiss, hands holding on to his broad shoulder as those muscles flex under my palms. I take pleasure at knowing that my touch can bring pleasure to his body. His tongue slides into my mouth and tangles with mine making erotic watery sound. I moan between breaths and bring my upper thigh slightly higher to rub at his leg craving for more. I can’t help it. I want his body on me and for us to be closer than we already are.He groans. “Fuck. If you keep doing that you won’t be able to keep that dress.” “What?” I tease him giggling. “You’re gonna rip my clothes again? With your teeth?” I still haven’t forgiven him for ripping off the tag that way in front of my mom and Alex. He raises his brows at me
I flinch slightly at his words. I wish I have enough courage to rip his boxer off and and make him moan so hard like he did to me.But the few experiences I had have proven that I’m not so good at that sort of things.You stink in bed. In Zack’s exact words.And as he had eagerly reminded me, that’s exactly why he left me for another woman.I won’t let that jackass ruin my sex life. But in my imagination, the next sex I have will be with my next boyfriend, someone who treats me dearly and I’ll be able to overcome my own shadow with him.Not with my fuckboy stepbrother for sure, who may laugh at me the second I do something wrong.“What’s the matter?” he asks, still waiting for my next move.“Umm…” I hesitate, careful with my word choice. “I’ve never…well I don’t exactly know how to—”“What’s so hard about it?” he shrugs. “You put your mouth around it and you suck it.”I’m pissed. So “patience” is definitely not in his dictionary.“Well then just forget about it,” I snap. “It is hard f
I end up spending the night.I’ve made my protest, saying that my mom would get worried and stuffs, but he just won’t listen. He basically dragged me to bed and forced me to lie down.“At least let me change first?” I give up eventually. He can be very persuasive sometimes.He opens his closet and grabs a random t-shirt before he throws it on me. “You can wear this.”It’s soft, made in better fabric than my own pajamas. I am about to take off my clothes but suddenly notice him staring closely at me.“A little privacy, perhaps?”“A bit late for that, don’t you think?” he grins but turns away anyway.I pull the ruined dress down and slip through his shirt, while asking him, “so how come you don’t have any feminine stuff here?”“Because I’m a man and I won’t be needing those? Apparently?” Even his back is facing me, I can still tell he is rolling his eyes.My temper flares. Does he really don’t know what I’m talking about or is he just playing dumb?“I mean for your girlfriend, or partne
This just officially became the most awkward moment in my entire life.I bet my face is twisted with anger. But I try not to let my fury show because that’s exactly what he wants to see.“Eason,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “This is HARDLY a good time.”He gives me a calm smile.“Emergency, like I said. Do you want to follow me out? Or should I stay, and we can talk here?”I want to throw a punch at his smug face. But my rationality calls me off.The entire classroom has wakened from their afternoon slumber, looking at us with great enthusiasm. I bet rumors about us will fly across the entire school sooner than I expected.“Umm…Miss Ramirez?” the history teacher interrupts our staring contest.I dart him an angry glare. “My last name is Moore, sir.”“Oh, I’m sorry Miss Moore. But if Mr. Ramirez insists that there’s an emergency, maybe you should go with him. See what’s happening.”He has made the judgmental call. Better sacrifice me alone than let Eason ruin the entire class.I
Eason’s POVShe’s shivering under me, not because of pleasure of course. But for fear.I know what she is afraid of, yet I deliberately extend her suffering at this very moment. She bites my tongue and immediately a bloody taste fills our mouths. But I don’t give a fuck.I didn’t let her go till the footsteps is just around the corner.The moment my grip loosens, she moves away from me. She glares at me with so much anger, as if I’ve done something horrible…well I did, but only because she has provoked me.A group of students walk pass by. None of them notice anything wrong between us.In their eyes, we are just standing here talking.She finally restores her breathe and grits out in a low voice. “You…you are fucking twisted!”I sneer internally. She probably wants to slap me for my audacity. But we’re in public. Since she’s too afraid about our relationship being exposed, she won’t do anything at the moment.“Save your energy to bed babe.” I smile, knowing perfectly well that my word
I’d never thought one day I’d be having dinner with my fake boyfriend, my stepbrother AKA my fuck buddy, and my mom.Ridiculous as it may seem, yet here we all are, sitting beside the same table at a fancy restaurant.The waiter has taken our order and left, leaving the rest of us to suffer the awkward silence. As much as I would like to order a glass of wine and pour it down my throat, I can’t. Damn legal drinking age.Eason’s face is bleak and sullen. He only spit out a few words when the waiter asked him what he would like for dinner. The rest of the time, he remains dead silent. Yet his dark eyes keep raking at Alex, not even trying to hide his disgust towards the boy.Alex, on the other hand, is in a complete trance. I thank him with all my heart that he didn’t rat me out when mom called him my “boyfriend” and I feel horrible dragging him into this.Mom is the only one at this table who’s actually enjoying dinner.“Well, isn’t this nice?” Her eyes trail across each of our gloomy