FORBIDDEN SPARKS 4🔥

Chapter 4: Possessive Claim

ALEXANDER

“Tell him no,” I growled against Cassandra’s neck, my fingers already sliding through her wet folds again.

She was still soaked from earlier, my cum mixed with her own slickness making everything slippery. I pushed two fingers inside her without warning, curling them deep.

Cassandra gasped and grabbed my wrist, her phone still glowing with Brady’s text in her other hand.

“Alexander, stop. Our parents are downstairs doing dishes. They could come up any minute.”

“Then answer him fast.” I pumped my fingers slower, thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles. “Type it. ‘Sorry Brady, plans with family.’ Or I’ll bend you over right here and make you scream loud enough for the whole block to hear.”

She moaned softly, hips rocking against my hand even as she tried to pull away. “You’re jealous as hell. It’s just breakfast.”

“Jealous?” I spun her around to face me, backing her toward the bed. “Damn right. He’s been sniffing around you since day one at Riversid, but he doesn’t… this pussy is mine.”

I pushed her down on the mattress. She landed with a bounce, dress riding up her thighs. Her eyes were dark, lips parted. “Alexander… we said we’d be careful.”

“Careful went out the window when you came on my cock in the hallway.” I knelt between her legs, spreading them wide. “Look at you. Still dripping from me. Brady would lose his mind if he knew I just filled you up.”

Cassandra propped herself on her elbows, breathing fast. “What if he suspects something? He kept touching my arm at dinner. And you wouldn’t stop teasing me under the table. I almost lost it.”

“Good. Let him wonder.” I yanked her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. “Now text him. Say no.”

She picked up her phone, thumbs hovering. “Fine. But only because I don’t want drama.” She typed quickly. “Sent. Happy now?”

I grinned and leaned down, kissing up her inner thigh. “Not yet. Spread wider for me.”

“Alexander,” she whispered, but her legs opened more. “We can’t do this loud. Mom might hear.”

“Then bite the pillow.” I licked her slowly, tasting us together. She tasted sweet and salty, addictive. “Fuck, Cassandra. You don’t know what you do to me.”

She moaned and grabbed my hair. “Oh god… your tongue feels so good. Right there.”

I sucked her clit gently, then harder, sliding my fingers back inside her. She bucked against my face, trying to stay quiet. Her thighs squeezed my head.

“Talk to me,” I said between licks. “Tell me why you get so wet when I get possessive.”

“Because it’s wrong,” she panted. “You’re my stepbrother, and Brady’s your best friend, but when you touch me like this… I can’t think straight.”

I added a third finger, stretching her. “You thought about me that first day too, didn’t you? When I carried your boxes, I saw how you looked at my arms.”

“Yes,” she admitted, voice breaking. “You touched my hand and I felt it everywhere. I told myself it was nothing. But that night after pizza, I touched myself thinking about you tucking my hair back.”

I groaned against her, licking faster. “Keep talking like that and I’m gonna fuck you again.”

Cassandra pulled me up suddenly, kissing me hard. She could taste herself on my lips. “Do it then. But quick. I need you inside me.”

I shoved my pants down, cock springing free, hard as steel. “Say it. Say you choose me over his breakfast bullshit.”

“I choose you,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”

I thrust in deep in one go. We both groaned. She was so tight, still pulsing from my tongue. I covered her mouth with my hand and started pounding her, the bed creaking softly.

“Quiet, baby,” I said, even as I drove into her harder. “That’s it. Take every inch.”

Cassandra nodded, eyes locked on mine. Her nails raked down my back. “Harder, Alex. I want to feel you tomorrow on campus.”

I flipped her over suddenly, pulling her hips up so she was on all fours. “Like this?” I slammed back in, gripping her ass.

“Yes! Fuck yes.” She pushed back against me, meeting every thrust. “Don’t stop. I’m so close again.”

I reached around and rubbed her clit while I fucked her. “Cum on my cock. Let me feel that pussy squeeze me.”

She buried her face in the pillow and came hard, body shaking. Her walls milked me so good I almost lost it right there.

But I held back, slowing down to watch my cock slide in and out of her. “So perfect. All mine.”

We heard footsteps in the hallway. Mom’s voice. “Kids? Everything okay up there? We finished the dishes.”

Cassandra froze, but I kept moving slowly and deeply. “We’re good, Mom,” I called out, voice rough. “Just watching something on her laptop.”

“Alright. Don’t stay up too late.”

The footsteps faded. Cassandra turned her head, glaring at me but moaning softly. “You’re going to get us killed one day.”

“Worth it.” I pulled out and flipped her on her back again. “Ride me. I want to watch your face.”

She straddled me, sinking down slowly. “Like this?” She rolled her hips, taking control.

“Fuck yeah.” I gripped her waist, guiding her faster. “Tell me how it feels.”

“So good.” She leaned down, kissing me as she bounced. “I hate how much I need you… I mean need this.”

We moved together, getting louder despite trying not to. Her tits bounced under her dress. I pulled the top down and sucked one nipple into my mouth.

“Alexander… I’m gonna cum again.”

“Do it. Cum all over me.”

She did, grinding down hard, whispering my name like a prayer. That sent me over. I thrust up and filled her again, groaning into her neck.

We collapsed together, sweaty and breathing heavy. I held her close, stroking her back.

“This can’t keep happening at home,” she said after a minute, tracing patterns on my chest. “It’s too risky. But on campus… maybe we find spots there.”

I kissed her forehead. “Library basement. Or my car after classes. Whatever it takes.”

Her phone buzzed again. She reached for it.

I tensed. “If that’s Brady…”

She read it and bit her lip. “It is. He says ‘No worries. How about lunch on campus on Monday instead? My treat.’”

I sat up, pulling her closer. “Block him. Or tell him you’re seeing someone.”

“I can’t do that. It would raise questions.” She looked at me, eyes worried but still glowing from the sex.

“What if he comes to our apartment building? You two are always hanging out.”

Before I could answer, another text came through. This one from Dad.

“Kids, Brady just messaged me. He said he’s swinging back by tomorrow morning to drive you both to campus early, and he said something about a group study thing.”

Cassandra’s eyes widened. She showed me the screen.

I stared at the message, my hand still between her legs. Brady driving us?

“Text him back no,” I said, but my voice came out tight.

She started typing, but then we heard Dad coming up the stairs again, knocking lightly on her door.

“Alexander? Cassandra? You in there together? Brady’s on the phone now, says he wants to confirm pickup time.”

Cassandra pushed me off quickly, straightening her dress. My cum was still leaking down her thigh as she walked to the door.

I pulled my pants up fast, heart pounding. This was getting way too close.

She opened the door a crack, smiling at Dad. “Hey, we’re just chatting. Tell Brady we’ll talk in the morning.”

But Dad pushed the door open wider, stepping halfway in. His eyes scanned the room, landing on the messy bed, then on both of us.

“Everything alright? You two look… flushed.”