Stepbrother's Secret: Part 4

I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes I felt him again. The stretch. The weight. The way he’d muffled my sounds with his hand while the whole house stayed awake downstairs. My body still ached in the best way, a deep, satisfied throb between my legs that refused to fade.

The sky outside my window was just starting to lighten when I gave up.

I slipped out of bed in only an oversized T-shirt. No bra. No panties. The hallway was silent. Everyone else was still asleep. My parents’ door was shut. The guest room where my aunt and uncle were staying was quiet too.

Adrian’s door was closed.

I didn’t knock.

I turned the handle slowly and stepped inside, closing it behind me with barely a click. The room smelled like him and like sex from the night before. He was on his back, one arm thrown over his head, the sheet pushed down to his waist. Morning light cut across his bare chest.

I stood there for a few seconds just looking at him.

Then I climbed onto the bed.

He stirred the second the mattress dipped. His eyes opened, still heavy with sleep, and focused on me. For a moment neither of us spoke. Then the corner of his mouth curved.

“Couldn’t stay away?” His voice was rough.

I shook my head.

He reached up, hooked two fingers in the collar of my T-shirt, and tugged me down until I was straddling him. The sheet was the only thing between us. I could already feel him getting hard underneath it.

“Everyone’s still asleep,” I whispered.

“Then you’d better be quiet this time.”

He pulled the sheet down. His cock was already thickening against his stomach, heavy and flushed. I wrapped my hand around him without being told, stroking slowly, feeling him swell fully under my fingers. A soft, sleepy sound left his throat.

I shifted up, guided him between my legs, and sank down.

We both exhaled at the same time.

I was still sore from last night, but the burn only made it better. I took him all the way in one slow slide until my ass rested against his thighs. His hands settled on my hips, thumbs pressing into the soft skin there.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re already wet.”

I braced my hands on his chest and started to move.

Slow at first. Careful. The bed made the tiniest creak with every roll of my hips. I bit my lip and kept the rhythm shallow, grinding more than bouncing, trying not to make noise. Morning light kept getting brighter. Somewhere in the house a floorboard settled. My heart jumped every time.

Adrian watched me the whole time, eyes dark, jaw tight. One of his hands slid up under my T-shirt and cupped my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardened. The other stayed on my hip, guiding me, urging me to take him deeper.

“Harder,” he whispered.

I shook my head. “I’ll make noise.”

His mouth curved again. “Then come here.”

He pulled me down until my chest was against his and our mouths were close. The new angle let him thrust up into me in short, deep strokes that stayed quiet but hit every sensitive spot. I buried my face in his neck to muffle the soft sounds I couldn’t hold back.

The risk felt different in the daylight. Sharper. Anyone could wake up. Anyone could walk past. The thought only made me clench around him harder.

Adrian’s breathing grew rougher. His hands gripped my ass and spread me wider so he could push deeper. Every upward thrust dragged against my clit. Heat built fast, coiling tight in my stomach.

“I’m close,” I whispered against his skin.

“Me too. Don’t stop.”

I kept grinding down onto him, chasing it. The orgasm hit sudden and hard. My whole body locked up. I bit down on his shoulder to stay silent as the pleasure rolled through me in deep, pulsing waves. He followed a few seconds later, burying himself as deep as he could and coming with a low, stifled groan against my hair. I felt every hot pulse inside me.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, bodies still joined. His hand stroked slowly up and down my back under the T-shirt.

Outside the door, a toilet flushed somewhere down the hall.

We both froze.

Footsteps moved past his room, then faded toward the kitchen. The house was starting to wake up.

I lifted my head. Adrian’s eyes met mine. There was no panic in them. Just heat, and something darker. Something that already wanted more.

I carefully lifted off him. His come immediately started leaking down my inner thighs. I felt filthy and satisfied and already addicted.

He watched me climb off the bed and reach for the door.

“Tonight,” he said quietly.

I looked back at him. Messy hair. Bare chest. The sheet still tangled around his legs. The evidence of what we’d just done still shiny on his cock.

“Tonight,” I agreed.

I slipped out into the hallway, closed the door behind me, and walked back to my room on unsteady legs before anyone could see me. My T-shirt stuck to the small of my back. His come was still warm between my thighs.

I made it to my bed, pulled the covers up, and stared at the ceiling while the rest of the house slowly came alive downstairs.

I already knew one thing for certain.

Once would never be enough.