Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin me, Stepbrother: Kabanata 271 - Kabanata 280

There were two knocks on my open door.I looked up to find him standing in the doorway. He looked uncertain. Most people wouldn't have noticed it, but I knew him well enough to see it."I need something," he said.I turned my chair to face him and waited."The presentation," he said. "The deck. I can build the content, but the..."He stopped."The design?" I asked.He nodded once. "Yeah."I looked at him for a moment.He didn't ask people for help. He figured things out on his own. Seeing him standing in my doorway asking me for something felt strange."Send it to me," I said.I kept my voice casual, like it wasn't a big deal. I didn't want him thinking he was inconveniencing me.He nodded before turning and walking back to his office.I faced my laptop again, but I couldn't stop smiling.About five minutes later, the file landed in my inbox, and I opened it immediately.The content was brilliant.Everything was there. The vision was clear, the numbers made sense, and the technology w

Then he pressed two fingers against my entrance, just resting them there at first, circling the slick opening without pushing in. The wetness was already obvious. The slick was thick enough that his fingertips slid easily, coating themselves. He took his time feeling it, as if he wanted to know exactly how ready I was before he did anything else.When he finally slid them inside, he did it slowly, and made sure it went in deep."Hmmmmmm—" My eyes squinted, as little moans escaped my lips.It was a steady push that made me feel every knuckle. He curled them upward almost immediately, finding the spot that made my back leave the cushion, and then he stroked there in the same slow rhythm as his tongue. Each push was deliberate, and the curls were focused and calculated like there was no racing toward anything.The sounds I made filled the living room. They were at first, with open-mouthed breaths that turned into low moans when his tongue flattened over my clit and dragged. Louder when

The dual sensation was overwhelming: his dick stretching me open, and his fingers working my clit with perfect pressure. My hips bucked up to meet him, and moans spilled out of me louder, echoing off the walls.“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned against my neck. “So fucking wet. You came so hard on my fingers and now you’re taking my dick like you need it.”Those words.... The words made my pussy clench harder around him. He felt it and answered with more power, thrusts growing heavier, deeper.The wet slap of his body on mine filled the room. His pelvis smacked against me with every stroke. My clit throbbed under his fingers, with each circle sending sharp sparks through my nerves.The pressure built low and thick in my belly, spreading outward in heavy waves. Every deep grind of his dick, every tight circle of his fingers, every hot breath against my throat pushed me closer. My thighs shook. My nails dug into his back. My body started to tighten o

I woke to the sound of the bathroom door clicking shut.For a second I stayed where I was, staring at the ceiling as I gathered myself. His warmth still clung to the sheets, and one of the pillows carried the faint scent of him.Water ran somewhere beyond the door.I rolled onto my back just as it opened again.He stepped out, rubbing a towel through his damp hair, and stopped when he saw me watching him."You're awake.""I think you woke me.""I was trying not to."I smiled."You failed."He crossed the room, climbed back onto the bed without another word, and leaned down to press a slow kiss against my forehead before settling beside me again.He sank down beside me, and pulled me very closer until his face disappeared into my hair again.I waited, thinking he might say something about last night, but he didn't.He didn't have to.He had already said whatever it costs, and that meant more than any conversation we could have had the next morning. I think I would have liked him less i

I woke before my alarm.The room was still dark, that particular quality of pre-dawn where you can't quite tell if night is ending or if the world has just forgotten to turn on the lights. Beside me, he was still asleep, one arm across my waist, his breathing steady and deep.I didn't move.I just lay there and looked at him, committing the specific angle of his face to memory, the way his hair fell across his forehead, the particular peace that came over him when he slept.In three hours I would be in the car.In two days I would be back.For the next seven weeks, I would be doing this over and over.He stirred slightly, pulling me closer in his sleep, and I felt something tighten in my chest. Seven weeks of launches prep. Seven weeks of flying back and forth. Seven weeks of leaving him, coming back, leaving again.I slipped out of bed carefully, easing his arm away without waking him, and went to shower. The water was hot and I stood under it longer than necessary, trying to mentall