All Chapters of Ruin me, Stepbrother: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Table four was exactly where Jax said it'd be. Right near the stage where everyone could see it, impossible to hide, just got to totally blend in.White tablecloth, crystal glasses, gold chargers, and place cards in the middle of the table 'The Wilder Family', and in calligraphy was the names that faced each chair: Declan, Nova, Jax, Scarlett. Of course Jax was next to me.Mom and Dad were already seated when were arrived, Mom looking elegant and Dad with his coffee.They both looked up when I approached."There you are! I've been expecting you." Mom said brightly."Got caught up with friends," I explained."That's wonderful. Sit, sit!"Jax pulled out my chair and his hand brushed my back as he did it. The contact was brief, but it felt like something burnt at my back.I sat down and tried to ignore how close he was, ignore how I could feel his heat, and how every breath was filled with his cologne.I scanned the ballroom and found table twelve on the left side, something like thirty

More than two hours passed very quickly and I didn't even noticed until Vera checked her phone."Oh my god, it's almost eleven."Alex looked surprised. "Already?""Time flies when you're enjoying an event," Lexi said, and everyone laughed.The ballroom was still alive but different now, the energy was shifting from excited to less excited and people were obviously very tired. Some people were leaving already while others were staying until the end. The orchestra was still playing but slower, and the candles on tables were burning lower.I was exhausted in a way that went beyond physical tiredness. I'm still with my friends and Miles still close to me.I was laughing at the right times and smiling when I needed to, but the mask was getting heavy. I'd lost track of where Jax was and I wasn't even looking for him anymore. He'd seen enough, I'd done enough.Now I just wanted this night to end, or enjoy it anyway i can.Lexi was telling some story about when her phone fell in the Thames du

He had changed into sweatpants with no shirt, looking at me standing there in just my bra and panties, like a predator looking at it's prey.I'd made a terrible mistake coming here.Or maybe a perfect one.The jealousy I'd wanted him to feel all night was about to eat us both alive.He didn't move.He just stood there with his sweatpants. The waistband barely holding on to the sharp V of muscle and his chest was bare, all muscle and smooth skin and the kind of body that made my mouth water without permission.His breathing was controlled. Like he was holding himself back from doing something we'd both regret or something we'd both need so badly that it doesn't matter if we'll regret it.His eyes slowly dragged down my body, taking in every inch of skin I was showing him.The black lace bra barely contained my tits, pushing them up and together, and my nipples were already hard and visible through the thin fabric, showing how horny I am.His gaze moved lower. Over my stomach, my hips,

"I need to fucking devour you."His lips brushed my clit when he said those words, just barely, barely like the lightest contact, but that little contact was enough to make my entire body jolt and make a desperate moan escape my throat and enough to make more wetness leak out of me onto his sheets.He smiled against me.I felt it, I felt the curve of his lips pressed against my most sensitive place."So responsive."His breath was hot and direct, making my clit throb even more."I wonder..." He shifted slightly, pushing in so his nose brushing through my folds and inhaling deeply. "...if you'll be this responsive when I actually touch you.""Please—""Please what?""Touch me. Taste me. Anything. Just please—"The word came off my throat like a strangled gasp because his tongue, finally, just finally, he made contact.He placed his tougue on me, and had a long flat stroke from my entran

"Because we're not done."The words followed me into the darkness in the hallway, and filled the whole of my head.I stood there for a moment outside the closed door, trying to process what he just said.Tomorrow night. Come back. We're not done.My pussy clenched at the thought, still sensitive and and still wanting more even after cuming twice.I looked down at myself.My bra was crooked with one strap falling off my shoulder, and I was naked from my waist down except for my ruined panties clutched in my fist.My thighs were sticky with wetness and the dried stream of my orgasms, my lips was swollen from his kisses, my hair was messed up from his fisting.I moved quietly and carefully, with my bare feet on the hardwood floor, and I was so careful with each step, trying not to make a sound, even though if it was loud, no one will notice.I was walking towards my room when I heard a door opening behind me.