Chapter 25
CROSS
It’s official: I’ve gone crazy, my brain has taken a leave of absence, and my dick is in charge. Surely that’s the reason I pull Scarlett through the dimly lit hallway and into one of the single-stall bathrooms.
I flick the lock behind us, but she’s on me before I can take a step. She pulls at my shirt, untucking it from my slacks, and slides her hands under it. Her fingers graze my abdomen, my stomach, then drop back down to my waistband.
“Scar–”
She shakes her head the slightest bit. Her lower lip is caught in her teeth. She doesn’t slow down, though, undoing my belt and then the button. The zipper.
My mouth opens and shuts.
When she pushes me back against the door, I let it happen. I watch her guide my cock free, but my eyes widen when she drops to her knees.
“Didn’t realize we were both so hot and bothered,” I mutter.
“Shut up.” Her big eyes flick up to my face.
She’s right there, her lips inches from my dick. Her warm breath hits me when she speaks, and it twitches in the open air. Her attention swings back to the, uh…elephant in the room. Her expression seems uncertain.
“Have you done this before?” I ask.
“Shut up, Cross,” she growls.
Her hand wraps around my length, pumping once before taking me into her mouth. I let out a low groan. She seems to be figuring it out but also an expert? Or maybe it’s just that it’s her.
I can’t take my eyes off her.
After a moment, she seems to shake off any nerves or hesitation and gets into a rhythm. My cock head bumps the back of her throat, and I clench my fists to keep from surging forward, down her throat. It would probably freak her out.
But…
Her slow speed is going to get us caught.
I reach out and catch a lock of her hair between my fingers. I tug a little. When she hums, I smirk. I palm the back of her head and guide her deeper.
Her free hand lands on my thigh, her nails digging in.
“That’s it,” I coax. “Relax and let me fuck your throat like a good little stepsister.”
Her eyes roll.
“That sass is going to get you into trouble,” I warn.
But fuck, it feels good. She curls her tongue and flicks at the sensitive spot under the tip then hollows her cheeks when I push back in. I move my hips, using pressure on her head to control the speed…and slowly increase it.
Tears prick at her eyes, but she doesn’t try to move away. Her lipstick smears across my erection–gonna keep that there as long as possible–and I can taste the glimmer of my orgasm in the distance. I chase it, using her mouth. She gags around me, but her teeth never so much as brush my skin.
Aw, she does care.
She twists her hand and squeezes, adding to the sensations ricocheting through my dick and up my spine. My balls tighten, and I can’t help but let my head fall back against the door.
“Gonna come,” I manage to get out.
She doesn’t pull away as I expect. I groan when it hits me like a freight train, and my cock pulses in her mouth.
Someone knocks on the door.
Fucking hell.
Her throat works as she swallows, and her gaze finds mine. Carefully, she pulls away and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Goddamn,” I whisper.
The knocking comes again, along with a jiggling of the handle.
“Occupied!” Scarlett calls, her voice steady.
I shake my head. “You did not just do that.”
“Quiet.” She smiles.
I offer my hand, which she takes, and I help her to her feet. The person outside is going to see both of us exit. There’s no way around it.
May as well make them wait, right?
I push Scarlett back toward the counter and lift her onto it. She gasps and clutches at my shoulders, but I just spread her legs. I push her skirt up and get an eyeful of the lacy black panties. They hide her sweet pussy from me, but not for long.
“Hope you’re not too attached to these,” I say a split second before I tear the thin fabric.
“Those were my favorite pair,” she hisses.
I pull the torn lace away and shove it in my pocket. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Now it’s my turn to go on my knees. I run my mouth up the side of Scarlett’s leg, starting at her knee and tracing a direct line up her inner thigh. She leans back when I reach the apex of her legs, and I bury my face in her cunt.
It’s official–I could die happy here. Especially when her nails scratch the back of my head, pressing similarly to how I directed her movements just moments ago. I taste her. Kiss her. Get to know her pussy by the way her muscles tremble and her breathing changes.
Another knock comes at the door, but we both ignore it. She’s lost in the short gasps above me, and I’m drowning in her arousal.
She makes a noise when my teeth graze her clit. I take it in my mouth, sucking the sensitive bud, and slide my index finger inside her. Her hips roll when I add a second finger and curve them.
Her legs squeeze then tremble, but I coax her orgasm out slowly and then keep going until she grips my hair and pulls my face away. Her upper body rests against the mirror, and she looks at me through half-lidded eyes like she can’t believe I just did that.
I lick my lips.
“We can continue this at home,” I say in a low voice. Because…well, shit. That line’s been crossed. How can we un-cross it?
She straightens her skirt and hops down. “You’re…”
“Impressive?” I finish. “A dream come true?”
“Insufferable,” she mutters.
I grin.
I make sure my clothing is back in place while she fixes her hair and makeup, swiping away the bleeding dark streaks from her running mascara. I exit first, scanning the hallway. There’s a kitchen entrance at the far end, and I eye it when it swings open.
But Scarlett is already coming out behind me, sliding her coat on, and I lock eyes with the waiter who was getting a little too much of an eyeful earlier.
I spin and push Scarlett against the wall, one finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to me. I kiss her hard, my tongue exploring her mouth. We taste like each other’s arousal, and my dick wakes up again at the thought of her tasting herself on my lips.
“Shit, I thought you were siblings,” the waiter mutters as he sweeps past us.
Scarlett shoves my chest, her lips puffy and eyes narrowed. “Asshole.”
I throw my arm around her shoulders and grin. I can’t contain it. He deserved to know that she’s taken. “Guilty as charged, sis.”