32. Aurora #2
“Shut the fuck up, little sister,” he snaps, dragging me and positioning me further down my bed, as if I weigh nothing.
Tears and spit dampen my face and he surveys them keenly, his hard cock jutting out from his body, as he straddles my shoulders.
“So fucking stunning when you cry for me, princess.” His thumb swipes at the tears before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean.
“Do you have any idea how many times I sat in your room and imagined fucking you?” he grunts, forcing my mouth open and waiting expectantly for me to stick out my tongue.
I do it without pause, without having to be told, and his answering smile is filled with pride.
“Good girl.” He drags his cock back and forth along my tongue, staining it with precum, before thrusting himself roughly back into my mouth.
I feel the long length of him with every roll of his hips, as his cock pushes in and out of my mouth on repeat, and I know he isn’t stopping until he comes.
I suck him earnestly, taking as much of him as I can, and his entire demeanor changes, realizing I am no longer just sitting back and taking it.
“Fuck princess, you have no idea what you fucking do to me.”
My throat constricts around his length, and he tips his head back and practically growls at the ceiling.
Then he is fucking me, abusing my mouth hard and fast, until he shudders his release between my lips.
His cum sprays against the back of my throat, his thrusts not relenting for a moment, until every last drop of him has been emptied inside of me.
Only then does he pull out, dragging me back up the bed and slamming his lips to mine.
I have no doubt he can taste his own salty essence on my tongue, but it only makes him groan between my lips. He kisses me until I feel like I might die if I don’t get oxygen soon, only relenting when I am panting against him.
“Everest, please,” I plead, desperate for something more, and his knowing smirk takes my breath away, as he positions his thigh against my core.
“What’s the matter, princess? Need something from me?”
“You know what I need,” I scold, grinding against him, but he only laughs, collaring my throat and pinning me to the bed so I can’t move.
“You deny me spending the night beside you, and you still think you deserve to come?” he grunts, leaning down and trailing featherlight kisses along my jaw.
“I just need,” I start, but he cuts me off.
“I’ll be the one to tell you what you need, Aurora.”
This fucking cocky asshole. He always thinks he knows what’s best for me, and it sparks a defiant edge inside of me.
“Well, you’re not the only one who can make me come, are you, s tepbrother? ” I taunt, and if possible his eyes darken even more.
“Don’t fucking push it, princess.” His warning is like a red cape to a bull, and I press up against his fist around my throat.
“Maybe I will come back to the house, see if Griffin is up for a midnight feast.” My words have his hand tightening, his thigh pressing painfully hard against my core.
“You wouldn’t dare.” He drops his head against mine, his breath hot against my mouth, and I know I should stop, that I shouldn’t push him like this, but I can’t help myself.
“But he would, wouldn’t he?” I whisper, letting my tongue dart out to wet my lips.
“You saw how he pulled me against him, how his hands trailed up and down my body as we grinded together.” I roll my hips against his thigh, taking what he is refusing to give me and delighting in every second of him.
“What you didn’t see is how his fingers slipped under my skirt. ”
“Aurora.” One word. A warning.
One I ignore completely, as my hips move even faster.
“How he found me wet and aching beneath my thong, and gave me the attention I so desperately needed.” His leg shifts now, allowing me to chase my pleasure, while looking a mixture of furious and mesmerized.
“How he fucked me with his hand so perfectly that I didn’t care who saw, but you know that, don’t you. ”
I smash my clit against his thigh over and over, chasing the high of release he just gave himself, as he growls against my mouth.
“That's why you sent Harden, isn’t it? You thought he would be on your side, that he would scold us into stopping, but you don’t know everything, like you think you do.
” His stare searches mine, and knowing something that he doesn’t know has me cresting even higher.
“You don’t know that he was the first person to ever kiss me,” I confess, his eyes widening in surprise, but also intrigue.
“You don’t know that he let me touch him while Griffin was touching me, and you don’t know that it was his name that I screamed as Griffin made me come. ”
Anger rolls off of him in waves, but it’s overshadowed by the need pulsing back alive inside of him, as he starts to grind my thigh to meet my pussy with each of my thrusts.
“You scream any other name but mine right now and I’ll tan your fucking ass until it’s raw.
” There isn’t a trace of humor in his voice, no, only the pure desperate need to claim me.
So possessive. So jealous. So mine.
“So I can’t call out for your best friends when you make me come?” I dare to question, and he only pulls me harder against his thigh, hitting my clit so perfectly I can’t help but moan.
“If you do, you won’t be able to sit down for a fucking week.”
The threat has me hurtling toward my orgasm, but still I fight him.
“Griffin,” I moan, making his hand tighten around my throat. “Harden,” I add in a gasp, a thousand images of what it would be like if they were here flying through my mind, as he rubs his thigh against me even rougher.
“Aurora,” he grits through his teeth, the one word a pained spit of fury that dances down my spine in a smooth stroke.
“Everest,” I pant, climbing over the edge, and his eyes flick between mine, as I grind against him wantonly. “Yes, fuck, yes.” My moans turn to cries, as I crest right along the cusp of my orgasm.
“Come for me now, little sister,” he spits, and fireworks explode throughout my body, as I free-fall into pleasure.
“Everest!” I scream his name over and over like a fucking mantra, my body shaking and trembling, the orgasm almost too much to bear, until I am left panting beneath him.
His mouth is on mine again before I can catch my breath, kissing me like it might be the last thing he ever does, his entire body collapsing against me.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me, princess.”
I laugh as I wrap my hands around his body, still not sure how we went from siblings, to strangers, to this, but never wanting it to end.
That’s the last thought I remember before I drift back to sleep.