Chapter 7
Harrison
I grumble into my helmet as I pull a U-turn. A heads-up that the meeting was cancelled before I left would have been appreciated. Most of the call are done virtually, but the reason I was going this time is because there were physical samples we were reviewing, and I’d rather be present for those.
I pull up on the drive, not bothering to use the garage. I pull off my lid as I push down on the kickstand with my foot and climb off.
Walking back into the house, I come to a stop just outside of the kitchen, the sound of heavy breathing catching my attention first, along with Hunter and Ari in a precarious position.
He’s gripping her jaw as he holds her stare.
“I’ve never been more turned on than having you squirt for me. You came so beautifully. I’m proud of you, but it’s our secret, okay?” He rubs the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip.
I see the way her throat bobs as she swallows, her cheeks flushed as she replies, her voice husky.
“Okay.”
He kisses her as though he owns her, like he can sense I’m here, watching. He probably can, just like when I know when he’s near me, too. We’ve always been in tune that way.
Ending the kiss, Hunter drops to his knees, kissing Ari over her cunt before he tugs her underwear and leggings back up.
He’s smirking like a fucking Cheshire Cat as he stands.
“Go on, little rabbit, off you go. I’ll finish up here.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice, moving like her arse is on fire, grabbing her bag as she goes.
I stalk into the kitchen. “What the fuck, man, you made her squirt,” I say, slamming my lid on the counter.
He looks over to me with a raised eyebrow.
“Not even sorry, bro. Just sad you missed the show. She was fucking exquisite.” He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them.
Before I can stop myself, I lunge for him, but he laughs and quickly sidesteps me with hands in the air, palms facing me.
“Easy, little brother. I didn’t fuck her. I’m not a complete cunt, but I sure as hell wanted to.”
I grab the back of my neck and squeeze as I let out a harsh breath.
“You’re five minutes older than me, arsehole. So what happened?” I reply, losing some of my ire. I know he wouldn’t fuck her, not without me, but seeing her flushed like that, her bare pussy… it lit something in me.
“I just made her see stars, and fuck if she didn’t do the same to me.”
I groan because, fuck me, I’d like to have seen that for myself.
In fact, fuck it.
He’s not the only one who gets to have all the fun.
I hear the bastard chuckle behind me as I take the double set of stairs up to Ari’s room and pause outside her door. I can hear movement, and before I can think better of it, I push on the handle.
Bingo.
She squeals as I enter, trying to cover herself with her top as I close the door behind me with an ominous click.
“Harrison, get out,” she says, her eyes moving between me and the door.
I can’t help but smile. She’s one of the few people who never gets Hunter and me mixed up. Hell, I swear our own father can’t tell us apart, even though we have tattoos on opposite arms.
She takes a step back, her top barely covering her torso, as I mirror her movements and walk towards her.
Her cheeks are flushed, her hair dishevelled. She’s always so well put together. Seeing her like this, knowing my brother got to touch her and get her off in person, has my dick straining in my jeans. Her gaze roams there before flicking back up to my face as her back hits the wall.
I reach out and twist a lock of her hair around my finger.
“No can do. And do you know why?”
Ari swallows hard and shakes her head.
“Hunter and I share everything, and I mean everything. So it would appear you owe me something, don’t you?”
I don’t give her a chance to answer before I grab her hip with one hand and bury the other in her hair, tilting her head. Her lips part in shock as I lower my mouth to hers.
Ari doesn’t fight me as I press my lips against hers, my tongue seeking out hers as I kiss my gorgeous stepsister the way I’ve always imagined.
Per-fucking-fection.
Ari moans and kisses me back with the same vigour, my fingers tightening in her hair, needing her closer, my dick pressing painfully against the fly of my jeans.
When I finally pull back to look at her, we’re both panting, her eyes completely glazed over with lust.
“I think you owe me an orgasm, don’t you?”
It’s as though I’ve stunned her into silence as I dig my fingers into her hip, tug her away from the wall, and guide her backwards towards the bed.
I drag the top away from her and drop it to the floor, leaving her naked from the waist down so she’s only wearing a bra.
“Fucking hell, you’re stunning,” I say, biting my fist as I take a step back to admire her and the evidence of whatever she and my brother did still glistening between her thighs.
Her chest rises and falls as she licks her lips.
I drop to my knees, much like Hunter did moments ago, and reach for her waist, pulling her close so I’m eye level with her cunt, and I inhale.
Her hands reach out for support, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“I need to shower,” she says in a whisper. I glance up at her and see her cheeks heated with embarrassment.
“You can shower after,” I reply as I lean closer and blow against her clit. She shivers, her fingers digging into my shoulders harder. I only wish I wasn’t wearing my sweater so her nails would leave their mark. Another time, maybe—no, definitely.
“Because first I’m going to make you come on my tongue.”
I flick out my tongue and lick the length of her, no fucks given that there are still traces of my brother’s cum mixed with her own arousal.
She jolts at the contact as I look up at her face. She stares down at me like this is some kind of hallucination or dream.
I push her until the back of her legs meet the bed, and she lets go of my shoulders, using her hands to break her fall as she lands on the bed with a soft thud.
That gives me enough time to hook her legs over my shoulders as I nestle between the apex of her thighs.
I glance up at the ceiling, where I know the hidden camera is—certain Hunter is watching—and wink at him with a smirk right before I flick out my tongue and lick her from arsehole to clit.
“Oh Jesus,” she says on a gasp.
I chuckle and suck down hard on her clit, then dip my tongue inside her opening. Fuck, she tastes fantastic, sweeter than honey. She’s so wet, and I lap at her juices.
It’s clear Hunter got her well and truly worked up, which means what we’ve always known—she was made for us.
And damn, the thought of fucking her into complete submission has my cock hardening even more, straining painfully against these damn jeans.
I reach down, fumbling with my fly, and free my cock.
I return my attention to her clit, sucking her swollen, sensitive bud into my mouth, savouring every single swirl of my tongue against her heated flesh, needing her to come completely undone.
“Oh, Harrison, please. I can’t,” she croaks out.
Fuck me, she begs me so beautifully, but I’m relentless in my task as I slip two fingers deep inside her. She grinds her hips against my face, reaching out to grip my hair as she moans, chanting my name as she finally gives into the pleasure.
“Fuck, yes, Harrison, right there.”
Her orgasm crashes through her and goes on and on before it finally begins to subside.
She tries to push me away, but I splay my palm over her lower abdomen.
“I don’t think so. I’m not done with you yet,” I say against her clit, continuing my sensuous assault on her pussy.
Because now I’ve tasted her and she’s come on my tongue, I need her to do it again. Only this time, I’m determined to make her squirt.