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 canhear 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 meaneverything. 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.
