STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 45

Scarlett's POV

You rise from your seat, shaking your head, unwilling to listen to anymore of his bullshit. Swiping your

bag from the ground, you twist on your heel, stomping off in the direction you came, not caring if you

get lost as its far enough away from him.

"If I want to 'piss away' my future, then I'll do it! Its MY future. Not yours. Or anyone else's. But mine. So

fuck you"

You pray he doesn't follow you. Not when your anger is so protect and fierce, but Oliver's never been

one to shy in the face of conflict. He follows you, and its not until you're back in the brush of tress,

navigating your way poorly down the mountain that he grabs your arm and spins you around to face

him.

"Let me go!"

You rip your grasp from him, glaring at his mouth which is a firm line at the moment

"Don't fucking touch me."

He shakes his head in disbelief, and scowls.

"You're being fucking stupid"

Your mouth falls open at his brazen remark.

"Stupid? Says the one who dropped out of college"

"This isn't about me! Its about you"

You whip around to storm away but he catches your arm again and pulls you into his chest. You press

your hands against his shoulders and push yourself back, stumbling on a root, but quickly catching

yourself.

"You're not going to ruin your future, like I have"

"And who says you've ruined it, huh? You can still go back. Don't criticise me about my choices when

you're making the same dumb ones!

"Ive been though shit, Scarlett!"

You flinch as his venomous words are spewed at you.

"Much more than you can fucking imagine! I haven't had a cushy life!"

You furrow your brows, hurt lining your frown as you snicker mirthlessly

He really thinks I've had a fucking cushy life?

"Cushy life? I'll tell you about my fucking cushy life, Oliver. How my mother couldn't keep a fucking job.

Or a fucking man, and we bounced from house to house, couch to fucking couch. How wonderfully

fucking stable my life was? Not knowing if I was going to eat dinner that night, or go another night

hungry until she could manipulate another person into providing for us briefly?"

You widen your arms dramatically and scoff.

"Yes, I've had such a great fucking childhood"

He flinches form your words, oblivious to the pain you've harboured your entire life. Pain just as real

and fucking intense as what he's gone through. You blink rapidly, hoping to dispel the tears the come

unwanted in your eyes.

I don't want to cry about this in front of him.

You swallow, aware of how dry your tongue is now.

"Don't make my problems out to be less detrimental than yours. We've both been through shit!"

His kiss comes out of nowhere. His hands are rough on your hips, feeling, squeezing, tugging you into

him where you fit perfectly every fucking time.

He's so frustrating

That doesn't stop you from Letting him claim you with his mouth, taste your tongue, only with his

caresses. You moan, your lips vibrating against his, and the sounds enacts a growl from his throat as

he presses his thick erection against your belly. His arousal is demanding: exciting.

So fucking stubborn.

"Scarlett, fuck"

You love the way he groans your name. Its a desperate plea. Like he's dying for another hit of what you

can give him. It makes your insides stir animatedly, as you spread your thighs, aware your shorts are

annoyingly in the way of languid strokes of his fingers.

"You're so strong headed"

"Mmm, you too"

He hisses and pulls your neck to his mouth where he trails hot kisses down to the base of your neck.

He roughly cups your chin, honing your gaze on him as he stares intensely into your eyes.

"I don't ever want you to have to choose. Between me and your future"

He steps back to pull off his bag, dropping it to the ground, and you mimic him.

"Just shut up and kiss me"

You can tell he wants to say more: wants to shout argue until you've changed your mind about how

much you love him, but nothing well. Nothing good. You're in too deep, and you don't want to resurface.

"Fuck..."

His resolved sigh, turns into frantic kisses along your mouth as his hands fumble with the button and

zipper to your shorts. They pull them free, the denim sliding down your thighs leaving you bare.

"No panties?"

You shake your head as he pulls back to get an eye full. Noticing you're both directly on the trail, he

grabs your hips, guiding you away from the path so you're shielded by a cluster of trees.

"You're fucking killing me"

"Do something about it"

He presses your back up against a tree, and lowers himself between your thighs.

Oh shit, oh shit!

"I remember telling you I was hungry"

He smacks your thighs, letting out a soft groan when you spread them instinctively and there's nothing

obscuring his ever gaze from greedily eyeing your glistening slit. Instead of filthy words, his passionate

groan makes your thighs shake before he doesn't waste time covering your wet centre with his mouth.

Oh god. He takes whatever he wants.

Your hands shoot to his head, tangling in your hair as he skilfully laps up your slit, drinking in the

wetness of your arousal like its sweet nectar he cant get enough of.

I'll give it all to him. Anything he wants. Oh fuck... that feels so good.

He flicks his tongue a few times, and pulls back replacing is tongue with his thumb to gently stroke your

swollen clit.

"Oh fuck. So fucking sexy"

He runs his other thumb teasingly up your slit, before circling your entrance with it.

"Oh Oliver! If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum"

"Oh fuck yes. Cum all over my fingers"

He inserts his thumb, stroking and stretching your walls as his other thumb continuously rubs against

your swollen bud, causing you to arch your back.

I cant get enough of him. Wont ever.

Your feelings blossom painfully. Your love a vast looming entity that alarms you.

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He pulls his hand away to taste you once again, while he pumps his thumb in and out of you, until

you're mewing and thrashing against the tree.

"Be a good girl, and cum for me"

You cry out, ass shaking and jerking when your orgasm barrels through you swiftly. Your fingers dig into

his head, pressing his mouth hard against your sensitive folds as he continues to clean up the juice of

your arousal.

"Fuck you taste amazing"

He rises, you gasp when he removes his finger but just as its gone, its replaced by the warm, throbbing

rod he palms and guides to your twitching hold. When he rubs the head against you, you both cry out

simultaneously, moaning at the velvety pleasure of the friction.

"So fucking infuriating"

"Mmm"

"You drive me wild"

"You do the same to me"

He rubs it against your clit and you wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself as you shake

horribly.

"I fucking... oh fuck, I love you. I want the best"

He thrusts upward, his length buried deep inside of you as you cry out, your mouth agape.

"So tight. Oh fuck. Ive never felt anything better than this"

He thrusts again, his rid pounding its way into you furiously.

"Fuck you're clenching on me"

"Oh yes"

You press your hips downward, meeting each thrust with equal favour. Your hips are frantic, walls

swallowing every inch of his stiff erection, refusing to let him go with a grip just as strong.

Can't think straight. He feels too good.

His touch is enough to make you forget. He yanks your hips repeatedly into him, cursing and calling

your name until the forest is filled with your moans, and the hoarse whisper of your name on his lips.

"I'm gonna cum"

He presses his face against your neck, his smell overwhelmed you with its perfect scent, and when he

slams his length into you once more, you shatter around him completely. You cry out, eyes tightly shut,

mouth slack as your orgasm blinds you with ecstasy.

"Oliver!"

When his name leaves your lips, he's calling out to you, his length swelling wonderfully inside of your

walls until you're flooded with his sweet release. Amid his heavy, erratic breathing, he presses his

forehead against yours, eyes searching yours.

"I love you, Scarlett"