Chapter 105 Until you return the favor
The music is blasting loud now, the ball is at its peak. And just one curtain away from everyone, I am making out with my stepbrother.
His tongue is inside my mouth, moving with mine, tasting every part of me. I can not help it, I bring my hands up to his hair and hold on tight. He lets out this rough groan against my mouth.
I have given up on whatever control I had left. I am just letting myself feel this.
His breathing gets heavier, like he is holding himself back from doing more. We keep kissing, hot and messy, and then I feel his hand move down my side, past my ass, and slip up under my dress.
I shiver when his warm hand lands on the soft skin of my inner thigh.
"Liam..." I moan his name, out of breath, begging. "No... not here."
The way he looks at me, all primal and hungry, I know he will take me right here behind this curtain, just a few steps from all those people, if I do not stop him.
"I know." He sucks on my bottom lip and licks it. "Do not worry, I am not going to fuck you here. But I still want to taste you."
Before I can figure out what he means, he brings his long finger right to my center and presses down. This electric feeling shoots through my whole body and I gasp out loud.
He laughs under his breath and presses harder, moving his finger in circles on my clit, tugging at it lightly. The lace of my underwear is rubbing rough against me, sinking in. I am soaking wet now.
"You are so fucking wet, little sis," he whispers right in my ear, dirty. "You want me to tear these panties off and finger you right here?"
His finger brushes against the wet fabric but stays on the outside, like he is waiting for me to beg for it.
My head is all fuzzy. But there is this tiny bit of sense left that stops me from giving in to his game. I grab his hair tighter, begging him without words.
"Say it, Soph." He mumbles and bites softly at the side of my neck while his fingers keep torturing me with pleasure. "Say you want it too."
Another wave hits me. A shaky sound comes out of my open mouth and I just give up completely.
"Yes, yes please! I want it... I want you."
"Fuck." He groans and his long finger finally pushes past my underwear and goes right inside me. I almost scream. It is just one finger but I feel so full.
"God, you are so tight." He breathes out, pulling his finger back a little then pushing back in.
My legs are shaking from what he is doing and my body is sliding down the wall. He catches me and sits me on his thigh. That is when I feel how hard he is under his suit pants, pressing right up against me.
I lift my head to look at him. His face is all tense, beautiful but dark in a hungry way, and I can see little veins showing at his temples.
He is feeling this too. He wants this as much as I do.
That thought makes it even better. My body leans into him without me thinking, giving him more room to touch me.
Me wanting this makes him even more into it. He speeds up his hand and starts rubbing my clit rough with his thumb.
I cry out and then realize how loud I just was. We are in public. Just one curtain away there are thousands of teachers, students, and parents, including his dad, Mr. Thorne. And I am letting my stepbrother finger me until I come, right here.
I bite down hard on my lip to keep quiet. I am probably making it bleed but I do not care. It just feels too good.
"Hey, do not do that."
He puts his thumb on my mouth and pulls my lip free from my teeth. Then he presses my head against his neck. I bury my face there, breathing hard, feeling his muscles move while his hand keeps working.
When another wave of pleasure rises up from deep inside me, I bite down hard on his shoulder, sinking my teeth into him.
He grunts rough. "Sharp teeth. You are going to pay for that."
Like he is punishing me, his finger pushes all the way in and curls up inside me. His fingertip finds that spot and presses down hard. I clench around him so tight it almost hurts, and I start moving my hips, getting closer to coming.
He feels that I am about to let go, and he pulls my head up and kisses me hard. His finger moves faster. Fucking me rough, the way I like it, and pushes me all the way over.
The orgasm hits me like nothing else. My eyes roll back and I am so wet it is soaking his hand. He keeps rubbing me through it, making it last until I go limp against his chest.
My mind is empty. I am still coming down from it.
He kisses my neck soft, like he is calming me down, and slowly pulls his finger out of me. My body tries to hold onto it, wanting him to stay.
He laughs at that. "Want more?"
I swallow hard. My face must be so red right now but it is dark so he can not see. He made me come with just one finger. I can not even think about what will happen when we actually do it.
He reads my mind and whispers in my ear. "Just thinking about you naked in my bed makes me so fucking hard."
I can feel him under me, getting bigger and harder. If we stay here like this, things are going to get out of control.
So I pull back from him a little. "We should probably go back out there."
I just notice how rough my voice sounds. Probably from all the moaning.
"Your panties are soaked," he teases.
Actually, it is not just my underwear. My whole inner thigh is wet.
I bite my lip, embarrassed by what he said. Now that I am cooling down, it feels uncomfortable and cold having wet underwear on.
He smiles crooked. "I can help with that."
He takes off his tie and reaches under my dress, starting to wipe me clean.
I pull away and hiss, "Stop! That is gross."
"It is hot. Or I can just get on my knees and lick it off. Which one?"
He would actually do that. So I shut up and let him clean me up.
Then my eyes go wide when he folds up the ruined tie and puts it back in his pocket.
"You are not going to throw that away?"
"No, I am keeping it." He kisses me. "Until you return the favor."