Cockney:A Stepbrother Romance(17)

     



 



Her breath catches, and her hand on my cock stops as she leans up,  slides her lips up to my ear, and opens her mouth, "Not a chance."



I pull back from her neck, my eyes locking on hers, and right there I  see the same fierce hunger that's been building inside me; I see the  same roaring fire desperate for more fuel. My free hand moves to her  jaw, cupping her face as our eyes sear into each other's.



And this time, I'm not gonna deny this to either of us.



She whimpers as I kiss her, my lips pressed hotly and fiercely against  hers, hard enough to bruise. I growl into her mouth as she opens her  lips to mine, her body arching up to rock against mine as we melt into  the dark shadows of the hallways.



I mash my lips to hers, and she sucks my tongue into her mouth as I  slide a finger between her soaking wet lips and find her opening. She  moans loudly as I push into her, curling my finger deep inside of her.  She breaks the kiss with a caught breath, gasping as she moves her mouth  to my neck, her teeth and her lips nipping at my ear.



"This is insane!" She gasps, moaning as I curl my finger against that spot just inside; "Oliver, someone- I mean, anyone could-"



I slip my hand out of her panties and spin her around, dragging her into the single-use women's room behind us.



"Are you completely crazy!"



I silence her with my mouth against hers as I reach back to lock the  door behind us. She's moaning into my kiss as I push her back up onto  the edge of the sink, my hand sliding right back under her teasingly  short skirt. Her hands rake at my shirt, pushing it up over my chest and  running her hands over my skin and my ink.



I hook my fingers into her panties, and with a little grin to myself,  I'm ripping them right off her body as she gasps in shock against my  lips.



"You arrogant ass!"



"You cock-teasing little tart."



She moans as our lips crash back together. I'm pushing her back until  she's perched on the edge of the sink, her legs spread wide for me and  her feet dangling above the floor. And this time, my hand is unhindered  as I slide two fingers deep inside her dripping wet pussy.



"I'm not going to say it," she gasps, clawing at my chest and biting at my bottom lip with the ferocity of a tigress.



"Then I'm not going to fuck you," I growl, kissing her back hard enough to bruise those pouty lips.



"I guess you're not," she husks out, her lips trailing down to my neck and biting me there hard enough for me to groan.



"See, the thing is, I'm going to fuck you, Chloe Caulfield," I whisper  darkly into her ear. "And I'm going to have you begging for it. You're  going to beg me to let you come on my cock."



"In. Your. Dreams," she moans into my ear. I start to curl my fingers in  and out of her faster and faster, my thumb rubbing over her clit again  and again until I can feel her breath start to hitch in her throat. Her  whimpering moans get higher and higher, filling the bathroom with her  ecstasy until-



Until I stop.



I'm rock fucking hard inside my pants, but I grin as I slowly slide my  fingers from her wetness and just smirk at her. She was close; in fact I  know she was real close, which is why she's now red-faced, flushed, and  panting, her eyes wildly darting across mine.



Like I was ever going to make it that easy for her.



I grin as I watch her suck in a breath, her eyes narrowing at me.



"You fucking prick," she hisses as she slides off the sink and pushes me  aside. I chuckle, feeling smug with myself as she shoves me aside and  smooths down her skirt. She's probably going out of her mind with how  close I just had her to coming.



She jumps as I move right behind her, sliding my hand up her side and  pulling her hard against me. "I told you, luv," I whisper in her ear,  "when you come, it's going to be when I let you come, and that's not  going to happen until-"



Suddenly there's a pounding on the bathroom door, and we both freeze.  The knock comes again, shattering the moment as Chloe quickly pulls away  from me and looks up at me with wide eyes.



"Hang on, relax," I hiss, glancing towards the door.



"Relax?" She hisses, her eyes wide as she nervously smooths out her skirt. "What if it's someone we know-"



"Is someone in there?"



FUCK. We both freeze at the sound of Delia's whiney, drunk-girl voice on the other side of the door.



Well, this is about to get interesting.



"Shit!" Chloe whirls to me, her face white and her eyes wide as we're  both suddenly dragged out of whatever fantasy world we were both wrapped  up in. "Oh my God, Oliver, this- this is so-"



"Look," I hiss, grabbing her shoulders and trying forcing myself to look  calm so she doesn't have a meltdown right here in the pub bathroom.  "We'll say you drank too much and got sick and I was helping." I wink at  her, "I'm such a helpful stepbrother, you know."



She wrinkles her nose at that last bit, "Why am I the one that's too drunk?"



I roll my eyes. "Fine, I'm the sick one, but we are in the women's room, you know."



She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head, "Okay, fine, whatever. Can we just get out of here?"



"Uh, whoa?" Delia arches her eyebrows at us suspiciously with a little  sneer on her face as I swing open the bathroom door with my arm around  Chloe's waist. The blonde waitress puts her hands on her hips and makes a  face. "Ew? You two are like relatives you know." She wrinkles her nose.  "Oh my God, I think that's like, illegal or someth-"



"Oy!" I snap, shutting her the fuck up with the tone in my voice as she  jerks her eyes to me. "She had a bit too much and wasn't feeling it; I  was helping her out."



It's actually alarming to me how well I can pull off a lie sometimes.



Delia's whole face changes, from accusatory to suddenly looking at me  with total puppy-dog eyes, "Oh my God, Oliver!" She makes this pouty,  stupid looking kissy face; the kind that I hate when girls make. "That  is so sweet of you to take care of your drunk sister like that!"



Chloe's face is dark red as she looks at the ground and mutters  something under her breath. I quickly elbow her in the ribs,  "Stepsister," I say quickly with a shrug.



Delia practically looks like she's about to cry or something at how  "sweet" she thinks I am. I'm betting her thoughts about me would be  slightly different if she knew I'd just had two fingers buried to the  knuckle inside Chloe's pussy.



"Right, well, I'm just going to help her out for some air, yeah?" I  flash my most winning smile at Delia, watching her basically melt there  on the floor as she nods enthusiastically at me as I whisk Chloe past  her and back out through the crowded pub.





We've barely made it out of the pub before I'm yanking my arm out of his  and stomping away, looking for a taxi or a tube station, or literally  anything to take away from Oliver as fast as humanly possible.



I want to cringe, or just fade away somewhere; maybe melt into a puddle  and disappear into the cobblestones streets. My entire face burns with  embarrassment and anger and just plain humiliation at what just happened  in there; what I let happen in there. And it only gets worse when I  feel a gust of wind tease up my skirt, reminding me of certain  undergarments that I let him-



Ugh, I can NOT believe that just happened.



"Oy, where are you goi-"



"Leave me alone, Oliver!" I spit out, "Just fuck off and leave me alone."



"Oh calm down," he says, rolling his eyes with that smug look on his face as he rakes his fingers through his hair.



"‘Calm down'? You are such an asshole!" I sneer at him, shaking my head.



"Yeah?" He squares his jaw at me, "Takes two to tango, sweetheart."



I don't even trust myself to answer him without screaming at him.  Instead, I whirl away with some sort of totally undignified grunting  growling sound as I stomp towards the approaching headlights to see if  they belong to a cab.



"Chloe, where in the hell are you going?"



"Home," I growl, hugging my arms over my chest and refusing to even turn around to look at him.



"You hungry?"



This time I roll my eyes as I turn back to him, "What?"



"Hungry, Chloe. Do you want food."



I scowl at him, hoping the angry face covers how absolutely mortified I am. "I'll eat at home, alone."



"Boring," he says with a firm shake of his head. "I was actually thinking Indian food."



I wrinkle my nose and make a face. Oliver does a double-take before he stares at me, "Stop it."



"What?" I say, frowning at the smug prick shaking his head at me.



"Curry? Late night curry?"



I shrug, still frowning, "I dunno, it's okay, I guess."



"It's okay?" Oliver rolls his eyes, "Fuckin' ‘ell," he swears as he  grabs my hand and starts to drag me down the street. "Let's go."