Cockney:A Stepbrother Romance(19)

 



He knows damn well I'm naked underneath it. He knows because he's the one who tore my panties off.



"You first."



Oliver grins as he hooks his thumbs into his shorts, and I literally gasp out loud as he shucks them off.



Jesus he's big. Like, seriously big. I'm trying not to, but of course he  catches me staring at it and just smirks. Yeah, our parents are right  downstairs and here I am staring at Oliver's cock as we get ready to  shower to together.



My sensibilities have officially left the building.



He opens the shower door gestures with a hand, as if he's some sort of gentleman helping a lady.



As if there's anything "gentlemanly" about Oliver Beckett, despite that deceptively charming smile and accent.



As if there's anything ladylike about doing what I'm about to do, for that matter.



I pull down the zipper at my side and let the skirt drop to pool at my  feet, and then we're standing there, face to face and totally naked.



This isn't some dark pub bathroom, or the quiet shadows behind my mom's  garage back before. Here there's nothing hiding us as we stare openly -  hungrily - at each other's bodies, surrounded only by the steam from the  shower. And I know this is wrong; I know this is a mistake, even if I'm  standing there actually trying to rationalize it in my head. I'm  literally telling myself "oh, it's just a shower", as if there's  anything remotely appropriate about that between two people like us.



Oliver crooks a finger at me, "It's just a shower, luv,"



Right.



But I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of watching me back down,  and before I can stop myself, or before I can roll my eyes at my own  ridiculous excuse, I step past him and under the water.



It's not a tiny shower, but it's not big either, that much is clear when  he steps in after me and I can feel his skin brush against mine. It'  teasing, but at the same time, it isn't teasing.



"No sex," I blurt out suddenly, my confidence dropping as I turn to look  up at him. For some reason, I know right there that actual sex is  pushing it; coming together like that is pushing a line we can't push.



"Oh, I'm just here to shower," he says with a smirk. "So sorry if I gave you the wrong impression."



I give him a look.



"What? Two people can't just shower together?" He grins at me as he  reaches past me for the soap, his arm dangerously close to brushing my  nipple, "I mean we're basically family, Chloe."



I wrinkle my nose, "Don't be gross."



His cock is rock hard between us, and I'm certainly wet from so much  more than just the shower. But I'm trying so hard to ignore those facts  as he just shrugs and starts to soap up. Fine; he wants to play this  little tease game? Game on.



I turn, reaching for the shampoo when I suddenly gasp as I feel his body slide against my back.



"Oh, and Chloe?" He growls into my ear, his lips just teasing the skin  there. I'm melting right there, biting my lip as I feel my knees go weak  as his voice slides into my ear, "I think I already told you, you're  going to have to ask nicely for that."



"You wish," I whisper, biting my lip to stop the moan. I let the weight  of his body press me forward, until I'm up against the clear shower  wall, facing the mirror across the bathroom. The shower is made of that  fancy plexiglass that doesn't fog up, and I feel my breath catch at the  sight of my breasts pressed against the glass with Oliver right behind  me in the reflection in the mirror. His cock is throbbing and hard and  hot, nestled in the cleft of my ass, and his hands come up soapy to  slide over my skin, up my sides, grazing the sides of my breasts.



"Just a shower, hmm?" I whisper, gasping as his strong, slippery hands explore my sensitive skin.



"Mhmm," he growls into my neck, his cock throbbing against my ass;  "Can't let you miss any spots. Weren't you ever taught to wash behind  your ears?"



I bite my lip, watching the reflection of the girl in the mirror who  looks like she's about to melt into a puddle. I see her bite her lip  again as the hands of the man behind her slide over her breasts, rolling  her nipples between his fingers.



"Those aren't my ears," I whisper quietly, my breath coming in gasps as  his soapy fingers tease over the hard buds of my nipples.



"How clumsy of me," he husks, biting at my earlobe as he lets one hand  drift down over my stomach, down to my hip. His hand slowly delves  between my legs, and I'm whimpering as I open them for him, letting him  touch me there. I shiver when his fingers slide right between my lips,  brushing over my clit just like he did hours ago in the pub. And just  like that, as if I've been put on pause, I'm right back to where I was  then; right back to gasping and feeling like I'm on the edge of  exploding under his touch.



Oliver nudges his hips forward, and I gasp as I feel the throbbing head  of his cock trail down the cleft of my ass and slide against the slick  lips of my pussy.



"You're so fucking wet for me, I can feel it," He growls into my ear,  his fingers rubbing slow circles around my clit. "You know, you could  save yourself a whole lot of wondering if you'd just ask me nicely for  it."



"Wondering?" I breathe.



Oliver chuckles into my ear, the sound vibrating through my whole body  and making me shiver against him, "Sweetheart, I'm willing to bet you've  never been fucked the way we both know you need to be."



Fuck.



I can't contain the whimper that tumbles from my mouth as I feel him  spread my lips with his fingers and slide his thick cock across my clit.



"You've just gotta ask me nicely, luv," he whispers, his teeth dragging  across my earlobe and making me moan as he slowly rubs the head of his  cock across my aching clit. "Let me just hear one little ‘yes, chef',"  he growls, rocking his hips harder against me. "Beg me to fuck you,  Chloe," he says darkly in my ear, his cock sawing back and forth across  my clit and my lips, the shaft slippery with my arousal.



I grit my teeth against the waves of the pleasure rolling through me, my  pulse roaring in my ears. I want it. I want it so badly, I can  practically feel the words forming on my lips. But I clench them shut,  slowly shaking my head.



No; I will not be begging Oliver Beckett for anything. As much as I want  everything he has to give. I shake my head, "Mm-mm, no," I swallow  heavily, forcing myself to breathe. "There will be no begging and no  fucking."



"That a fact, hmm?" He husks, grunting as the head of his thick cock  bumps over my clit again, making us both gasp. My legs are spread for  him, my hands and my cheek flat against the glass of the shower stall. I  look down, whimpering as I see the head of him push across my pussy and  jut out from between my legs, his fingers teasing my clit. He rocks his  hips forward again, and this time I cry out as I feel my pussy slide  across his shaft.



Oliver grunts, his thrusting getting faster and faster as I feel my  whole body start to melt around me as his cock against my clit starts to  drive me right over the edge, "You better shut that mouth, sweetheart."



I gasp out loud, moaning as I feel myself start to clench up, "I- oh God, I can't help it!" I whisper out.



His hand is suddenly at my mouth; his finger slipping between my lips.



"Suck," he growls in my ear. I shiver and moan, feeling raw sexual heat  pouring through me. And before I can toss something sassy or barbed back  his way, I'm opening my mouth, and wrapping my lips around his finger.



His cock is rubbing against my pussy so perfectly, and the way he's  slipping his finger in and out of my lips is like another cock. I moan  deeply as I suck his finger, licking and sucking at it as if I'm on my  knees worshiping his cock with my mouth. I feel my whole body start to  let go. It's so fucking wrong, and so dirty, like he's fucking me at  both ends at the same time, even if he's not inside of me.



I start to whimper, pumping my hips back against him, pushing my ass  back into his rock-hard abs as I feel my whole body begin to shatter in  the steam of the shower stall.



Oliver's fingers press my clit against the delirious motions of his cock  sawing between my lips, and suddenly he leans forward and sucks my  earlobe between his teeth.



"Come for me, Chloe; I want to feel that tight little pussy come all over my cock."



And then I just let go.



I wonder later if I draw blood at how hard I bite down on his finger to  silence my screams, but at the time, all I know is blinding white light  and heat exploding through my body. Suddenly, hours of torturous  teasing, hours of running around town with Oliver without any panties,  and hours of dying to feel him again after he had me so close before  come crashing to a crescendo.



I'm clawing at the shower door as I come, shuddering against him and  feeling his powerful arms holding me upright. Oliver roars, and I feel  his body go rigid behind me. I can feel him pulsing against my pussy,  and I moan as I look down to see his come spraying from the head of him  between my legs against the shower door.