The stepbrother I shouldn't want

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: The Open Door

This Chapter contains sexual content. Not for readers younger than 18. 🔞

My phone lit up while I was already in bed, the room dark, my tank top thin, nothing underneath.

Lucian: What are you doing?

Eliora: About to take a bath.

Lucian: Can I join?

Eliora: I’m waiting for you.

Lucian: Where?

Eliora: My legs are open... I mean the doors are open.

Three dots.

Lucian: I’ll slide in.

Eliora: Be careful. It’s wet.

Lucian: I’m very good with wet.

I smiled into my pillow. A minute later, soft footsteps. My bedroom door opened and closed. He stood there, shirtless, jeans low, his eyes finding me in the dim light.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hey."

I stood. The towel fell from my body. I did it on purpose. I was completely naked. His gaze dropped and stayed, hungry. I caught his eye, smiled, and signaled with my finger, follow me, then walked toward the bathroom.

He did.

I closed the door and locked it.

The bathroom was small and steamy, the shower already running. Water pounded against the tile, filling the room with noise.

We looked at each other.

I reached for his waistband, pulled him closer, and kissed him once, hard. Then I pushed him back against the sink and dropped to my knees.

I kept my eyes on his face the whole time. I kissed his stomach, his hip, the dark trail of hair leading down. Then his nipples, slow circles with my tongue, a light scrape of teeth, until his breath hitched. I kissed lower, along the V of his hips, the tip of his dick kissing it and fondling it with my hands.

I pressed my lips to the tip and tasted salt.

He groaned.

I took his dick into my mouth slowly, inch by inch until I swallowed it whole, my tongue working, my lips stretched around the thick head. He was heavy and hard, filling my mouth completely. I sucked, sliding it in and out of my mouth, making sloppy sounds, sucking like my life depended on it.

"Fuck..." His hand fisted in my hair.

I kept going, faster. I took him deeper until the head of his dick hit the back of my throat. He was getting louder, his hips bucking, his groans raw. The running water covered everything.

"Eliora... I’m..."

I sucked harder. I wanted him to come. I wanted to taste all of it.

He came with a broken sound, body jerking, hand tight in my hair. Hot, thick cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed and kept his dick there until he finished shaking. His knees nearly gave out. He pulled me up and kissed me, tasting himself on my tongue.

"You’re insane," he breathed.

I smiled against his mouth. "Your turn."

He lifted me onto the counter. Cold marble pressed against my bare ass. He looked at me like he couldn’t wait another second.

He hooked my legs around his waist, lined the head of his dick up with my pussy, and pushed his long, veiny cock into me in one deep thrust.

I cried out. My head tipped back against the mirror. His cock filled my pussy completely, stretching me open, the pressure perfect.

He started slow, deep, deliberate strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside me. Steam rose around us. My legs tightened around him, pulling him deeper into my pussy.

Then he went harder.

The wet sound of his dick slamming into my pussy filled the bathroom. I moaned openly, mouth open. He gripped my hips and fucked me harder, his mouth on my neck, biting and sucking. Every thrust drove his cock deep inside me.

Pleasure built fast and tight. My clit throbbed. I was close, nails digging into his shoulders, legs locked around him.

"Lucian..."

He thrust deeper. Once, twice. I came hard, my pussy clenching around his dick, a sharp cry tearing out of me. He followed almost immediately, face buried in my neck, groaning my name as he came deep inside my pussy, pulsing hot.

We stayed like that, breathing against each other, the shower still running. His forehead rested on mine. His cock was still inside me.

Then the door suddenly opened.

"Eliora?"

My mother’s voice. From my bedroom. Close.

We froze.

Lucian was still buried deep in my pussy. My legs were still wrapped around him. The shower was still running.

"Eliora? Sweetheart?"

Footsteps came closer and stopped right outside the bathroom door.

I swallowed and forced my voice out. "I’m in here, Mom. Taking a bath."

"Oh." She was right outside. "I just wanted to tell you I’m going out. Meeting a friend. I’ll be back late. James is working."

"Okay," I managed.

Silence.

Lucian shifted slightly. I felt his dick twitch inside my pussy, still hard, still deep. My eyes widened. I pressed my hand against his chest, warning him.

"Have you seen Lucian?" my mother asked. "I knocked on his door earlier. No answer."

My stomach dropped. Lucian’s breathing stayed controlled, but I felt him tense. His hips moved, just a small, slow thrust that pushed his cock deeper into me and made me gasp before I could stop it.

"Maybe he’s sleeping," I said, voice too high. "You know how tired he gets."

"Probably." Another pause. "You sound strange. Are you alright?"

"Fine. The water’s hot. I got a little..."

Lucian’s hand knocked against the soap dish. It clattered to the tile, loud and sharp.

"Eliora?" My mother’s voice sharpened. "What was that?"

"Nothing, Mom!"

"Are you sure? It sounded like something fell. Should I come in?"

"No, no, no!" Too loud. I forced my voice down. "Don’t come in. I’m okay. Really."

She was quiet for three long seconds.

Then Lucian smiled, dark and wicked. He thrust again, slow and deep, his cock sliding almost all the way out of my pussy before pushing back in. His eyes stayed locked on mine. His hand covered my mouth to keep me quiet.

"Eliora?" My mother said again. "My friend is so nice to me. She invited me to this new restaurant downtown. I thought maybe you’d like to join next time?"

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. Lucian kept moving, slow and deliberate, his dick stroking in and out of my pussy, his hand still pressed over my lips.

"That sounds... nice, Mom," I managed, the words coming out strangled.

"You sound breathless, sweetheart. Are you sure you’re okay?"

"Fine. Just... the water’s hot. I’m dizzy."

"Do you need me to come check?"

"No!" I gasped as Lucian thrust harder and his thumb found my clit, rubbing tight circles. "No, Mom. Please. Don’t come in."

Another pause. Lucian kept fucking me in slow, steady strokes, his cock deep in my pussy, his smile wicked. I bit his hand to keep from moaning.

"Alright, sweetheart. Lock up when you leave. I love you."

"Love you too, Mom."

Footsteps moved away. The bedroom door opened and closed. A moment later the front door shut, then her car started and faded.

I let out a long, shaky breath.

Lucian pulled his dick out of me slowly. We looked at each other, both breathing too fast, both still shaking.

Then he laughed, quiet and disbelieving. I laughed too, the sound coming out wild.

"You knocked the soap dish down," I whispered.

"I know."

"While your cock was still inside my pussy."

"I know." He kissed me. "You’re dangerous."

"So are you."

He lay down on the bathroom floor and pulled me with him. I climbed on top, straddled him, and sank down onto his dick slowly, inch by inch, until he filled my pussy completely again.

I rode him. Slow at first, then faster and harder, my hands on his chest, my head thrown back. The water from the shower still streamed over us, making everything slick. His hands gripped my hips and pulled me down harder onto his cock.

"Eliora," he groaned. "Fuck..."

I leaned down and kissed him, tongue sliding against his, hips never stopping. My clit rubbed against him with every movement. The pleasure built again, tight and hot.

He came first, body jerking, groaning loud as he pulsed deep inside my pussy. I followed, nails digging into his chest, my pussy clenching hard around his dick as I came.

We collapsed together on the wet tile, breathing hard, laughing, limbs tangled.

He reached up and turned off the shower. The sudden silence felt heavy and intimate.

"I should bathe you," he said, voice lazy.

"You just did."

"Properly." He sat up, lathered soap in his hands, and washed me slowly, every inch of skin, gentle and thorough, like I was something precious.

I closed my eyes and let him.

When he finished, he pulled me up, wrapped me in a towel, and carried me to my bed. We collapsed onto the sheets, still damp, still warm.

"She almost caught us," I whispered into his neck.

"She didn’t."

"She could have."

"But she didn’t." He pulled me closer and kissed my wet hair. "And now you’re here. With me. That’s all that matters."

I smiled against his chest. "You’re insane."

"So are you."

We lay there, tangled in towels and steam and each other, the room quiet, the house empty, the danger past.

For now.

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