Chapter Ten — Oliver

Leaning back against the humid tile, I crossed one leg over my knee and waited. The whole bathroom filled with steam, clouding my vision of the body behind the glazed glass doors of the shower. But what I could see—the silhouette of her lithe body as she washed and rinsed her hair—made my cock so hard that my eyes rolled back in my head. Smiling, I listened to her humming out a tune by Coldplay.

I was somewhere between bliss and agony and she wasn’t even aware I was there. After Bianca called and said she had a stomach ache and her period, I knew I wasn’t getting any action from her tonight. It was going to be self service, tugging at its very best, and I had the perfect plan to make it really good.

Moments later the water stopped and Maya stepped out of the shower, turning away from me to find a towel, oblivious to my presence. Taking in her peachy ass, my dick stiffened another few degrees, throbbing painfully and tenting my satin boxers.

“Leave the towel and turn around,” I commanded in a husky tone. I wanted to see the water droplets on her tits.

She whirled around. Her voice, high-pitched from fright, rang out in the bathroom.

“Wh—what the fuck? Oliver?”

“Yes, little bee.” I chuckled as her mouth formed an “O” and her green eyes widened.

Her arms folded over her chest in an attempt to hide her tits from my intense gaze.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“I thought that was pretty obvious,” I said, raising an eyebrow. Clasping my hands together I fought the urge to jump up and lick the water droplets running down her body. “Don’t play all coy with me, trying to cover up. You’ve already shown me your tits, remember?”

“What do you want?” she hissed. Her lips smacked together as she frowned at me.

It’s okay for her to flaunt her body when she wants to tease me, but she’s protesting when I come back for more? I laughed softly, enjoying every moment of her unease.

“You, my dear, are going to help me out. Make me come.” The satisfaction of watching the horror on her face made my balls tighten.

She took a step backward. “Perverted asshole. Why the fuck would I do that?”

“Because I saw that pimply-faced kid’s tongue down your throat. And his paws on your tits and pussy. That’s why.” Riled, heat flashed through me as I remembered the moment I caught her and the guy in the library. “He’s also the one you’ve been calling while fingering yourself.”

Her eyes narrowed in on me. “So what? You aren’t my father. Heck, you aren’t even my real brother. What’s it to you?” Shit, little bee's words stung.

“That’s exactly my point. Unless you want Daddy to know, you’ll do as I say.”

“What if I tell Daddy what you’re doing first?” Her lips turned up into a self-assured grin. She thought she was smart, huh?

“I’ll tell him it's a figment of your overactive teenage imagination. He knows Bianca’s my girlfriend and I’m fucking her. Why would I want anything from you?”

Yeah, why would I?

“Uncross your arms, Maya,” I ordered, my patience running thin, “and rub your nipples like a good girl.”

Her mouth set stubbornly; her eyes glared at me. I bet she wished she could cast a spell to make me vanish into thin air. Her resistance turned me way on. I wasn’t a fan of easy.

“Don’t fight me. The sooner you do it, the sooner this will be over.”

Her head tilted as she let her gaze drop to my boxers. She swallowed hard when she saw my erection throbbing against the silky material. Her eyes snapped back to mine. Her pupils were dilated, the green of her eyes nearly invisible. Little bee was turned on too.

Breathless, she whispered, “What do you want me to do?”

“Touch yourself until you come. I can't touch you, but I can watch while I take care of myself.”

She sucked in a breath, stiffening her back.

“You sick, evil bastard.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Nothing new there. Now are you going to do it? My cock is fucking aching here.”

A small, nearly unperceivable smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the tile, spreading her arms and legs to her sides so I could take in the full view.

The lump in my throat became impossible to swallow.

“Touch yourself,” I said, my voice gruff. “Everywhere.”

She leaned her head back and placed both hands on her body, starting at her neck, then worked her way down her chest until she cupped her breasts. For someone so young, she knew exactly what to do to drive me wild.

Natural instinct?

She pinched her nipples between her fingers, moaning softly while she screwed her eyes shut tighter. Her body glistened in the dim light. Sweat formed on my brow, my skin growing hot as I watched her lick over her lips.

Breathing hard, I pushed my boxers down, letting my dick free. Gripping it tightly in one hand, I spat on the other and started jerking off slowly, my gaze never leaving her body.

“Finger your pussy,” I bit out, my voice strained. “Make yourself come.”

Splayed fingers caressed over her ribs, then her soft belly, before they finally hovered over her mound. A bright blush spread over her cheeks and she bit into her lip as her hands trembled while smoothing over her skin.

Fisting my cock tighter, my movements sped up. My eyes were nearly popping out of my head, but I couldn’t tear them away. She widened her stance, one hand gliding back to a breast and squeezing as the other pushed between her folds, rubbing back and forth rhythmically.

Transfixed, I watched, grunting as I squeezed my balls, imagining her hands doing the work.

“Jesus, little bee,” I ground out, ready to explode. The aroma of her arousal drifted on the humid air to my nostrils, sending my mind into a whirl. I licked my lips as I noticed her juices running down her leg. Christ. I wanted my tongue on her, lapping that up.

“Like this, Oliver?” she murmured, scooping some of the juice up with her fingers and bringing them to her lips. She stuck all three fingers into her mouth, sucking it off.

I was going to have a heart attack. I wanted her so badly I seriously considered just throwing her down on the floor and fucking her. Hard.

Fuck the consequences.

Fuck everything.

I just want inside her.

“Hmmm,” she hummed, going back for more. It was fucking pouring out of her.

Holding out a hand, she held her wet fingers to me.

What?

Fuck me.

Her eyes opened and locked with mine. Deadly serious. She knew I needed this.

“Taste me.”

I pushed to my feet, holding my cock in a vice-like grip. Her eyes didn’t stray from mine; she didn’t look down, just kept hers trained on mine.

Maya shuddered when I took hold of her wrist and sucked her fingers into my mouth, licking and sucking on them. She was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want more. Didn’t want to bury my face in her cunt and lick her dry. Fuck her so hard she screamed my name.

“Shit, I’m going to come,” I growled, feeling the pressure build to insane levels.

Her skin was on fire, burning through my fingers. I let go of her arm and took a step backward. She closed her eyes again and plunged two fingers inside her wetness, fucking herself where my dick was begging to go.

Short sharp bursts of breath spilled from her lips as her body convulsed a few times.

“Oliver,” she gurgled from the back of her throat, letting her pleasure show on her face. I’d never seen anything more beautiful.

There was no holding back a second longer. Warm cum spilled from my dick, some of it hitting her belly. Trembling, she reached down and scooped it up with her index finger, then smiling, brought it to her lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered, so softly I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it. She sucked the pad of her finger into her mouth, tasting me, a serene smile on her face as her eyes fluttered open.

“Now go, Oliver. You got what you came for.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, floating to me as if I were in a trance. Her eyes bored into mine, imploring me.

She was right. If I didn’t leave now, I wouldn’t be able to move my legs when desire gripped me again. I pulled up my boxers, my cum still on my skin and the bathroom floor.

“Go.” She repeated, more urgently this time.

I spun on my heels and left, my legs barely able to carry me out.

My cock was still rock hard, begging me for her sweet pussy.

It was one of the best and the worst ideas I’d ever had.

I needed a shower. I’d replay what just happened over and over in my mind, coming again to the images of little bee, the taste of her on my lips.

And then I had to get the fuck out of this place. I didn't dare even get into that bed tonight, knowing it was only a thin wall separating us. I was so close to the edge that the slightest thing would tip me over.

I’d come for Larissa’s birthday and thank Christ it was done. From now on, I'd stay away from the kid with her luscious body and her soulful eyes that stole my mind and my sanity.

It would be so much easier if I were in LA, miles away from her. I’d throw myself into my studies, work like a demon, and forget about my stepsister.

At least I could try.