My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}-Chapter 101: Euphoria (18+)

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Ethan’s hands found their way to me, slipping under my shirt, his warm fingers spreading across my stomach. I inhaled sharply, every nerve igniting as he traced my waist, his touch slow and respectful.

"Noah," he murmured, his voice low enough that I could feel it against my skin, "look at you." His thumbs brushed just below my ribs, teasing the top of my jeans. "So fucking pretty."

I could feel heat rushing to my face. I wanted to protest that we were being too loud, too close, and that people were just outside, but Ethan kept speaking, his lips grazing my ear. "You blush so beautifully... and I love how you tremble when I touch you..."

His hands moved higher, exploring the contours of my chest, thumbs circling my nipples through the fabric of my shirt until I arched toward him with a muffled gasp. "So gorgeous."

Desperately, I searched for something to steady myself against. Shannon’s voice floated in from outside. "Emerald or jade?"

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, but Ethan didn’t stop. He leaned in, his mouth finding the hollow of my neck, kissing softly before sucking gently, his teeth grazing my skin as he left a mark.

In a place where anyone could easily see us.

A helpless sound tried to escape me, and I quickly covered my mouth with both hands, eyes wide, heart racing so loudly I thought for sure someone would hear. Another kiss, lower this time, just above my collar, another bruise forming where his tongue danced. One hand slipped down to grip my hip, while the other cradled the back of my neck, tilting me exactly where he wanted.

I was trembling, my thighs pressed tightly together, every muffled whimper swallowed by my hands as Ethan painted me in this quiet, possessive heat. His mouth moved lower, deliberate and careful, tongue tracing the tendon in my neck before he sealed his lips over a new spot and sucked.

The heat of his mouth, the gentle scrape of his teeth, the pull sent a shockwave through me. My knees buckled, only his arm around my waist keeping me standing.

Oh God, he’s using his tongue.

That thought hit me hard. I could feel it, warm and slick, swirling over the bruise he had just made, tasting my skin as if he couldn’t get enough. My hands flew from the wall to his shoulders, my nails digging into his shirt, but I didn’t push him away. I just couldn’t.

Honestly, I didn’t really want to.

Vanessa’s voice drifted back in: "Jade is too muted, Shannon, are you fucking blind?"

And I flinched, panic ringing in my ears. But Ethan didn’t stop.

His tongue traced up my throat, slow and filthy, before he latched onto a spot beneath my jaw. Another hickey. Another soft, wet sound that made my stomach flip.

And then I felt it.

His hips shifted, just enough to push forward, and oh God, he was hard, thick, unmistakably pressing against my thigh. My thoughts short-circuited. He’s hard because of me. Because I’m touching him.

Tentatively, I let my hand slide between us, trembling as I brushed against the front of his jeans. The heat radiating from him, the way he twitched under my palm made me pull back quickly as if I had been burned. My own cock throbbed in response, straining against my zipper, and I realized, to my mortification, that I was just as hard, leaking, aching.

We’re both—oh my God, we’re both hard in a changing room with people just a few feet away!

Ethan pulled back slightly to look at me, his blue eyes dark and his lips shiny and swollen. "Noah," he rasped, voice ragged, "you have no idea what you do to me."

I shook my head like crazy, still covering my mouth with one hand.

"You’re so unbelievably sexy," he whispered, his thumb brushing over the fresh mark on my neck, "and you don’t even know it. The way you look at me, how you blush when I touch you, those little sounds you try to stifle..." He pressed closer, letting me feel just how hard he was again, and I whimpered into my palm. "I’m trying so hard to be good right now, to keep my hands where they are. But you’re making it impossible."

His forehead rested against mine, breaths uneven. "You’re gonna kill me, pretty boy."

Suddenly, Ethan’s breath hitched against my lips as he pulled back, alarm flashing in his eyes. "Shit, Noah, I’m sorry. I got carried away—"

Before he could finish, I lunged forward, grasping his shirt and pulling him down to me. Our mouths collided, clumsy and desperate, my tongue slipping past his lips before I could think twice. He froze for a moment, then groaned, low and wrecked, kissing me back like he’d been craving it.

Holy hell, this is really happening.

His tongue curled around mine, hot and slick, tasting faintly of the mint gum he’d had earlier. I was dizzy. I had never done this before... never French kissed anyone, and the wet slide of it, the way he angled his head to deepen it, made my stomach twist. It was messy, overwhelming, perfect.

Ethan’s hands found my hips, guiding me as he sank to the floor without breaking the kiss. The carpet scratched against my knees as I followed, straddling his lap, my thighs framing him.

In this new position, I felt him pressed against me, his hardness dragging against mine, and I gasped into his mouth.

This feels incredible. In a good way.

He swallowed my sound, one hand moving to cradle the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. The other hand rested on my waist, thumb sneaking under my shirt to trace small, maddening circles on bare skin. Every nerve in my body lit up. I rocked forward instinctively, chasing the friction, and he responded with a shallow thrust that made my toes curl in my sneakers.

Vanessa’s voice was a distant hum now: "Fine, I’ll try the emerald, but if it clashes—"

But this stall felt like its own universe: the faint rustle of hangers, the muted beat of music, the wet sounds of our mouths moving together. My pulse thundered in my ears.

I was hard, aching, grinding down in little helpless circles while Ethan kissed me like he was trying to memorize my mouth. ’I’ve never felt this before,’ I thought dizzily, ’this heat, this need, this—’

His hips rolled up again, deliberately, and I broke the kiss with a silent cry, my forehead dropping to his shoulder as sparks exploded behind my eyes.