My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}-Chapter 119: Touch Me (18+)

𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯’𝔰 𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰:

i suppose I should have mentioned a while ago that this volume is where things get a bit sexual between our characters. thanks for sticking around to this point because there’s nothing I enjoy more than writing smut after a few hundred Chapters of build up (I’m sorryy lol)

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I closed the gap between us and kissed him. This wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was full of hunger, urgency, all those words I still couldn’t bring myself to say pouring out into the heat of the moment. My lips parted against his with that first breath, and the second his tongue brushed mine, a moan escaped me before I even realized it.

God, he tasted like chocolate and salt, like that last sip of hot cocoa we shared. He tasted like everything good I’d been too scared to reach out for.

Ethan let out a low groan, raw and helpless, as soon as my tongue curled around his. It ignited something within me. His hands finally found my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel every hard contour of his body pressing against mine. Without thinking, I rolled my hips, craving more contact, and he responded with a broken sound that made my toes curl.

His mouth was hot and desperate, moving over mine as if he were trying to memorize every detail. Our tongues intertwined, sometimes slow and filthy, other times quick and breathless. Each time I pulled back even a little, he chased me, gently sucking on my bottom lip, licking back into my mouth as if he couldn’t bear a moment apart.

I couldn’t think straight. Breathing was hard. All that mattered was the feeling.

This is what it’s like to be kissed by someone who loves you, I realized, feeling dizzy with it. Not just wanted, but loved. Every glide of his tongue felt like a promise. Each soft noise he made against my lips felt like a form of devotion.

I wove my fingers into his hair, pulling just enough to tilt his head back, and he let me. He surrendered to whatever I needed, his lips parting wider, breath hitching when I explored deeper. Another helpless groan rumbled out of him, vibrating against my tongue, and I could’ve sworn I felt it all the way between my legs.

"Noah—" he rasped against my lips, his voice wrecked, hands sliding down to grip my hips as if he was clinging to sanity. "God, you’re—"

I cut him off with another kiss, more intense this time, my teeth grazing his bottom lip. He shuddered, fingers digging into my sides, and when I rocked against him, he made a low sound that turned my blood to fire.

I was in love with him.

I was so stupidly, completely, terrifyingly in love with him, and kissing him like this feeling him tremble beneath me, hearing him struggle to finish sentences because of me was the best feeling I’d ever experienced.

I never wanted it to end.

I pulled away only to catch my breath, but he didn’t let me get far. His mouth found my jaw, my throat, open and hot, his teeth grazing lightly over my pulse point. I gasped, my head tilting back, and he took the chance, tracing my neck with his tongue before he sucked gently at the skin just below my ear.

"Ethan," I whimpered, actually whimpered, like a some random girl in a movie, which was embarrassing but I didn’t even care. My whole body shook, buzzing, electrified in a way I’d never felt before.

He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes dark and glassy, lips swollen and red from mine. His chest was heaving.

"Tell me to slow down," he said, voice rough, thumb brushing over my wet bottom lip. "Just say it, and I will. I promise."

I shook my head, pulling him back to me instead.

"Don’t you fucking dare," I whispered against his lips.

Then we were kissing again, deeper, messier, our tongues sliding together as if we were trying to get lost in each other’s skin. His hands slipped under the hem of my sweater, warm palms pressing against my bare lower back, and I arched into him with a moan that he swallowed whole.

I was never letting go of this boy.

Not ever.

The kiss stretched on, wet and breathless, until I felt the unmistakable press of him hard beneath me, thick and obvious through his pants. A small sound escaped me, and I rocked forward, slow and steady.

Ethan broke the kiss with a sharp breath, eyes wide, hands frozen on my hips like he finally realized what was going on.

"Noah—" His voice cracked, panicked. "Baby, wait. Are you sure? We don’t have to—"

I rolled my hips again, harder this time, and watched as he leaned back against the blanket with a strangled moan.

"I’m sure," I breathed, reaching for the hem of my sweater. "Stop doubting me, Ethan. I want this. I want you."

He should know by now that before I did almost anything, I had thought about it about a dozen times.

His eyes followed my hands as I pulled the soft fabric over my head, letting it fall aside. The cool evening air brushed against my skin, but all I felt was heat as his gaze locked onto my chest.

"Jesus Christ," he whispered, almost torn apart. His hands trembled against my waist.

I laughed, shaky and exhilarated, leaning down until my lips brushed against his ear. "Remember that day at the mall? When you pushed me that tiny changing stall and kissed me breathless?" I nipped at his earlobe, and he jerked beneath me. "You awoke something inside me. Something primal. So really, this is your fault. Own up to it."

Even I was surprised too at my boldness that seemed to materialize from nowhere.

He let out a broken laugh that morphed into another groan when I sat back, enjoying the way his eyes never left me. I didn’t let it drop yet, just held his gaze, loving how his pupils widened, the way his throat worked as he swallowed hard.

"Touch me," I whispered, guiding his hands up my sides until his palms hovered just under my nipples. "You deserve this more than anyone else could."

The second I said that, Ethan made this raw, reverent sound, half disbelief, half devotion and his hands were on me, warm and gentle, shaking fingers exploring the area of my chest as if they could vanish.

"God, you’re perfect," he rasped, his thumbs brushing over my nipples and making me gasp. "So perfect I can’t—"

I cut him off by crashing my mouth against his again, kissing him deep and dirty as I ground down, feeling just how much he craved me. His hips lifted to meet mine, a helpless motion that drew another moan from both of us.

He deserves this, I thought hazily, arching into his touch as his mouth left mine to kiss a hot trail down my throat, to my collarbone, and lower. He deserves every part of me.

And tonight, under this burning sky, I finally had the courage to give it. Everything was heat and breath and Ethan’s mouth igniting fire across my skin when a sharp voice shattered the moment like a gunshot.

"Get your hands off him."

I froze.

What on earth was he doing here?!

Ethan’s hands stilled on my bare waist. We whipped our heads toward the trees.

Adrien stood ten feet away, breathing heavily, fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. The dying sunlight cast harsh shadows across his face, but even from here I could see the storm in his eyes rage mixed with something darker, something that resembled pain.