My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}-Chapter 33: Ghosts Of Him (18+)
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Third Person POV
"Yes! Yes! Oh my god!"
In the large bedroom decorated in shades of purple, a soft thud echoed as his hips met her body, creating an almost primal rhythm. Vanessa’s sharp, uneven gasps cut through the air as her back arched, her spine taut beneath the steady insistence of his movements. Her fingers dug into the rumpled sheets, twisting them into knots of desperation.
Their bodies glistened with sweat, illuminated by the dim light that filtered through the closed blinds, casting warm, coppery tones on their skin. Adrien’s breath caught in his throat, a guttural sound escaping as he plunged deeper inside her, feeling her slick warmth tighten around him—it was a pleasure that was almost overwhelming.
She instinctively bucked against him, responding to his thrusts with a fervor that bordered on wild, silently yearning for more, always more.
"Fuck," she moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow pressing against her face. Each impact made her round backside jiggle, the sound of his balls slapping against her serving as a constant reminder of their intimate connection.
He focused on the tightness of her hamstrings and the flexing of her calves, her muscles straining in a dance of raw desire. Her clit, engorged and exposed, peeked out between her labia, and he imagined the exquisite friction it felt with each deep stroke, the way her walls tightened around him—almost pushing him over the edge.
But as his body screamed for release, a cold image of Noah pierced through the haze of desire. His bright laughter echoed in his mind, carefree, as it rang through the hallways, his hand intertwined with Ethan’s.
Ethan, the smug rival who competed against him on the court who went around acting like he was some sort of prince charming, now stealing glances at his stepbrother, dating his stepbrother. That thought hit him like a venomous bite, twisting the heat of passion into something darker, something rage-filled.
He squeezed his eyes shut, picturing Noah’s face, the way his lips curved and the sparkle in his eyes when looking at Ethan—expressions he never directed at him. Anger surged through him, sharp and cold, hardening his resolve...to the point that he was punishing an unseen enemy, channeling simmering rage into each brutal thrust.
He slammed into her harder, grunting as he did. Vanessa cried out, a sharp, almost painful sound, but her body continued to writhe, urging him on. She thrived on the roughness—he knew that. She craved the feeling of being taken, of submission.
This was their unspoken agreement, their twisted dance. Yet tonight, his aggression had a sharper edge, laced with desperation that reached beyond her.
"You like that, huh?" he growled, his voice rough. Gripping her hips, he pulled her back with each withdrawal, then thrust forward with renewed vigor. "Fucking slut."
The bed creaked in protest, a rhythmic groan joining the melody of their movements. Her internal muscles clenched around him, spasming, squeezing him tight. He felt the slickness increase, a hot rush of her wetness, and he could tell she was teetering on the edge, maybe even past it.
"Yes," she whimpered, her voice muffled, "Oh god, yes, Adrien, harder!"
Her plea only ignited the fire within him. He pulled almost all the way out, the head of his cock glistening, then drove back in, a single, deep thrust that sent shockwaves through her.
Her back arched even higher, a keen sound escaping her lips. He felt her clit rub against him, creating a friction that electrified his senses. The sound of their bodies joining echoed in the room, a mix of soft gasps and slick motions.
He felt her heat radiating, the quick pulse of her heart matching his, her breath fast and ragged.
With his eyes still closed, he conjured Noah once more. This time, he was alone, his hair cascading over his forehead, a slight flush coloring his cheeks when he was excited or embarrassed. He pictured him in this position, body pleading for him, soft whimpers for his ears alone.
It was a mix of desire and forbidden fantasy, stoking a new fire within him. He wanted to wipe that smug grin off Ethan’s face, to stake a claim on what he felt was his. And in that moment, with Vanessa beneath him, he could almost convince himself he was doing just that.
"F-fuck me, Adrien," she gasped, her voice raw and trembling. "Please... don’t stop!"
He didn’t. He couldn’t. The anger drove him, pushing him onward. Each thrust was a release of pent-up frustration, each push a silent scream against a world that seemed to conspire against him.
Her body moved with him, her stomach quivering, and he felt her walls clenching, milking him with each deep thrust.
He watched as his cock disappeared completely inside her, then emerge slick and glistening, only to plunge back in again. The sight intoxicated him, a testament to his power and her intense reactions.
He felt the tremors start within her, a deep vibration rippling through. Her nails sank deeper into the sheets, her heels scrabbling for grip. A long, drawn-out moan escaped her as her body seized, bucking against him.
Her pussy convulsed, milking him with such force it stole his breath away. Her climax crashed over him, a powerful wave that almost pulled him under.
His own release was close, a burning pressure building at the base of his shaft. The image of Noah flickered in his mind one last time. He gritted his teeth, letting out a primal roar as he pushed deep, one final, consuming thrust.
His cock pulsed, thick spurts of warm cum exploding inside her, filling her completely. He felt his balls slap against her soft skin, a final, satisfying impact. His body went rigid and then sagged, collapsing onto her back, breathing heavily.
He wasn’t scared to get her pregnant, not a day had passed since freshman year that Vanessa hadn’t taken a birth control pill, due to how sexually insatiable she was.
The silence that followed was thick, broken only by their heavy breaths and the creaking of the bed. Vanessa lay still, her body trembling beneath him, head buried in the pillow. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, that frantic rhythm gradually calming, his cock still buried deep within her, pulsating and softening.
Fuck, he felt so disgusting.
