My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}-Chapter 207: Underneath The Covers (18+)

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘⭒❊✿❊⭒∘∙⊱⋅•

Adrien’s hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, fingers curling under the soft fabric as he smoothly pulled it up, revealing his sculpted torso inch by inch. I couldn’t tear my eyes away; my breath hitched as the shirt cleared his chest, and he tossed it aside into the shadows of the room. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The moonlight and a faint glow from under the door outlined the defined ridges of his abs, every muscle honed from countless hours at the gym and on the basketball court, the kind of physique that made my mouth go dry and my stomach twist with desire.

A flush crept up my neck and across my cheeks while I stared, completely captivated, then, mortified I jerked my gaze away, fixing it on the ceiling as if it were the most captivating thing I’d ever seen.

Adrien’s low chuckle rumbled through the quiet, warm and knowing, and before I could think of a response, he gently caught my wrist, guiding my hand forward until it lay flat against the warm, taut skin of his stomach.

"I know you’ve been wanting to touch these," he murmured, his voice a velvety rasp, his thumb brushing over my knuckles while he pressed my hand down more firmly against him.

"I see you staring every time I’m shirtless, Noah. Those pretty eyes are glued to me, like you’re starving."

I shot him a glare, cheeks burning hotter than ever, but honestly, it didn’t have much bite, it was more comical than anything, especially with the way my lips threatened to smile.

He wasn’t wrong, and we both knew it. I’d spent months pretending I wasn’t tracing every contour of him in my mind long after he had walked away.

"Shut up, boy kisser," I muttered, the insult half-hearted and breathless. Adrien threw his head back and laughed softly, the sound made his abs flex beautifully under my palm.

His laughter faded into something quieter, more reverent, as I let my fingers wander. I traced the hard lines slowly, feeling the heat of his skin, the faint sheen of dried sweat from earlier, and the way his muscles twitched beneath my touch.

He closed his eyes, his head tipping back just a bit, a low sigh escaping his lips as if he’d been waiting forever for this moment, for someone to touch him like he mattered, like every inch of him was worth worshiping.

The thought that I was the one giving him that kind of attention made my chest ache sweetly.

Then we came together in a kiss that started off slow and quickly turned passionate, our mouths sliding together in a heated dance, tongues tangling until I was dizzy.

Adrien’s lips left mine, trailing fire down my jaw, along the sensitive area of my neck, each press of his mouth sending shivers through me that shot all the way to my toes. His hands slipped under the hem of my shirt, warm palms gliding over my ribs, and he paused, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes with a silent question.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing, and managed a shaky nod.

"Go ahead," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He smiled soft, wicked, and adoring all at once, and eased the fabric upward, helping me sit up long enough to pull my shirt over my head before gently guiding me back down against the pillows.

The cool air of the room brushed against my bare skin, raising goosebumps everywhere, but then Adrien’s mouth was on me again, and nothing else mattered.

I wasn’t ready for how he descended on my chest like I was something he’d been dreaming of.

His lips wrapped around one nipple, hot and wet, sucking gently at first and then harder, his tongue flicking in a rhythm that shot straight to my cock. A sharp, helpless sound escaped me and it was way too loud for this house, for Rachel and her mother sleeping down the hall and I slapped my hand over my mouth in a panic, my eyes wide.

Adrien lifted his head just enough to grin against my skin, his eyes dark and gleaming.

"Shh, baby," he whispered, voice low and teasing, though the strain in it told me he was just as worked up. "As much as I’d love to hear you scream my name until you can’t talk tomorrow, we need to keep it down tonight."

He brushed a soothing kiss over the sensitive peak he had just tortured. "Can you do that for me? Be my good boy and keep those lovely sounds just between us?"

I nodded frantically, my hand still clamped over my mouth, my chest heaving as he moved to the other nipple and started all over again. He was sucking, swirling, teasing with his teeth just enough to make my back arch off the bed.

I should’ve realized from the start that he had a thing for my chest, my nipples to be specific; the way he lavished it with attention made heat pool low and urgent in my belly.

Every flick of his tongue felt electric, every gentle scrape of teeth a promise of more, and I writhed beneath him, muffling desperate whimpers against my palm, fingers trembling with the effort to stay quiet.

Adrien hummed in approval, the vibration traveling through me, before he finally, thankfully, pulled away, his lips swollen and glistening, eyes heavy with desire.

His hands moved lower, tracing the waistband of my sweatpants with slow deliberation, giving me every chance to stop him. I didn’t want to. I couldn’t.

My hips instinctively lifted, craving more contact, and he flashed that devastating smile once more as he hooked his fingers under the elastic and began to ease the fabric down.

Cool air brushed my thighs as the sweatpants slipped lower, lower, until they caught briefly on my straining cock before he tugged them free completely. I sprang out, hard and aching, flushed dark with need, a bead of precome already glistening at the tip. The sudden exposure made me shiver with a mix of embarrassment and raw, desperate desire.

Adrien’s gaze fell on me, dark and hungry, and he let out a slow, shaky breath that sounded almost reverent. "God, Noah," he whispered, his voice rough with wonder. "Look at you."