My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}-Chapter 208: Keep Your Eyes On Me (18+)

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Adrien’s grip around me was confident for a guy I was sure had only ever been with girls, sending a shiver through my whole body. His warm palm slid over me in a slow, deliberate motion, pulling a ragged gasp from my lips before I could hold it in.

He moved with excruciatingly slow patience, his thumb gliding over the slick tip with every upward stroke, spreading the wetness and making my hips instinctively thrust into his hand.

The pleasure was intense, coiling tightly in my belly, and I couldn’t help but shake or let out soft sounds that slipped past my lips, despite trying to keep quiet.

"Look at you," he whispered once again, his voice rich and smooth, eyes locked onto my face as if he was memorizing every flush and twitch of my body.

"So damn sensitive, baby. One touch and you’re falling apart for me already. You look amazing like this...laid out under me, flushed and trembling. I’ve wanted this for months. To be completely honest, I’ve wanted this for years. All soft and perfect, just for me. No one else’s, never anyone else’s again."

His words washed over me like molten heat, bold and possessive, making my face burn hotter. I turned my head into the pillow, embarrassed by how much I craved to hear more, how his voice was unraveling me almost as much as his hand.

My eyes squeezed shut, breath coming in quick bursts as I tried to escape the intensity, the way his fingers stroked me, the raw hunger in his tone, how easily he claimed me.

But then, everything froze.

His hand stopped, fingers loosening just enough that the sudden lack of friction left me aching and hollow. A frustrated sound slipped out before I could stop it. I turned to him, eyes wide and pleading. "W-why did you—"

I feared this was one of his little teases, where he’d make him think he’s going to do something cool for me just to leave me hanging just to make me mad as hell just to get a few laughs.

Adrien’s gaze caught mine, those green eyes dark and filled with desire, pupils blown wide in the dim light. He looked almost wild, lips slightly parted, breathing in sync with mine.

"Never look away from me, Noah," he said, his voice low and authoritative, edged with a velvet tone that sent shivers down my spine. "Keep those pretty fucking eyes on me the entire time. If you don’t... I stop. Got it?"

I gazed at him, taken aback by the quiet power in his voice and how naturally he took control. My heart raced, but I nodded quickly, eager to comply.

I seemed like I had heavily underestimated his intense need and craving for my attention.

A slow, satisfied smile crept across his face, wicked yet soft, and he leaned in to kiss me...deep and consuming, his tongue sliding against mine until I was dizzy from it.

Only then did his hand start moving again, long, firm strokes that had my back arching off the bed, my gaze obediently fixed on his as waves of pleasure surged through me because there was no fucking way in hell I wanted him to stop now.

I’d be stupid to call his bluff.

I completely lost myself in the rhythm, in the heat of his gaze, in the way he watched every reaction like it was a treasure meant for him alone.

But just as I felt myself teetering on the edge, he halted once more.

A whimper escaped before I could contain it, my hips instinctively chasing his hand in helpless frustration. I opened my mouth to protest, but he shushed me gently, his finger pressing lightly against my lips.

"Shh, baby, easy now," he soothed, his voice calming even as his eyes burned with desire. "I’ve got you. Just need to do something first."

He shifted above me, rising to his knees, and I caught my breath as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants. With noticeable slowness, he pushed them down, freeing himself completely, and I couldn’t help my gaze from dropping...couldn’t tear my eyes away if I tried.

His cock was thick and long, a deep flush and slightly arched upwards, a bead of precome glistening at the tip. It was... awe-inspiring, beautiful, and unmistakably him.

A nervous flutter twisted in my stomach, even as heat coursed through me. I might’ve flinched just a little, because Adrien noticed right away and let out a soft, breathless laugh.

"Lost for words, princess?" he teased, his voice low with amusement and affection. He settled back between my thighs, letting his length brush against mine for a brief, electric moment that made us both inhale sharply. "You can touch me, you know. I’m all yours... every inch of me."

The permission in his words stirred something inside me, and I reached for him without any hesitation, my fingers trembling slightly as they wrapped around his warm, velvet heat. He felt heavy in my hand, throbbing softly, and the beautiful groan he let out when I gave a tentative stroke was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

At the same moment, Adrien’s hand returned to me, wrapping firmly around my length, and we found our rhythm together...slow at first, exploratory, just feeling our way through the dark. Our breaths mingled, quiet and ragged, foreheads nearly touching as we moved in sync.

Every glide of my palm over him drew low exhales from his lips; every twist of his wrist over me blurred my vision at the edges.

We kept our eyes locked the whole time, just like he’d wanted, and the intimacy—the silent conversation passing between us in every shared gasp and flutter of eyelashes, felt almost more intense than the pleasure building deep in my spine.

The room was filled only with the soft rustle of sheets, the faint slick sounds of skin sliding together, and the occasional muffled whimper we couldn’t quite swallow.

In the still of the night, with the house sleeping around us, we stroked each other toward the brink, lost in the heat and the quiet.