Page 20 of Three Stepbrothers Save Christmas

It seemed like a good idea to hold her at first. But now, I’m trying to ignore the way her body is moulded against mine perfectly, her back pressed tightly to my front. Her ass is resting against my crotch, and every time she moves, I get that little bit harder.

“You need to try and get some sleep,” I whisper in her ear before looking over to Ryan, who’s asleep in the recliner chair with his feet up. I don’t think anyone had a decent night's sleep.

“I won’t be able to,” she replies quietly as she wiggles again, and I have to grip her hip to stop her before she feels how hard I am.

“Do you want me to move?” I ask, tightening my hold on her hip a little harder. When she shakes her head, I find myself smiling. Does she like being in my arms as much as I enjoy her being there?

“If you are comfortable, then why won’t you sleep?”

Verity shrugs, but as I look down at the side of her face, I notice her chewing on her lip while looking at the screen. We are watching True Blood, and as always, there is a sex scene when I need to be thinking of anything but sex.

As the scene on the screen heats up, so does the feeling in my trousers. Fuck I need to move away, this isn’t what she needs after everything she has been through. But then she wiggles back a little, and I hear her gasp as she realises I’m rock hard. I freeze, expecting her to jump up and run away. But instead, she wiggles again.

“Baby Girl, you are not helping the situation,” I whisper through gritted teeth. My hand rests on her stomach, hoping to hold her still. For the first time in days, I see the sign of a genuine smile on her face.

“I’m just getting comfortable, plus you are nice and warm.”

Reaching behind me, I tug the blanket on the back of the sofa over us.

“Is that better?” I ask as I gently rub my nose against the side of her neck, unable to resist the sweet scene of her perfume.

“A little,” she gasps. I place my hand on her stomach again, but this time apply a little pressure to pull her back against me.

“How about now?” My cock is pressed directly against her ass, and I notice a slight change in her breathing as she becomes aroused.

“Almost,” she whispers. For the briefest moment I consider getting off the sofa and doing the right thing. But something about this woman makes me feel more confident than I usually do with women.

“I think I know what will help you to sleep,” I whisper into her ear. moving my hand from her stomach, I slowly move it down until I’m cupping her warm sex. I wait for a second to see if she tells me to move it away. But instead, I’m greeted by her grinding herself against my hand.

“More?” I ask as I move my head so I can look her more in the eye. She turns her own head and looks me dead in the eye as she whispers.

“Please.”

Fuck, how am I meant to say no to that? I brush my lips lightly against hers and am rewarded with the feel of her tongue lightly swiping against my lips.

I continue to look into her eyes as I slide my hand down into her leggings until I can run my finger over that sweet spot between her legs. I’m surprised to find her already wet and ready for me.

“Do you think an orgasm will help you sleep?” I start circling her clit and can tell I’m hitting the right spot as her breathing changes again.

“Ryan might wake up,” she whispers. I look at my brother and know he’s asleep.

“Even if he did, I wouldn’t stop. I think he would love watching you cum.” I notice an intake of breath as her breathing changes, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. I always hoped there was a kinky little minx under the sweet persona. Looks like I was right.

I continue to rub her clit, with just the right pressure, and can feel her getting closer. I kiss her neck before nibbling on her ear.

“Would you like it if he watched? Or how about joined in?”

Verity’s sigh tells me everything I need, and I chuckle into her neck.

“Oh, baby Girl, I think it could be arranged if it’s what you really want.”

“Yes,” Verity moans as she grinds against my hand.

I look over to Ryan and notice his breathing has changed slightly. He’s no longer fast asleep and the fact he’s sporting a boner tells me he knows what’s happening.

“Then why don’t you be a good girl and cum on my fingers before we let him join the party,” I whisper as I take her earlobe between my teeth again and apply a little more pressure to her clit, causing her to moan as she cums. It’s all the proof I needed that limp dick Marshall was the problem in the bedroom, not my Baby Girl.

“Fuck,” I groan as she shudders against my crotch, rubbing against my hard cock.

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