The footsteps stopped right outside the door. Lina's knuckles were already on the wood.
In a single heartbeat:
Laura yanked her hand off Alex's cock and leaped backward, landing catlike on the bed.
Alex flung the forbiddenlove paperback across the room (it sailed under the dresser) and snatched his dogeared copy of The Great Gatsby from the desk like a shield.
The door swung open.
Lina stepped in, smiling, tray of warm chocolatechip cookies in hand. The sweet smell flooded the room like a cruel joke.
"Are you two alright?" she asked, eyes flicking between them.
"Yeah," Alex croaked.
"Yes," Laura chirped.
Perfect unison. Too perfect.
Lina set the tray on the nightstand. "I don't want to disturb your studying. I'll leave you to it. Call me if you need anything, okay?"
"Yes, Mom," Laura answered, voice sugarsweet, legs innocently crossed.
Lina's smile widened: proud, trusting. She backed out and pulled the door shut with a soft click.
Silence detonated.
Laura's eyes narrowed. "Where the fuck did you throw my book? I hadn't finished that chapter!"
Alex's pulse was still in his throat. "I don't know. I just tossed it in panic."
Laura dropped to her knees, peering under the dresser. "Mom always comes at the worst possible time. We were this close to having a moment."
Alex's voice cracked. "Hey, no. We were not having a moment, Laura."
She looked up from the floor, red hair spilling over one shoulder, tank top riding dangerously low. "Really?" She crawled forward: slow, predatory. "Because your cock was rockhard in my hand thirty seconds ago."
He stepped back, bumping into the desk. "That was: biology. Reflex. Nothing more."
"Biology?" Laura rose, breasts bouncing with the motion. "Tell that to the wet spot in my shorts, teacher."
Alex's gaze dropped involuntarily. The black lace was dark at the center.
Fuck.
She followed his stare and smirked. "See? Even your eyes are studying."
"Laura...."
She closed the distance again, cookiescented air between them. "We're alone now. Door's closed. Mom's gone." Her fingers brushed the waistband of his sweats: teasing. "We can pick up right where we left off."
Alex caught her wrist: hard. "We're not doing this."
Laura's eyes flashed: challenge. "Then why is your hand shaking?"
He was shaking.
Because I want to rip that tank off.
Because I want to bend her over this desk.
She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "One word, Alex. Yes. Say it and I'll drop to my knees right now."
His grip tightened on her wrist. "No."
Laura's smile turned feral. "Liar."
She twisted free, spun, and straddled his desk chair: backwards, legs spread wide, tank riding up to reveal the curve of her ass. She picked up The Great Gatsby, flipped it open, and looked over her shoulder.
"Fine. We'll study." Her voice dripped sarcasm. "Read to me, big brother. Chapter five. The one where Gatsby finally gets what he's been chasing for years."
Alex's throat went dry.
She knows exactly what she's doing.
He sat: rigid: on the edge of the bed, book in lap like a shield.
Laura rocked the chair: slow, deliberate, the motion mimicking something else entirely.
"Start reading," she purred. "Or I'll start moaning your name loud enough for Mom to hear."
Alex opened the book with trembling fingers. "'He had been full of the idea so long, dreamed it right through to the end…'"
Laura's head fell back, eyes closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips: dramatic, filthy.
Alex's voice cracked.
"'Waited with his teeth set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity…'"
Laura rocked the desk chair in slow, deliberate circles, thighs spread wide, black lace shorts riding higher with every roll. The motion was obscene, perfectly mimicking riding him. Her head lolled back, red hair cascading, lips parted in a silent moan.
Alex's grip on the book whitened.
Don't look. Don't listen. Just read. "'…because he had been full of the idea so long…'"
Laura's breath hitched theatrically. "Mmm… keep going, brother. Your voice is so deep when you're nervous."
He shot her a glare. She only grinned, rocking harder.
"'…now, in the reaction, he was running down like an overwound clock…'"
Laura suddenly stopped. "I'm not comfortable with this chair."
Before he could react, she was off the chair and on him: straddling his lap in one fluid motion. The book slammed against his chest as she settled her weight: hot, soft, perfect. Her thighs clamped around his hips. Her barelycovered pussy pressed directly against the rigid line of his cock through his sweats.
Alex's breath left him in a rush.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Laura leaned in, lips brushing his ear, voice a velvet whisper: "Read, brother. Read."
Then she moved.
Slow, sinful circles: grinding down, dragging her heat along his length. The friction was torture: thin layers of cotton and lace between them, nothing else.
Alex's hands shot to her hips: to push her off. But his fingers dug in instead. "Laura: stop that."
She moaned: louder than necessary, breathy and broken. "Yesss, brother… Ahhh…"
The sound went straight to his cock. He throbbed against her, hips jerking involuntarily.
"Shut up," he hissed through clenched teeth. "I'm reading."
Laura giggled: low, wicked, vibrating through her chest into his. "Then read, big brother. I'm just… getting comfortable."
She rolled her hips again: slower, deeper, dragging her clit against the ridge of his erection. Her tank had ridden up; bare skin on bare skin where his shirt had disappeared. Her nipples grazed his chest with every breath.
Alex's voice cracked on the next line: "'…he knew that when he kissed this girl…'"
Laura's moan turned into a whimper. She buried her face in his neck, teeth grazing his throat. "Yes… keep going… don't stop…"
His hands slid up her thighs: stop, push, pull: he didn't know anymore. "'…and the incarnation of the divine…'"
She ground harder, a soft, wet sound betraying how soaked she was. "Alex…" His name on her lips was filthy. "Read faster…"
He couldn't. The words blurred. All he could feel was her: heat, weight, need. His cock leaked into his sweats. One thin layer away from being inside her.
Laura lifted her head, eyes glazed, lips swollen.
"Tell me, brother…" She rolled her hips in a devastating figureeight. "In the book… does Gatsby finally fuck Daisy senseless?"
"Shut Up, Laura."
Their mouths were inches apart. Breathing the same air. One tilt: one: and they'd be kissing.
She whispered: teasing. "Make me."
Alex's control snapped. He growled, one hand shooting to the back of her head, fisting a thick handful of red hair. He yanked: hard. Her head tilted back, neck exposed, throat bared like an offering.
Her breath hitched, eyes fluttering halfshut. "So brother finally...."
Alex grabbed a chocolatechip cookie from the tray and shoved it straight into her open mouth.
Mmmph!
Laura's eyes flew wide: shock, rage, betrayal.
She chewed furiously, cheeks puffed like a chipmunk, molten emerald eyes glaring daggers. Crumbs tumbled down her chin onto her barelycovered breasts.
Alex released her hair, leaned back, and smirked: victory. "There. Now you're quiet."
Laura swallowed with exaggerated slowness, licking melted chocolate off her lips: slow, filthy.
"You're gonna pay for that, teacher," she hissed, voice muffled by the last bite. "With interest."
She wiped a crumb from her cleavage, popped it into her mouth, and sucked her finger clean: deliberate, lewd.
Alex's cock throbbed so hard it hurt.
Laura leaned in, chocolatescented breath on his face.
"Next time I open my mouth…" She traced his lower lip with a chocolatesmudged thumb. "…you'd better put something bigger in it."
She slid off his lap: slow, torturous: dragging her heat across his trapped erection one last time. Then sauntered to the door, hips swaying, cookie tray in hand like a trophy.
At the threshold she looked back, licked chocolate off her thumb again, and winked. "Sweet dreams, brother."
Door clicked shut.
Alex collapsed backward onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, cock aching, heart racing, lips still tasting phantom chocolate.
She's definitely going to murder me.
And I'm starting to look forward to it.