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With your attention on the television screen across from you, you didn’t notice Natasha’s fidgeting in her seat. Whilst you sat innocently beside her, your stepsister pondered the thoughts of you she often does - ones she shouldn’t have but cannot help.
How could she when you were so alluring?
The blanket draped over your lap did little to warm the upper half of your body and, to the redhead's pleasure, the form-fitting shirt that hugged your chest gave her ample view of pebbled nipples against the cold.
She glanced in your direction and noticed the delicious sight, licking her lips at just the imaginings of your taste; you could be so delicious on her tongue, a forbidden thing she aches to taste. She thinks of it often, prying you open to reveal each inch of ripened flesh, devouring each drop and morsel as though it were her last.
There’d been times she had come close to taking a ravenous bite, finding you just a breath away - so close she could take you in only a second. She’d admire any piece of skin you unknowingly revealed with an ache in her stomach and an inconvenient throbbing in her underwear.
On more than one occasion she’s almost given in to the desire; eyeing your sleeping form with your lips parted with even breaths, painfully tempted to peel away the layers keeping her from you until her tongue could trace each part of you it salivates at the thought of.
There’s only so much she can take though and, if the sounds she hears from her neighbouring bedroom are anything to go by, she knows you’re not as pristine as the facade you paint yourself with.
And it was just her luck to be sat right next to you when a less than savoury scene played out on the screen, vocal and explicit scenes and sounds making you shrink into your seat.
Just the way you shied away made her smirk, feeling her shorts tighten with the hardening dick that pushed against them. She could duck away into the bathroom and relieve herself to pictures of you on her phone or she could take what should be hers.
“What are y-“
Your words began at the hand that grabbed yours, sliding its way down your arm until her fingers locked with yours. You felt your skin litter with goosebumps at her touch just as it always does in fleeting moments. You let her guide your hand until it was encased in the heat of the blanket and pressed against her crotch, pushed so firmly against her that you could feel the distinct length that dared to twitch against your palm.
“Nat,” you breathed. Your skin was hot, and the back of your neck burned. You hate how much you want this - how long you’ve wanted it.
“You do something to me,” she rasped, squeezing at the hand she held so tightly. “You’re driving me insane honey, and god, I need you so bad.”
Her hips bucked upwards and the way you palmed at her made her even harder.
“You want this as bad as I do - I know you do,” she murmured, holding your gaze despite the way you wished you could look away.
You thought words would fail you and responded with actions instead, dipping your hand past the waistband of her shorts with rushed desperation until you could finally feel the hot and throbbing cock against your palm.
Pulling it from its restraints you could see it outside of your late-night musings, you could feel it; you groaned at the glorious sight. Precum leaked from the tip and you swiped your thumb across it, beginning slow pumps of your fist along her with your eyes trained on the view.
Your attention was drawn elsewhere, however, when a firm grip brought your face to hers and lips claimed your own with a heated fervour. You felt the vibration of her grunt into your mouth whilst your hand continued their movements between you; your belly swirled with your own arousal and your cunt throbbed with each time her nails dug into the side of your neck, clinging to you desperately with her approaching release.
When she pushed you away her cheeks were pink, lips swollen and pupils blown with lust. You’d never imagined the perfection of her ravenous hunger, the glint in her eye that was so controlling. It was rough, the way she grabbed at your hair to push you downwards, and you eagerly complied with her wordless request, lips wrapping around her cock just as she wanted.
The warmth of your mouth made her hips jerk wildly, hitting against the back of your throat in a thrust that made you gag.
“Fuck baby, so good.” she groaned out. “So, so good.”
Her head leaned back and her nails were no doubt leaving their imprint on your scalp whilst they instructed the bobbing of your head. Your hips tried to grind themselves against anything they could, begging to feed the need for friction against your pulsing sex; the small moan you failed to quell made her hiss through her teeth.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re just as good as I imagined,” she sighed out above you. “Perfect little mouth. You gonna swallow me all down, hm?”
Your tongue slid against her, feeling each ridge and vein. The pain of her clenched fist pulling at your hair flowed through you as pleasure and the mumble of your name as she came into your mouth was music to your ears.
Hot spurts of cum shot into your throat, filling your mouth with her seed until there was nothing left to gulp down. You pulled away with heaving breaths and a drop of white at the corner of your lips that she couldn’t help but lustfully admire - the tongue that licked it away just urged on her desire to have you in every way possible.
“Lie down,” she spoke, clambering onto you as soon as you did as she commanded, pulling the clothes from your body as quickly as she could and eyeing each centimetre of supple skin.
She made a note to admire you sufficiently later but right now she needed to feel you around her, to taste your lips again with the remnants of her flavour on your tongue.
Her cock sank into you easily, pushing into your soaked cunt; the heat of you surrounded her and she could hardly contain her excitement. No matter how much she wished to savour the moment, she couldn’t help but begin a rough pace, fucking into you with primal abandon.
“So fuckin’ soaked,” she groaned against you, sinking her teeth into your jaw and biting down. She didn’t care where her teeth landed, where her sloppy kisses lay, her head was fuzzy and spinning in a fogged daze you'd enticed.
“God, Nat,” you moaned, stretched around the thickness of her shaft, aimlessly grabbing at her back with streaks of pink left behind. Her skin was hot beneath her shirt, growing sticky with sweat and her pace wasn’t letting up.
You clenched around her. She could feel it. She couldn’t get enough.
You practically cried out at the thumb that rubbed at your swollen clit, back arching at the pleasure.
“C’mon, baby,” she uttered against you, her breath was hot and laboured on your cheek. “C’mon, baby, cum for me - I wanna see you cum.”
Every move she made was sloppy, lacking the intent and precision she wanted to provide you with but you make her crazy just as she said. You’re some kind of drug that makes her mind act up in ways she never thought possible.
With the way she pumped her cock deep into your pussy and the way she circled your clit it took little to pull you over the edge. You came around her with a loud moan of ecstasy, clawing at her back with panting breaths. Your body shook with waves of pleasure as she pulled out and left you empty but you watched with your chest rising and falling as she stroked at her erect cock.
Natasha peered down at you as she came again, painting your torso with drops of her cum until she was milked of all she could give.
“Meet me in the shower?” she whispered against your lips. “I wanna taste this perfect pussy.”