My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}-Chapter 174: House Of Balloons (BC)
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Adrien’s hands lingered on my face for a moment that felt electric, his thumbs gently tracing my cheekbones while those intense green eyes searched mine, making my knees feel weak. Then, without saying a word, he leaned in, closing the gap between us until his lips found mine in a kiss that lit a spark deep inside me, like wildfire racing across dry leaves.
The first touch was gentle, almost shy, a warm brush that seemed to ask for permission, even after everything we’d shared. But when I let out a sigh against him, the kiss shifted into something fierce and all-consuming. His mouth moved over mine with an urgency that took my breath away, deliberate at first, then desperate, as if he’d waited ages to kiss me like this.
Heat spread through me...my lips, my chest, low in my stomach and I felt myself melting into him, the world fading away to just the feel of his tongue against mine, the way our breaths mingled, hot and uneven. It was incredible, overwhelming, as if every nerve in my body had woken up all at once, craving this more than anything I’d ever felt before. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Without even thinking, my arms slipped around his broad shoulders, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his hoodie for support as the kiss deepened. He tasted like mint and something more mysterious, something that was uniquely him, and each movement of his lips sent waves of dizzying pleasure through me.
’This is wrong!’ my mind screamed even as I leaned in closer. ’This is so wrong!’
But another voice whispered back, softer and more desperate. ’It’s just a kiss. Just one kiss. It doesn’t have to mean everything.’
Yet a kiss could carry so much weight, it could mean too much and the guilt crashed in right behind the pleasure. I was cheating on Ethan, wasn’t I? I could still picture his gentle smile, the way he’d asked before kissing me goodbye just hours ago...
My feelings for him hadn’t faded; I still loved the safety he provided, the kindness that never asked for anything in return. And yet here I was, pressed against Adrien in the moonlight of my room, letting him take over my mouth as if I belonged to him.
Like I had always belonged to him.
I was betraying Mom, too...betraying the family we’d built, the trust she’d put in all of us.
’But she wouldn’t find out,’ a treacherous thought crossed my mind. ’No one would, as long as we played it safe.’
Everything would be fine as long as it didn’t escalate. Just kissing, just this.
The kiss became hungrier, more intense, and a low, involuntary moan escaped from Adrien, vibrating against my lips and sending a shiver through me. His hands moved from my face to my waist, gripping me tightly as he walked me back until my shoulders met the cold wall.
The contrast, the hard surface behind me and the heat of his body in front made my head spin, and when he pressed closer, molding himself against me, I couldn’t help the soft groan that slipped out.
Effortlessly, he lifted me higher, his hands sliding under my thighs, pinning me between the wall and his solid strength. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking at the small of his back, pulling him as close as possible, and the new angle deepened the kiss even more.
When his tongue swept into my mouth, bold and demanding, far rougher than Ethan’s gentle exploration. I moaned again, louder this time, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
Adrien kissed like it was the only way he knew how to express himself, with every stroke and nip pouring out years of suppressed feelings...regret, longing, raw need. It was intoxicating, nothing like the careful sweetness I’d known before, and my mind turned to mush, battling contradicting thoughts:
This is wrong, this is bad, we shouldn’t, we can’t... but at the same time, this feels incredible, like I’m finally alive in a way I never knew I could be.
Could I really handle this? Handle him? The intensity of it all, like he was consuming me without hesitation, as if he’d been craving this moment his entire life?
"Noah," he breathed against my lips when we pulled apart for a moment to catch our breath, his voice rough and ragged, foreheads touching as he struggled for oxygen. "God, Noah..."
I couldn’t find the words, only pulled him back to me, chasing the fire once more, guilt and excitement swirling within me as my body trembled in his arms, my heart racing toward something I wasn’t sure I could name.
Had someone told me four months ago that I’d find myself here...pinned against my bedroom wall, legs wrapped around Adrien’s waist, kissing him with a desperation that electrified my entire being, I would’ve laughed and suggested a psychological evaluation.
The thought would have been absurd, a nightmare or some poorly written fanfiction. Adrien was the guy who had turned my life into a careful dance of avoidance and pain; the last person I could imagine wanting like this.
But now, with his mouth hot and insistent on mine and my fingers tangled in the soft hair at the nape of his neck, it felt achingly real and completely surreal, like I’d slipped into an alternate version of my life where all the rules had vanished.
Finally, Adrien pulled away, both of us panting, foreheads pressed together for a moment as we caught our breath. He then tilted his head, trailing slow, deliberate kisses along my jaw and down the sensitive length of my neck.
Each kiss sent shivers racing across my skin, warm and electric, and when he reached the spot just below my ear, he paused, brushing his lips lightly as he whispered against me.
"You have no idea," he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire, "how irresistible you are. Every single day around you has felt like torture, pretending I didn’t want this, pretending I didn’t fucking want you."
His words sank deep, melting away my last bits of resistance. I tilted my head back against the wall without even realizing it, giving him better access, releasing a soft sigh as his mouth moved lower, tracing the line of my collarbone before returning to the spot where my neck met my shoulder.
"A–Adrien," I managed to say, my voice shaky and breathless, "don’t... don’t leave marks...please."
He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his green eyes dark with mischief and something deeper, making my stomach flutter. A low chuckle rumbled from him, vibrating against my skin.
"Too late for that, Hamster," he said, teasingly unapologetic, before his mouth was on me again, hot and deliberate, sucking gently at first and then harder, drawing my blood to the surface, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through me.
"A–asshole..."
I bit down on my lower lip to stifle a moan, my fingers tightening in his hair as I struggled to remain quiet. The house was way too big for sound to travel far, but our parents were still downstairs, laughing over wine and anniversary stories, completely unaware of what was unfolding above them.
That thought should have terrified me into stopping, but instead, it only heightened everything, the thrill of the forbidden, the reckless heat pooling low in my belly.
He didn’t stop, alternating between open-mouthed kisses and slow, deliberate pulls that I knew would leave faint purple marks by morning. Each one pulled another helpless sound from me, muffled against his shoulder as I buried my face in the soft fabric of his hoodie, breathing him in.
My body instinctively arched towards him, pressing closer and seeking more, even as my mind spun with frantic warnings: This is dangerous, this is too much, anyone could hear, anyone could walk in...
But those warnings felt distant, drowned out by the rush of blood in my ears and the way he groaned softly against my skin, like marking me was something he’d fantasized about for a long time.
"You’re shaking," he murmured between kisses, his lips grazing the newest spot he’d claimed, while his hand moved up my side, thumb soothingly stroking my ribs. "Tell me if it’s too much."
I couldn’t respond with words, just shook my head weakly and pulled him closer, my legs tightening around his waist as another quiet moan slipped out despite my efforts. Because it was overwhelming and yet exactly what I wanted at that moment, and with his mouth on my neck and his body holding me like I was priceless, I didn’t want him to stop.
