Chapter Two
Archie
I lie here for about ten seconds after the door clicks shut behind Colt, staring at the ceiling, chest still heaving, thighs sticky and gross.
My hole twitches and I feel another warm trickle of his come, and God knows what else, leak out of me.
The whole room smells and it’s disgusting…
and hot… and I hate how much I don’t hate it.
I mimic his deep, asshole voice under my breath, all mocking and bratty: “Behave. I mean it.”
I scoff loudly, sitting up fast. “Yeah, fuck that.”
I’m not laying here in this mess, like some obedient little toy waiting for Daddy to come back and pat my head, no way. I swing my legs off the bed and stand up, naked, come dripping down the inside of my thigh. The cool air hits my skin and makes me shiver.
“Fucking prick,” I mutter, reaching over to the corner and yanking my sheets and comforter off the bed in one angry pull; the wet spot is massive and obvious.
I ball everything up and shove it hard into my laundry basket, not even caring that some of it smears on my arms.
The mattress underneath is even worse, with a dark stain right in the middle. I grab the corners and try to flip it, grunting with the effort, muscles flexing from all the track workouts. It’s heavy as shit and awkward as hell when you’re buck-ass naked with jizz running down your legs.
I get it halfway, then let it drop with a frustrated growl. “Goddamn it. This is fucking nasty.”
My friends would lose their minds if they knew what just happened.
They think I’m the quiet guy who turns people down, who likes to have a laugh with his friends, who doesn’t believe he has time for romantic entanglements…
because I’m too focused on training and keeping my scholarship, the guy who runs the 400 like it’s nothing.
Not the virgin who just let his stepdad fuck him.
I need a shower; right now.
I storm out of my room, not even bothering to close the door all the way, and head straight for the bathroom down the hall. The house is still quiet; Mom’s alarm hasn’t gone off yet.
I slam the bathroom door shut behind me, crank the water up hot and step into the shower, letting it burn over my skin. Soaping up aggressively and scrubbing my thighs, my stomach, and between my cheeks where I’m still sore and leaking. Every touch makes me hiss and twitch.
“Fuck you, Colt.” I laugh bitterly to myself.
I’m still grumbling to myself when I hear movement in the hallway; my heart jumps.
…
I finish rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, fingers scrubbing through it roughly until the water runs clear.
I kill the shower, step out, and stand here dripping on the mat for a second.
I’m still pissed off, but at least I feel clean; mostly.
My ass keeps clenching randomly, like it’s still confused and trying to shrink back to normal after being stretched wide open.
It’s sore, tender, and weirdly full even after I washed.
I grab a clean towel from the cabinet and rub it over my face first, groaning into the soft fabric. This actually fucking happened. I’m annoyed at him, but I’m more annoyed at myself; I came hard.
Fuck’s sake… it had to be Colt, didn’t it?
I don’t even care about genders; I’m bi, I’ve just never bothered with any of it because track and school always came first. Would’ve been nice to lose my virginity to someone I actually had a connection with, instead of my stepdad fucking me at stupid o’clock in the morning.
I scrub the towel through my hair, roughing it up until most of the moisture is gone. Mom’s alarm still hasn’t gone off, so I crack the bathroom door and step into the hallway completely naked, towel in hand. I drag it lazily over my chest as I head toward my room.
Then a deep, dirty chuckle stops me cold.
My head snaps up… Colt’s leaning against the doorway of his and Mom’s room, arms loose at his sides.
His long hair is tucked behind his ears, the tattoos across his chest still gleaming with a light sheen of sweat.
His muscles twitch as his eyes drag slowly up and down my bare body like he owns every inch of it.
Shit. I fumble the towel and quickly wrap it around my waist, covering my crotch. Colt meets my eyes, crosses his thick arms over his chest, and raises one brow. The look says everything; I didn’t stay put like he ordered.
I clear my throat and try to act normal, but my heart is hammering. I have to walk right past him to get to my bedroom; so, I basically hug the opposite side of the hallway, trying to be subtle about it.
Of course it doesn’t work. His hand shoots out as soon as I’m close enough, and grabs my upper arm, pulling me in close with zero effort. His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers, “Chose not to behave then, huh?”
His voice sounds different like this, raspy and way too intimate. I never noticed how deep it gets until now.
I yank my arm out of his grip and whisper back sharply, eyes darting away from him. “Fuck that, Colt. I’m not laying there in that mess just because you said so. Get over it.”
The second the words leave my mouth I wince. Stupid, Archie.
Colt lets out another quiet, amused laugh.
Then, without warning, he steps in closer, one big hand sliding up to grip the back of my neck; firm, possessive, and controlling.
Strong enough that I feel completely held in place.
He doesn’t say anything at first; he just holds me, thumb pressing lightly into the side of my neck, forcing me to look up at him.
The casual dominance of it makes my knees feel weak.
My mouth goes dry; all the bratty comebacks I had dies in my throat.
He leans in until his forehead almost touches mine, voice barely a breath. “You can mouth off all you want, Archie… but we both know who’s in charge here. Don’t we?”
Colt’s grip on the back of my neck stays firm as he glances over his shoulder toward their bedroom door. He listens for a second, then gives a satisfied little hum when he hears mom still snoring lightly.
Before I can say anything, he starts walking me backwards down the hallway, steering me with that controlling hold, like I’m some disobedient puppy. My bare feet shuffle on the carpet, towel barely hanging on around my waist.
“You know,” he murmurs, “I’ve been the one driving your ass to college every morning for the last two years. Dropping you off on my way to the garage. Would be real easy for that to stop… wouldn’t it?”
My stomach flips and I whimper before I can stop myself; the sound is pathetic and small, and I hate how much I react to it.
Fuck… this is so hot. Why is this so fucking hot?
I’m supposed to be pissed off at him, not getting weak in the knees because my stepdad’s threatening to take away my ride like I’m a grounded teenager.
I mentally kick myself. Get it together, you pathetic idiot. You just got railed by your mom’s husband and now you’re creaming yourself over a little neck grab and a threat?
Colt stops right outside my bedroom door, still holding me in place. His thumb strokes slowly over the side of my neck, almost soothing, which somehow makes it worse.
“Ask nicely, Archie,” he says, eyes dark and amused. “Ask Daddy to let you back in your room. Use your manners and maybe I’ll be nice and help you change those sheets before your mom wakes up.”
I swallow hard, face burning. My voice comes out smaller than I want it to. “Can I… go back in my room?”
He raises an eyebrow, clearly not impressed.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, then try again, voice barely a whisper. “Please… let me go back in my room, Colt.”
He clicks his tongue, like he has all the time in the world. “Try again.”
I want to punch him. Instead, I mumble, “Please let me back in my room… Daddy.”
A satisfied smirk pulls at his mouth. He finally releases my neck and steps back just enough for me to slip into my room. I move quickly, but he follows right behind me, closing the door softly behind us with a quiet click.
The second we’re inside, the smell of what we did earlier hits me again. My ruined sheets are still crumpled, spilling out of the laundry basket, the mattress stained dark. I feel exposed all over again, standing here in nothing but a towel while Colt towers behind me.
I feel him watching my every single move, that heavy stare burning into my skin as I cross the room to my dresser. My hands are a little unsteady when I open the top drawer and pull out a pair of my usual tight black boxers.
Colt lets out a deep, low grumble from behind me. “Not those ones. Something looser.”
I glance over at him quickly, frowning, then look back down at the boxers in my hand. Why the hell can’t I wear these?
Colt must read the question all over my face because he answers anyway, voice thick and filthy. “The loose ones will be easier to rip off that tight little ass when I want it.”
I go bright red instantly, heat flooding my face and neck.
I look away fast, exhaling shakily. I’ve never seen this side of Colt before.
He’s always been the patient, thoughtful stepdad; the guy who’s firm when I fuck up or when Mom’s stressed, but never like this.
Dominant, possessive, and straight up dirty.
I wonder if he’s like this with her too…
the thought makes my stomach twist in a weird way.
I reach back into the drawer and dig out a pair of looser grey boxers I rarely wear.
Not too loose though, I’ve got track today and I don’t need my dick swinging around like a free show.
I drop the towel to the floor and step into them, then reach into the drawer below for my shorts.
The grey ones with the university logo on the leg.
I pull them on next, followed by the matching vest, tugging it over my head.
I feel a little less exposed now that I’m in my kit, but it doesn’t really help.
Colt walks over to the mattress without a word and flips it like it weighs nothing, muscles flexing under the light. He didn’t ask, didn’t need my help, just did it.
“Thanks,” I mumble, eyes still down.
I grab a fresh sheet from my closet and walk over to the bed, keeping my gaze locked on the mattress as I start tucking in the first corner.
A second later Colt mirrors me on the opposite side, working quietly, helping me make the bed.
I’m grateful he’s helping, it’s way faster with two people, but I’m also surprised.
I figured he’d make me do it alone since I didn’t stay put like he told me to.
We finish tucking in the last of the sheet in silence.
I’m just about to straighten up when Colt suddenly moves.
In one smooth motion he grabs me, spins me around, and throws me down onto the clean bed.
The mattress bounces under my back as I land with a surprised grunt.
Before I can even push myself up, he’s on top of me, heavy and overwhelming.
“Colt, what the fuck?”
He doesn’t answer with words. He just growls low in his chest and starts marking me like a dog claiming territory.
His mouth latches onto the inside of my thigh first, sucking hard, then biting down.
The sharp sting makes me jerk and gasp. He moves higher, licking a hot stripe over my hip before sinking his teeth into the skin just below my waistband.
Then my wrist; he grabs it, pins it above my head, and bites hard enough to leave a perfect bruise blooming under his teeth.
He shifts again, shoving my vest up, and drags his tongue over my chest until he finds my left nipple. He licks it slow and filthy, then sucks it into his mouth and bites, hard. I choke on a moan as a dark hickey immediately starts forming around it.
Every mark burns and every lick feels possessive. He’s not even trying to get either of us off, his cock isn’t even hard against me; this is purely about ownership. He’s groaning deep and satisfied against my skin, like he’s finally letting himself do what he wanted.
“Mine now,” he mutters roughly between bites, voice gravelly. “Doesn’t matter what you tell yourself when you’re out there running with your friends. This body knows who it belongs to.”
My face is burning with humiliation even as my cock throbs against fabric. I should hate this; I should be pushing him off. Instead, I’m lying here panting, covered in fresh bites and bruises, letting my stepdad mark me up like property.
Colt finally pulls back, breathing heavy, and looks down at his work with dark satisfaction; the blooming hickey on my nipple, the teeth marks on my thigh and wrist. He gives one last slow lick over the fresh bruise on my thigh like he’s sealing it.
Then he stands up, runs a hand through his hair, and looks almost… calm again.
“Get ready,” he says casually. “And don’t cover those up. I want you feeling them every time you move today.”