4. Colin
Colin
I know Mayson’s schedule probably better than I know my own. I need to make sure she’s where she’s supposed to be because if not then she could be somewhere or with someone she shouldn’t be. Am I overprotective? Not exactly. I just don’t want her having too much fun.
Especially not with someone she shouldn’t be.
Like fucking any of the guys around here.
It was the same thing when she was in high school. I made sure no one touched her. She’s still a virgin as far as I know, and she fucking better be. Now with her under my roof again, there’s no way that’s changing for her with anyone other than me.
It was always going to be me.
Doesn’t matter if people think it’s wrong, she’s mine to own in every single way, including her body. I’m going to be her one and only. Her pussy will only know my cock and that’s the way it should be.
But not yet. She’s going to crave it, crave me even more than she already does even though she won’t admit it. I’m going to drive her crazy first. It’s the Rites, after all, and she’s my target. I’ll push her to her breaking point and then I’ll take her all for myself.
I finish up with my workout and practice, getting home before her.
I know she takes her time after practice.
She’s always taken long showers, I can only imagine how thorough she is washing her long dark hair.
The way the water falls over her body, as she slides her hands through it, washing herself.
One day it’ll be my hands, grabbing that same skin and my tongue tracing the trail the water leaves over her.
Soon.
I also know she’s going to try and go home first, that’s when she’s going to see that I’ve taken the liberty to move all her stuff for her. I’m generous like that.
I’m sitting on my couch, feet kicked up and scrolling through my phone while I wait. Of course I have her location shared so I’m able to check in periodically, which is why I know exactly when she gets to her old home.
Now, it’s only a matter of time before she shows up here. I should’ve set up cameras in her room to see her reaction. Dammit, I should’ve thought that through a bit more. Next time.
My front door is thrown open so hard it hits the wall, and without looking I know it’s a pissed off brunette.
“Colin what the fuck?” Mayson screeches, and I’m unable to hide my self satisfied smirk.
“I told you, babe, you live here now.”
“Stop calling me that you asshole. What the fuck did you do?”
“You clearly aren’t safe, I talked to the RA of your dorm then nicely moved your shit out for you. You’re welcome.”
I paid for it to be moved, but semantics.
“Did you tell my mom? Or your dad? ”
“I let them know you’d be living here,” I grunt. Because no, I’m not about to tell them the details. Even if I was the one that slipped the drug into her drink, it wasn’t to hurt or take advantage of her. I want her fully aware when I do that. It was just to get the ball rolling.
She narrows her eyes and I meet her glare with my own.
Then something happens I didn’t expect. Her face softens, and she shrugs her shoulders. “Okay.”
Okay?
She walks past me toward the stairs and I just watch her go, waiting for her to retaliate. To scream at me, maybe try to hit me or something. All the things she’s normally done. But she doesn’t.
She just walks away. I don’t even hear the bedroom door slam. I’m frozen while I wait for a scream, a crash, some sort of retaliation, but there’s just…nothing.
I don’t like it. I want the reaction from her, that’s the fun of it all.
Though, she’s surprised me before. Just like the time I fucked her best friend when I knew she would be coming home.
She didn’t know I was back from break my freshman year while she was still in her senior year of high school.
I didn’t give a fuck about her friend, I just knew she’d tried to sit on my dick for years.
Mayson was at practice or a game or some shit and I made sure she’d come home to see her friend riding me.
She stood there completely frozen. I expected her to scream or react in some way, but she didn’t.
I looked directly into Mayson’s wide eyes while her friend screamed faker than a porn star, and I winked.
She took off into the house and I got rid of her friend as fast as possible. The next day I went to get dressed and realized my stepsister had cut a hole in every single one of my shorts. Right where my dick lays .
I couldn’t even be mad, I was just impressed.
Of course, she’s also a fighter and there’s been plenty of times she’s reacted instantly with screaming, and throwing fists at me.
I push off the couch because I’d rather not give her the opportunity to cut holes in more of my shit again. When I get upstairs I notice her door, which is right next to mine, is closed, and that mine is exactly how I left it.
I’m not sure if I should be relieved or worried. Turns out I’m neither. I’m excited, and hard as a rock thinking about her being so close to me again. Just like when we were younger. I couldn’t do anything about it then. Couldn’t have our parents finding out, but now they aren’t around.
No one is here to stop me from doing anything I want to her, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.
Entering my room, I don’t shut the door before laying on my bed.
I think about how close she is. I think about everything I have planned for her.
My cock throbs behind my shorts, so I push them down, wrapping my fist around my hard length.
I don’t muffle or hold back the groan I let out at the feeling of my hand tightening around myself.
I don’t even feel the need to pull my phone out to put on some porn, just knowing Mayson is close enough to hear me, that she could walk by any second and watch, is enough. I remove my hand for just a second to spit into my palm before gripping myself once again and moving my fist rapidly.
I think about it being Mayson’s pussy, her mouth or her ass. Fuck, I know any part of her will feel like heaven. And knowing my dick will be the first has me moving my hand even harder over myself. I’m not going to last long because I know exactly what I need and this is purely about release.
This is because I want her to hear me. I want her to want to come in here and clean up the cum I get all over my hand .
“Fuck, Mayson, you’re going to feel so fucking good,” I groan, imagining the way she would bend over on my bed, pushing her ass up for me, looking back with that evil little glint in her eye. The one that challenges me and makes me want to force her into submission for me.
“Yeah, you’re going to take it. I’m going to fill you so fucking full and watch my cum drip out of you,” I groan at the visual. I’m unable to hold back as my release barrels toward me, my balls draw up, and ropes of cum shoot out onto my stomach.
Looking down at the mess on my abs, I glance at the doorway, and there she is. Eyes wide, looking at me just like that day she saw me fucking her friend.
She doesn’t move, even when I stand up, tucking my softening dick away and walk toward her. Her eyes don’t leave mine. When I’m finally in front of her, looking down at her face, I taunt, “Either get down and clean me up, or go back to your room.”
That breaks her out of the trance she was in, scoffing and shaking her head, but she doesn’t move.
I step backwards, raising my eyebrow. She looks down at my stomach, then back up and when she goes to open her mouth, I don’t let her say whatever it is she’s about to because I’m shutting the door right in her face.
It’s not time yet. She’s not broken enough, but she will be.