8. Colin
Colin
K nowing Mayson is locked upstairs in her room probably fuming and planning my death has me in a better mood than usual.
The woman currently grinding herself against my lap has absolutely nothing to do with it, though she may think differently.
Especially because she’s currently trying to fuck me through our pants, even though my dick isn’t even hard.
The only person my dick is capable of getting hard for right now is my stepsister. The fact that she hates me only helps.
I swear my mind must be playing tricks on me since I can’t stop thinking about her because I swear I see her entering the house from the backyard.
Grabbing the hip of the girl on my lap, I hold her down so she stops moving and obscuring my vision. Of course she thinks I’m doing it for other reasons and lets out a loud unnecessary moan, throwing her head back against my shoulder, turning so her lips graze my ear. “Want to go somewhere alone?”
My eyes are fixated on the woman across the room who I know I’m not imagining when she turns to face some guy walking close behind her. I narrow my eyes, but she hasn’t even looked in my direction. Instead, she’s smiling to the asshole who now has his hand on her hip.
That small touch has me seeing red. Without a word, I toss whatever her name is off my lap, completely ignoring her shriek of frustration. I storm over to Mayson who’s dancing with the guy who’s wearing the most self-satisfied smirk and I’m about to drive my fist into his face.
Which is exactly what I do. It’s a cheap shot, but I don’t care.
Mayson gasps, pushing at my chest, “You fucking asshole, what’s wrong with you?”
“Get out,” I tell the guy currently holding his nose as blood pours from it. I didn’t hit him hard enough to knock him to the ground, mostly because I don’t need to cause more of a scene.
Though, everyone in here is watching, they won’t say shit to Doc because they know it would only be worse if they snitched.
“Get out,” I tell him again. I don’t yell, I keep my voice deathly low because if he chooses not to listen, it’s only going to get worse. For him, not me. He couldn’t touch me.
“Colin, fuck off.” Mayson pushes at my chest again, but I don’t even spare a look at her. I’m watching the guy scramble and rush out of my house.
Once he’s gone, I look down at the seething woman, who’s beyond pissed at me, and I feel the same because she’s not supposed to be down here.
I glare at her, and without a word, grab her arm and pull her upstairs.
The party hasn’t paused for even a second, people are watching, but no one does anything to intervene, even as I roughly drag Mayson back up to her room while she tries to fight me off and screams. No one is coming to help her. They wouldn’t dare get in my way .
She’s trying to pry my fingers off her bicep as I unlock the door that’s somehow still locked, and pull her into her room.
I spin her around, pinning her against the door, by gripping her throat.
Her hands shoot up to my wrist, digging her nails in as she glares at me.
I tighten my grip enough to have her mouth dropping open as she gasps for air.
“What did I tell you?”
She opens her mouth but I squeeze even harder, cutting off her air so all she can do is gasp.
“Doesn’t matter what I told you because you never fucking listen anyway.”
Even though she can’t take in a deep breath, her lip turns up in a small smirk, and I want to bite it away. I run my thumb up to pull her bottom lip down and she chases it with her teeth, barely nipping my skin.
I go back to squeezing her delicate little throat while she does her best to hide her gasps.
“Do you like driving me crazy?” I practically growl.
Her narrowed eyes are her only reply until I let up on my grip the smallest amount.
“I could say the same for you,” she rasps.
I lean forward, bringing our faces so close together our lips are just a breath away from each other. “I’m only getting started.”
I pull her mouth open with my thumb on her chin before bringing our mouths together, forcing my tongue past her lips while I seal my mouth over hers with a groan. She tries to fight me for just a second before letting her tongue tangle with mine as her hands fist my shirt.
It’s hardly a kiss, more like a battle, one that I’m going to win.
Because when it comes to her, I will win everything.
Every battle, both for her body and in her life, is mine to fucking win.
I tighten my grip around her throat again while deepening the kiss, and I feel the vibration of her moan against my palm.
I can’t help my smile against her mouth.
Especially when I take her bottom lip between my teeth and bite hard enough she yelps in surprise.
I let go, soothing the sting with my tongue.
I delve back into her mouth, licking and tasting every inch of her mouth I possibly can.
Since right now she’s actually letting me.
Though, I know that’s not going to last much longer.
I take full advantage, pressing myself completely against her so she can feel how hard I am. I know she does by the gasp she lets out. I tighten my grip around her throat, kissing her viciously before pulling back.
Mayson’s eyes are hazy as she looks up at me, but when it finally registers that I’m me, they harden and she clenches her jaw while trying to push me away.
I let go and allow her to push me away from her with a chuckle.
“What the fuck was that?” she screeches.
“A kiss, ever had one before?”
She’s across the room, but turns to face me with her hands on her hips and fire in her eyes. It only makes me want to grab her and pull her underneath me on her bed, so I can fuck her into next week. But not yet.
“Yes, I have. I’ve done a lot more than you think,” she sasses, and instantly my eyes narrow. I storm back over to her, crowding her against her desk, caging her in with my hands on either side of her hips.
“Tell me, what have you done?” I challenge.
She lifts her chin up, her brown eyes searing into me, burning with so much hatred and desire. It makes me want to take what’s left of her virginity right here on this desk.
“Wouldn’t you like to know. ”
“Yeah, actually I would,” I push, trailing my finger down her jaw, onto her neck, to her shoulder, moving lower. “Has some asshole touched you here?” I graze over her bra covered chest.
“Maybe,” she taunts.
A rumble sounds from the back of my throat, not liking her answer. But I continue, moving lower to her waistband and down to cup her over her shorts.
“And what about here?”
She smirks. I can see how she’s going to answer before she even opens that pouty little mouth of hers. “What if someone has?”
“Then you’re going to tell me who…” I grip her even tighter and she tenses. “And I’ll kill him.”
“You’re not as tough as you think you are.” She raises her chin up at me.
I hum, moving from cupping her pussy to her hand and guiding it to my erection. She gasps and tries to pull away, but I don’t let her, holding her hand tightly against me.
“Have you touched anyone like this?” The anger is obvious in my voice and with the way I’m gripping her hand to squeeze me. It makes me want to push her hand inside my pants to feel how tightly she would wrap around me. How she would pump and fuck me with her soft hand.
“I’ve done more than that.”
I grip her throat with my free hand again, tilting her head back, and pulling her bottom lip that’s swollen from my teeth down.
“Have you had another man’s cock in this bitchy little mouth?”
Her tongue peeks out and licks the tip of my thumb. It makes me tighten her hand around my cock even more. But she doesn’t answer me, and it only makes me want to force the answer from her.
“Mayson,” I threaten.
“Hm?”
“Have you sucked a cock before?”
“Doesn’t matter if I have because I’ll never suck yours.”
I lean closer to her face again. “You also believed you’d never kiss me, and now I know what your mouth tastes like.”
She squeezes my dick hard enough that I grunt. She leans closer to my face, mischief written all over hers. “Well, guess what? I have had another guys dick in my mouth. I have felt him in my hand and I have had his cum mark my skin. And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”
She knows exactly what she’s doing, whether she’s lying or not it doesn’t matter.
I grab her, tossing her onto the bed and straddle her hips, pinning her hands by the side of her head.
She tries to buck me off, but I press my weight down on her, wishing more than anything we didn’t have these clothes in the way because I would be inside her right now.
“I’ll find out who it was, and I’ll make him watch me take your virginity before gouging his eyes out of his fucking head.”
Mayson smirks mischievously. “You never asked about that, because who says I’m even still a virgin?”
I lean down. “Me. Because I know for a fucking fact you are, and it’ll be proven when my cock has your blood on it.”
I rise up off her body, my own protesting the distance I’m putting between us.
Even more so as I walk out the door making sure to lock it behind me.
I need to force myself to keep walking away.
When I get downstairs, I’m bombarded by some girl hanging on me as my teammates give me shit.
But all I can think about is the woman I just left upstairs.