16. Colin
Colin
I f I didn’t leave Mayson’s room right away I was about to shut her smart mouth again by throwing her face down on the bed and not holding back this time.
I look down at the blood on my cock and part of me doesn’t want to wash it off.
I want the physical reminder that I’m her first, and her only. I want her to remember it too.
Part of me thought if I had her that this obsession I’ve had for years would go away and I could get back to normal. But it’s the opposite because now that I’ve felt her hot, tight little cunt squeeze me I want her even more. I want her every second of the day if it was possible.
I want to walk around with her consistently impaled on my dick. I want everyone to know she’s full of my cum, and always will be.
The temptation to go back into her room is overwhelming; I know if I don’t get further away from her I’m going to burst back in there. I toss on some clothes, and leave the house to go to the campus gym. It’s the middle of the night, but I don’t care.
I would’ve thought my body would be ready to crash after finally getting to have Mayson, but I’m more amped up than ever.
I blast my music as I drive the short distance, then keep it going in my headphones as I head inside and warm up with a jog.
It doesn’t take long for me to realize that’s not enough and I switch to the weights.
My music is so loud I can’t hear the clanking of weights together. Even as my muscles burn and ears are flooded with the heavy music, I can’t stop thinking about Mayson’s moans, how she looked naked underneath me, head thrown back, her swollen lips open as the breathy sounds left her.
How she was the hottest, tightest thing I’ve ever felt.
I drop the weight again on my last set, and cover my face with my hands while I try to get my shit together.
One of my earbuds is taken out of my ear, and I stand to punch whoever the fuck decided that was a good idea. My teammate, Walker, immediately hands the headphone back and keeps his hands up, backing away from me like he knows he’s two seconds away from getting decked in the jaw.
“The fuck is your problem, Bradford?” I snap, turning the music off so I can hear whatever stupid things he wants to tell me.
“Sorry Masters,” he stammers. “Just wanted to see if you’re good. I didn’t expect anyone else to be here this late.”
“I’m fucking fine.” I grab my rag from the bench and wipe my face. “Don’t ever do that shit again.”
“S-sorry.”
I storm out of the gym, not wanting to continue to be there if I’m not alone. Which means I’m going back home and I know if I see Mayson, I won’t be able to stay away from her.
The house is dark when I get back, there’s no sign of her even as I walk up to my room, not looking at her door for too long before I go through my room into my bathroom.
As I strip out of my sweaty clothes and step under the scalding spray of the shower I look down to see the water tinge with color as Mayson’s blood is washed away.
The sight of it going down the drain pisses me off.
So much so that when I get out of the shower, I head straight to the kitchen, unplugging and taking the coffee machine into my room.
The best part is that I can lock my door from the inside, unlike hers, so she’s going to hate me even more in the morning.
And I can’t wait for the fight that will ensue.
The next morning, I wake up from my alarm and glare at my screen seeing the time because Mayson should’ve left for class already and she didn’t come by banging down my door. Unless she overslept; the thought fills me with more pride than it should thinking it’s because of me and what we did.
I get out of bed, and check her room. seeing she’s not here. I pull out my phone, checking her location and see that she’s at class, but she didn’t even text me about the coffee machine.
Not taking a chance to lose her shit on me is not like the stepsister I know and enjoy pissing off. Which means I just need to push her a little bit more.
Changing quickly, I jog back downstairs and when I reach for my keys out of instinct I’m met with empty space where they should be in the decorative bowl the designer put next to the front door.
I look in and around it, but they aren’t there.
I open the drawer of the table it sits on to get my spare, and that’s gone too.
The laugh that bursts out of me has me shaking my head. The little snake took my keys. Too bad that won’t stop me from coming after her. Nothing has and nothing ever will .
I check the garage and see that my car is still there, so she really just took my keys. The thought only makes me laugh harder. I know what she’s doing, and campus isn’t far away so walking to the building she’s in won’t take me too long.
Once I get there, I end up leaning against the wall just outside of the lecture hall she’s in. It’s only a couple minutes before the door opens and people start filing out. Many of them look at me, but don’t say anything and I ignore them anyway.
As soon as I see the familiar head of dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, I grab her arm, pulling her away from the crowd.
“Wha—” Mayson tries to push me away, but ends up stumbling as I pull her around a corner. “Let go of me, you dick.”
I laugh maniacally again, but this time she can hear me.
I pull her in front of me, grabbing the back of her neck to hold her in place and force her to look up at me with her narrowed brown eyes.
The tiny green flecks in them seem to burn brighter when she’s angry like this, and it’s only one of my favorite things.
“Would you rather we do this in front of people then?” I raise an eyebrow, knowing full well I’ll do it if she decides to push me. I don’t give a fuck about confronting her with an audience. In fact, that may be even better anyway.
“Do what? Have you harass me?” she spits out, trying to get me to loosen my grip on her, but it’s not going to happen.
“Where’d you put my keys?” I question, knowingly.
She doesn’t even try to hide her smirk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No? Hm…” I pause, squeezing her neck even tighter. “Maybe I should fuck the information out of you.”
“You can get fucked , but it’s not going to be by me. ”
I laugh again. “Aw babe, you don’t fuck me. We both know how you like to be held down and forced to take it.”
“You’re disgusting.” She tries to get away from me again.
“Give me my keys.”
“I don’t have them.”
“Liar, give them to me.”
“I threw them in the dumpster before the garbage came by this morning. Maybe they’re still there, go check.”
“If you did, I won’t be the one searching through the fucking garbage.”
“I have to go to practice, so yes you will.”
“You think I’m going to let you go to practice?” I smile.
“You don’t have a choice. You don’t want to deal with the wrath of either of our coaches.”
“You underestimate me.” I challenge and I can tell how antsy she’s getting the longer we stay like this, my hand searing into her skin, holding her in place.
“Whatever. Doc is scary and everyone knows that,” she insists and I don’t deny Doc can be scary…for other people.
“She’s not to me,” I insist. “Just hand over my keys, and this doesn’t need to be a problem.”
Mayson scoffs, reaching into her bag slung over her shoulder, digging around before pulling something out and tossing it down the hallway. “Fetch doggy.”
I chuckle darkly, pulling her into me so our chests collide and she huffs out a breath.
“Keep testing me, sis , and I’ll make you get on your hands and knees following me around the house like my own personal pet.”
“Fuck you.”
I grip her hip to pull her into me so she can feel how hard I am for her, and she gasps before narrowing her eyes again.
“Yeah, babe. Fuck me. ”
I let go of her, walking away to swipe my keys off the floor and leave, but that’s when I see she only threw one of them, so I’m sure she has something planned with my spare. Which is fine, she can continue to think she’s one step ahead of me.
It’s all a part of the fun.