20. Mayson
Mayson
I think I’m going to admit myself into some sort of brain research facility. Because the way that I continue to get stupid around Colin should be studied. I feel like I blacked out and have ended up underneath him…once again.
I knew nothing would stop him from getting in here, but I wanted to at least try.
That’s why I pushed my dresser in front of the door since I can’t lock the stupid thing from the inside.
I also knew he would be on a rampage after practice since he would know we were behind the prank, and goading him about having a guest was the icing on the cake.
What I didn’t expect was to be in a position like this once again. Face down on my bed with Colin commanding me not to move. His hand on my back has prevented me from doing so, but he’s moving lower, and I don’t even want to move.
His fingers hook in my waistband, pulling my shorts down, and of course I’m still without underwear because he hasn’t given me any back. I’ve been finding random pieces of my clothes throughout the house, but still no fucking panties, and I know he doesn’t intend to give any of them back .
The cool air hits the skin on my bare ass as he pulls my shorts off, and then his warm hands are sliding up my thighs and onto my cheeks, kneading them roughly.
I wiggle, not sure if I’m wanting to get away, or trying to entice him to touch me even more.
“Fuck, babe, I don’t know why you think you can keep yourself away when you’re dripping for me.”
I can’t help myself from saying something I know will set him off. “It’s not for you, it’s from your whole team. Watching you guys like that fu—” I’m cut off when his mouth latches onto me, roughly licking completely from my clit to my ass.
I squeal and lurch forward as soon as I feel his tongue there. It’s surprising, and should feel wrong, but I’m fighting the urge to push back against his mouth even harder because it feels anything but wrong.
“You really just like to push me, don’t you?” he asks against my pussy. “I’m going to prove to you once again the only person that can make you come is your fucking stepbrother.”
I scoff, wanting to be disgusted with him, the situation, and the position we’re in. But his mouth is on me again, licking me completely and everything that isn’t a moan fades into the background.
He pulls back, his hands gripping my ass tightly, pulling the cheeks of my ass apart then I feel a foreign warm wetness fall onto my skin, and I gasp.
“Did you just fucking spit on me?” I gasp.
“Yeah, baby deer, better get used to it.” He groans and then his mouth is on me again, and this time he doesn’t let up.
I don’t even get a chance to complain about the nickname.
His tongue is everywhere, roughly eating me out from behind.
I should try to get away, but it feels too good to move anywhere that isn’t closer to him.
I bury my face in the bed, muffling my moans as he fucks me with his tongue. The vibration from his groans against me heightens my arousal to impossible levels. I want to fight against the pleasure so badly. I want to prove to him that he isn’t as great as he thinks he is.
But unfortunately for me, he is as good as he thinks he is and I hate that even more about him. He’s as good looking as he thinks he is, he’s as good at soccer as he thinks he is. And he’s as good at giving me pleasure as he thinks he is. But that’s probably the worst one.
Especially when his teeth sink into my thigh and I cry out at the pain. He’s pushing a finger into me and curling it to rub my inner walls and I’m so close to losing it as the orgasm is threatening to consume me.
“Tell me again, who else could make you feel like this?” he goads.
I shake my head, not wanting to say anything.
I just push myself harder against him instead, trying to chase the pleasure and not think about who it is that’s giving it to me.
I don’t have to see him, so I can pretend it’s not Colin that’s touching me and giving me these feelings.
Except he keeps talking, making it impossible.
Even if I try to picture anyone else, it’s his face, his body, his hands on me, his mouth. It’s always him.
“Admit it, Mayson.”
I moan louder into the bed as he works to pull every ounce of pleasure my body is capable of.
“Admit that you want me and I’ll let you come.”
I avoid saying anything, just trying to force the orgasm myself, struggling to breathe against the blankets but I don’t care, it only heightens my pleasure.
“Admit it or I stop,” he threatens, fucking me harder. His thumb presses against my asshole and I suck in a sharp breath. “Admit it. ”
I’m so close, I’m right there, I know I can get there before he pulls away. I know I can I just need another?—
He starts to pull away, and I gasp in protest, grabbing his arm. “Please, I want you, please.”
He chuckles softly while he thrusts two fingers into me. I cry at the sudden stretch. “Damn right you fucking do. Now come for me, show me how fucking pretty you are when you scream.”
And I do. Without hesitation, without holding back, I let go and let the pleasure consume me as I combust, knowing full well who it is I’m letting do this to me. Knowing full well there’s no going back because I just told him I want him. It can only get worse from here.
I’m catching my breath as I come down from the powerful release as he lazily pumps his fingers until I’m squirming again. “Colin,” I complain, trying to wiggle away from him, but not because I actually want to, but because I’m overstimulated.
“Fuck yeah, keep saying my name,” he groans right before removing his hand and then slapping it down on my ass. The sharp feeling is surprising and I cry out, quickly rolling over to glare at him.
He’s leaning over me almost immediately, his mouth less than an inch from mine and I’m completely frozen having him look at me with such intensity, his lips so close to touching mine I can practically taste it. The fact that I want to taste it is only adding to the insanity I’ve fallen victim to.
“You want me,” he states smugly. It’s not a question. We both know what I said. Even if I already want to take it back.
“You wanted me first,” I retort, feeling childish for the response but my brain isn’t able to come up with anything better right now.
He leans even closer, our lips brushing as he talks. “Yeah, I did. And I still hate you for it. ”
Then his mouth is on mine, and I’m unable to process what he just said because he’s kissing me.
His lips on mine, his tongue rubbing against mine as he kisses me like a punishment.
My teeth sink into his bottom lip, and he groans, pressing himself into me.
His hard cock rubs against me and suddenly I want him again.
I hate that I respond so easily to him. He’s still Colin. He’s still my stepbrother.
He guides my hand down to his length, his hand covers mine as he silently instructs me to squeeze him all while kissing me like I’m the air he needs to breathe.
I move my hand along him and he groans into my mouth.
I do it again because I like the thought of driving him insane too, but then he’s parting our mouths and I try to chase it.
“You’ll get my cock again, baby deer, but now it’s your turn to know what it’s been like for me.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I sit up, watching him get off my bed and back away toward my door.
“I waited to have you for years, and now knowing you want me it’s your turn to wait.”
My jaw drops. “That makes no sense. Now because I want you, you don’t want me?”
Colin chuckles. “Keep saying it, I fucking love how you sound admitting it.”
“You’re giving me whiplash.”
“Good. Get ready for Halloween, I want you in something with easy access.” He winks and I grimace.
“This is your only chance to have me. If you leave this ends,” I threaten weakly.
He laughs. Full on laughs because he obviously knows I’m bluffing, but I don’t understand this game he’s playing. Is it only fun for him if he’s chasing me? Fuck. That.
“No, babe, this is just getting started.”