30. Mayson
Mayson
Y ou know what’s worse than sitting at a Thanksgiving table with your weird dysfunctional non-family? Sitting at said table with said people and the guy your mom is trying to hook you up with. While next to your stepbrother who fucked you into oblivion earlier.
Add in the fact that I can still feel his cum dripping out of me.
Everything is such a mess.
Colin’s anger is palpable but no one else seems to notice. Maybe Garrett does because he’s sweating bullets and it doesn’t make a date with him any more appealing.
“Pass that to me, would ya, Gary?” Colin grunts and I watch Garrett look around, hesitating before he speaks up.
“Pass you wh-what?”
Colin glares instead of saying anything else, and I roll my eyes at the weird show of dominance going on right now.
“Colin, don’t be a dick,” Walter scolds before taking a hearty sip from his drink.
“How am I being a dick?” Colin’s gaze finds mine from across the table where I’m seated next to Garrett. I know it’s pissing him off even more that he can’t touch me right now.
But I’m sure he’s more than happy to know that I can still feel his cum leaking out of me. Just thinking about it again has me shifting in my seat and I know Colin notices. The smirk on that stupid face makes it obvious.
“Mayson, why don’t you tell Garrett about what you’re up to at school,” my mom encourages for some reason.
Oh, you mean what I do in between the time when I’m riding my stepbrothers dick in the house I was forced to move into with him?
“Yeah, Mayson,” Colin chimes in like he always does. “Why don’t you tell everyone what you’re up to at school.”
I wonder if he can read my mind because between his tone and the way he’s looking at me, it really feels like he’s in my head in more ways than one.
“Just playing a lot of soccer,” I mumble before shoveling a giant bite of food in my mouth to keep from saying anything else.
“That’s not all she does,” my mom tells Garrett and Nancy. “Mayson is extremely smart, she’s going to be a fantastic doctor.”
“Physical therapist,” I grumble with my mouth still stuffed full of food.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she snaps.
“Yeah, Mace, don’t talk with your mouth full.” Colin winks and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Anyway, yes. My daughter is going to be extremely successful. Smart and gorgeous. She’s perfect.” My mom is laying it on thick.
“You putting her in the show pen, next?” Colin snarks.
“Excuse me?” my mom gasps .
“Just saying, you’re selling her like she’s some prized animal up for auction.”
“Colin, that’s enough,” Walter snaps to his son who’s just sitting there proud of himself. And pissed off.
But what else is new.
“Want to list off all my accomplishments for everyone, then dad? How much do you think you could sell me off for?”
“Watch it,” Walter threatens, and it reminds me so much of his son, it’s almost scary.
“Anyway, you two will have such a great time.” My mom directs her attention back to Garrett while I watch Colin stab his fork aggressively into a thick piece of turkey.
I don’t say anything else, but I know one thing is for sure. I will not be having a good time with the guy sitting next to me. Not just because of Colin, but because my mom isn’t about to control my life like that.
I hate to admit Colin being right about something. But with the way she’s selling me to this man and his mom, she’s being pretty obvious. I will date whoever the fuck I want to. Colin aside, if I want to be with another man or woman I will. And there’s nothing any of them can do about it.
Somehow we manage to get through the extremely awkward dinner mostly unscathed. My mom tries, once again, to push Garrett and me together to talk, though I have nothing to say to him. I’m also pretty sure he’s too scared to say anything to me.
That night I’m lying in bed scrolling through my phone when a text pops up.
Blake
Are you alive?
Mayson
Somewhat. Colin is going to send me to an early grave.
Blake
I feel that. Especially when the British Bastard was driving me insane.
Mayson
Was Mads really that bad?
Blake
Yes. But I cured him.
Mayson
Guess I’m the only one hoping I’ll be left alone after all of this is over, huh?
Blake
Or get your happy ever after *wink emoji*
Mayson
Don’t get sappy on me, now.
Blake
No promises.
I chuckle, but I know there will be no happy ending for us. I also know Colin will never leave me alone, I’m stuck with the miserable asshole for the foreseeable future. That’s even truer when my bedroom door swings open, and said miserable asshole enters quickly, locking the door behind him.
I sit up, glaring at him as I fold my arms across my chest. “What do you want?”
“To leave. Get your shit.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m fucking sick of being here and watching your mom try to set you up with that limp dick. I want you back in my bed and I’m not waiting until the weekend is over to get it.”
I want to argue, but I also want out of here just as badly.
For the first time I think ever, I listen to him willingly. Packing up my stuff once again and sneaking out of the house to head back to the one I’ve been seeing as a prison. But really it seems like it’s a sanctuary compared to this one.
I don’t fight at all as we get into the car and drive back toward Seattle.
Even though the drive is short I end up dozing off. I’m currently jostled awake when Colin scoops me up out of the car. I squirm in his arms. “Put me down.”
“No.”
I don’t fight very hard as he carries me inside, not even bothering to turn on any lights.
I don’t even think he got our bags out of the car.
For a brief second I think he’s going to take me to my own room.
Of course he doesn’t, and instead is dropping me roughly on his mattress, making sure I’m awake.
“Wha—” I start to ask what his problem is, but he’s ripping off my sleep shorts, then climbs on the bed, between my legs laying on his stomach. He moves my legs to rest on his shoulders, my heels digging into his back and then his mouth is on me.
He’s running his tongue along my slit and I buck up against him.
“I couldn’t wait another fucking second to taste you,” he growls before sucking my clit into his mouth so hard I cry out.
My fingers sink into his hair, yanking the strands and holding him right where I want him to be.
His tongue flicks the sensitive bundle of nerves so rapidly I swear my vibrator could never compete with what he’s doing to me.
I pull his hair even harder when he shoves his tongue inside me and licks me so completely I think I may have an out of body experience .
“Fuck yeah,” he groans. “Cry for me as you come. I want to hear you.”
And I do, pulling at his hair even harder as I cry out, my orgasm taking over completely.
It feels like it goes on forever as he works me through it.
I hardly notice when he moves to hover over me until his mouth is on mine and I’m tasting myself on his lips.
I suck on his tongue, savoring the mixture of us.
I reach down to palm him through his shorts, but he takes my hand away and pins it next to my head. I let out a small whine, hooking my leg around his waist, and pulling him down onto me to silently demand what I want.
“Aw, you want to be fucked?” he mumbles against my lips.
I nod, trying to rub myself up against him.
He chuckles, rolling onto his back, and taking me with him. “Cute. Go to sleep.”
“What? No. You want me to ask you for it and then when I do you deny me? Are you actually mentally okay?”
He hums, settling deeper into bed, and keeping me close with a tight grip around me. “Probably not.”
I huff out a breath, but somehow end up drifting off to sleep.