Chapter 9 Jordy
JORDY
I’D GIVEN HIM a few days to sulk and brood over making out with me in the driveway, because I knew he’d need a little time to come to terms with everything.
Not only the fact that I’d caught him in an obvious lie and made him look like an idiot but I’d also completely contradicted everything he’d claimed to want.
I’d have been a little embarrassed if I was him, so it was only fair to give him some breathing room.
Plus, despite being the metaphorical winner of that exchange, I was still pretty annoyed with him.
Lie or not, him telling me to my face that I wasn’t his type and that he was flattered by my crush was irritating.
But I’d taken my time to pout and sulk and get over that part, too. Now it was time to take the next step in my attempt to knock some sense into my stupidly stubborn stepbrother, and make him understand that turning me away wasn’t going to work.
Today’s plan was the most intrusive of anything I’d done so far. I felt a little bad about invading his privacy, but if everything went well then he’d never know about it. And maybe I wouldn’t find anything interesting and it would be a waste of time anyway.
It was the middle of the day and everyone else in the house was gone working.
I was used to having stuff to do all the time, but everyone had advised me to take it easy over the summer before starting college so I didn’t feel tired and overwhelmed at school.
I’d watched a ton of TV already, scrolled through a billion apps, and re-read a bunch of the books on my bookshelf. I was sufficiently whelmed.
When my phone vibrated briefly on my nightstand, I rolled over from my comfy lounging position on my bed to grab it.
Opening up my texts, I saw I had a new one alongside all the notifications from group chats I was in.
I didn’t recognize the number and it wasn’t registered as a known contact.
It just said hi and nothing else. A scam or some nobody I wasn’t interested in talking to, anyway.
Ignoring it, I slipped out of the room, quietly padding over to Kieran’s bedroom door. It was closed, like always.
Creaking it open, I had a brief moment of hesitation before walking in. We didn’t generally hang out in each other’s bedrooms. Except when he was falling down drunk, apparently.
His room was mostly clean, with a few random articles of clothing here and there.
But nothing gross like cups with sticky drink hardening in the bottom or food wrappers.
There were a few posters up, showcasing obscure punk bands that I didn’t listen to and some moody art pieces.
And it smelled kind of masculine and pleasant.
I picked up the black hoodie he had hanging over the back of a chair, holding it to my face and breathing it in.
The warm and spicy scent that was uniquely Kieran flooded my nose, and tingles spread up my whole body.
Shrugging my arms into the sleeves, I hugged it tight around me.
Like all his clothes, it swallowed up my form and reminded me how much bigger he was.
His laptop was sitting on the dark bedspread. That’s what I’d really come in for. I glanced out of his window down into our driveway to be sure no one was spontaneously home early, before plunking down and prying it open.
An app for creating art was up on the screen, and I could see he was in the middle of designing a cool Japanese style frog holding a katana. Probably a tattoo someone had booked with him. Minimizing it, I navigated to his web browser and clicked to view his history.
It took a good little bit of scrolling to get to the good stuff, which I guess was a good thing. It meant he wasn’t a crazed porn addict or anything. But once the X-rated links started showing up on the list, I could feel a slow, smug smile carve itself across my face.
Bringing up video after video from his history list, it was instantly apparent that Kieran definitely had a type.
And that type was looking pretty damn familiar.
Most of the videos were solo, just male omegas jerking off or fucking themselves with toys.
But they all had a pretty similar look. They were all small and cute and blond, which was coincidentally also how I would have described myself.
The handful of videos that weren’t just omegas didn’t have anything too intimidating or freaky in them.
Just slim pretty boys moaning their brains out while getting absolutely railed by enthusiastic alphas.
I noticed one particular similarity in all of them, though.
In every single video that had an alpha in it, the omega ended up squirming and crying in ecstasy, impaled on a thick knot.
It was pretty rare for an alpha to be able to knot outside of two main circumstances. Either they were with an omega in heat, or they were with their fated mate. For porn, they had the alphas breathe in synthetic heat pheromones to solve that problem.
It wasn’t particularly eccentric that he liked watching omegas take knots. After all, like he’d so helpfully brought up the other night, that was part of his biology. His genes were programmed to want that, just like mine were programmed to want to take it.
Feeling a bit of heat rush up to my cheeks, I wondered if he ever thought about knotting me.
Dragging my eyes back to the screen, I noted how the omega’s pink hole twitched around the alpha’s pulsing cock.
Would Kieran’s be thick like that? Would I end up stretched out around him, quivering and spasming with my head thrown back onto the pillows moaning helplessly?
My breath started coming out a little heavier, and I realized how turned on I was, my cock poking out a tent in the front of my pajama shorts and my hole already becoming slick.
Pressing my palm down over myself, I let out a little moan.
It was awful, but I really, really wanted to jerk off in his bed, in his hoodie, breathing in his scent.
The memory of how he’d sounded outside my door, stroking his dick for me…
All those harsh breaths and soft groans.
I’d come faster than I’d planned, but it was so hot knowing he was watching me.
I’d wanted to sit up so badly, to let him know I knew he was there and tell him it was okay.
He didn’t have to want me in secret. He could come into my room, into my bed, and use my body however he liked.
The porn on his laptop kept playing, the omega face down on a bed with his ass propped up into the air, sobbing out his gratitude and pleasure as the alpha’s fat cock drove into him again and again.
I just knew Kieran could make me sound like that.
He’d know what to do to me, even if I wasn’t exactly sure.
Biting down into my lower lip, I slipped my hand down into my shorts.
At that exact moment, I heard the creak of someone coming up the stairs, and then another.
My heart stopped, then slammed up into my ribcage so hard I gasped.
Scrambling up from the bed, I glanced back out of the window above Kieran’s desk.
His truck was sitting in the driveway. He was home early, and I hadn’t heard him pull up.
I moved to the laptop to try and close out of everything, but it was too late. His tall frame appeared in the doorway, his face full of confusion. I swallowed hard, anxiety washing over me and quickening my breath.
“I-I was just…” I couldn’t finish, because my brain was stumbling over its own thoughts.
“What are you doing in my room, Jordy?” He asked. His tone was so stern and so accusatory that I cringed. “Are you watching porn on my laptop?” He asked in shock. I watched him watching the screen, and saw the exact moment when recognition clicked into his eyes.
Covering my face with my hands, I watched between my fingers as he sank down onto the bed, his eyes scouring the screen.
The window of his browser history was a neat little square in the corner, making it loud and clear exactly what I’d been doing.
He turned around to face me slowly, his eyes blazing with so much intense anger that I nearly squeaked and jumped back.
“You were looking at my porn history!?”
“I-I just wanted to know what you like!” I managed to force the words out before he sprang up from the bed in front of me, gripping my upper arms to hold me in place.
“You wanted to know what I like?” His face was so close to mine that I could feel his breath washing over my lips as he growled out the words.
I was more nervous than maybe I’d ever been in my life, but my body still reacted in the usual way to his proximity.
I’d already been hard and practically throbbing before he’d come in, and his anger hadn’t changed that.
If anything, being grabbed and thrown around was only making it worse.
When he finally glanced down to my body, staring at the outline of my dick through my shorts, he let out a light groan. “My whole room smells like slick now! Are you trying to torture me?”
“No!” I denied. His grip was like iron so I couldn’t even reach out to touch him. “I’m not trying to!”
“You drive me so fucking crazy, Jordy! I told you we’re not doing this!”
He’d never been so angry with me, I knew. But underneath the anger in his voice, there was this tormented desperation. I was sure he didn’t want me to hear that part, but it was what rang out in my ears the loudest. He didn’t want to want me, but he couldn’t help it.
Dragging his hands up from my arms, he circled his fingers around my throat. “Goddamn it, why can’t you just let this go!?” He demanded, squeezing just enough that the light pressure on my windpipe had me gasping in quick bursts.