Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I burst into a laugh, pulling my hand back. As I sneak a glance at him, he sports a wicked smirk. I must admit, as hot as what we did was and the things we text about, I love that it’s not just hot—it’s fun.
I like seeing Colin’s playful side when it’s also a little naughty. Almost like he’s been committing a Step Don’t by not flirting with me sooner.
“It’s nine and three now, not ten and two.” I place both hands on the steering wheel. “As per the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration.”
Colin snickers. “You’re real proud of yourself for knowing that one, aren’t you?”
“I am. And while I demonstrate safe driving, guess you’re just gonna have to drink me in from over there. You don’t have anything to distract you. You have to look at me all the way back to campus. Thinking about those things you texted me. How you want to watch me shoot again. How you want to taste me. How you want to do for me what those guys online do.”
A low growl escapes his lips, sending a charge right through me. I don’t know whom I’m torturing—me or Colin.
“Don’t be cruel to me, Ash.”
I can hear how bad he wants me in the way he says it. I know this guy nearly as well as I know myself. He’s hungry for me, craving me.
I have to adjust in my seat because my cock is stiffening at an uncomfortable angle. I tug at it so it slides into the leg of my pants.
“But you like when I’m a little cruel.” I sneak another look. There’s that wicked smirk again. “I keep thinking about how you said you wanted to taste it.” He’s quiet, like he’s waiting to see where I’m going with this. “I think you’d be good at it.”
“Yeah? What makes you say that?”
“You remember when I was about to hook up with Chelsea?”
Chelsea was my first long-term girlfriend, and of course, I needed tips from my older bro.
“Yeah…” he drags out.
“You remember what you told me?”
“To take your time, explore and probe with your tongue and lips, listen to her body.”
Fuck, my cock is painfully hard.
“Same idea,” I say. “Only you know how to please your cock too. So you know what feels good.”
He reaches over and rests his hand on my crotch, caressing the shaft with his index and middle finger. “I don’t just know how to please my own cock,” he says, which makes me gulp. “You think I didn’t notice the way you twist your hand when you get to the head?”
God, was he really paying that much attention to me during the live stream?
My face is on fire.
“No fair. You’ve been taking notes.”
“That’s what I have to do to keep up. That said, yeah, I have a feeling I’d be pretty good at it too.”
His words, his touch, it’s all driving me wild, and I’m hardly thinking straight as I flip on the blinker and take the next exit.
“What are you doing?” Colin asks, though going by his suspicious expression, he already knows the answer.
“My stepbro’s always been a man of his word,” I say, pulling into the gas station at the main road. I find a spot on the far end.
Bright lights flood the busy station, cars packing the pumps and people coming and going from the convenience store. Why does having all these people around make this even more exciting?
I’m hardly even thinking as I unfasten my seat belt and crawl into the back seat.
“What the hell are you doing?” Colin asks again with a laugh.
As I settle on my ass in the seat, I see his eyes light up, his expression all eager and excited.
“You think I haven’t seen that look right before you’re about to make a go for the ball?” I ask. “You think I don’t know exactly what you want?”
He’s so fucking curious. Reminds me of all these unanswered questions, and how sometimes the best way to solve a problem is through guess and check.
“Get your big ass back here,” I spit out.
“Do I have to crawl back there with my big ass, or can I get out and use the door?”
“Crawl,” I say. “I wanna see how much you really want it.”
Colin rolls his head back, laughing, but then his expression shifts, turns serious, a determined look in his eyes. I’ve seen that look before too. Like when he’s running down the field, knows exactly what he needs to do and where he’s going.
He crawls over the console. This isn’t some messy, fumbling crawl. He’s focused, got his sights set on one thing—me—and he’s gonna get me, however he wants me.
Soon he’s got one knee resting on the seat and a foot on the floorboard. Sometimes I forget how big he is, but I love the way he’s towering over me.