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)
How could I not think about what that cock would be like inside me? How he’d feel?
Fuck, if that’s how we felt just messing around, I know it’d be good.
How did we go from chill stepbros to me wanting to use him like a fuck machine?
“Yes,” Colin says. There’s a high to knowing, once again, that I’m fucking right about him.
“Would you be as good to my ass as you are my cock?”
“You know I would,” Colin says, and I hear it as a promise. “You know I’ll be the best you ever fucking had.”
I lean close to his ear and whisper, “You’re damn right. You said you love making me feel good. Fuck, you know how good that would make me feel? Do you want to hear me begging you to fuck me harder? You have any idea what it’d do to me if I came while your thick cock was slamming against my prostate?”
“Oh fuck, Ash.”
A creak from a floorboard in the hall catches our attention, and I move like lightning, freeing his cock and rolling over on the bed.
Colin looks like he’s recovering from a tackle, eyes wandering like he doesn’t even know where he is, and I feel like I’ve just shaken out of a horny trance, this primal desire Colin’s unlocked in me.
Lance pops his head in. “Come the fuck on, Ash. We gotta get ready. We need to be out of here in ten minutes.”
There’s panic in Colin’s expression. “He needs, like, five,” Colin says, his words nearly a threat, the look in his eyes desperate, pleading.
I’m hard too, but there’s something exciting about the hunger in Colin’s eyes.
“Be right behind you,” I say as Lance heads off.
Colin doesn’t waste time. As soon as the coast is clear, he rolls on top of me. He straddles my leg, seizing my wrists, reminding me of when he used to pin me when we wrestled around, except this time, our hard cocks are pushing up against each other.
“What the hell?” he says. “You can’t just go after working me up like that. We can make it quick.”
“Come on, Col. It’ll make it more fun. Leaving you like this now so that when you’re watching me at TaskFrat, you’re jizzing yourself thinking about what you’re gonna do to me later.”
His gaze is wild, feral. “This is definitely cruel.”
I lean up and bite his chin gently, then whisper against his flesh, “And as we’ve established, you like when I’m cruel.”
As I pull away, the panicked expression twists into that familiar grin.
“I want you thinking about me, Col, about this. About what you want to do to me all night long. I want every fucking second of your mind to be occupied with all the dirty things you want to do to me. And how you’ll make up for me leaving you like this.”
He leans down, licks my cheek, then bites into it.
Like when he was eating up my cum, his movements seem beyond his control. A rush of desire overtakes me, swirls of sensation radiating through me, and I gasp.
“This is what I want,” I tell him. “You to be so fucking horny, you’re not even thinking when you fuck me.”
When the hell did I start saying things like this to my stepbrother?
He takes a few deep breaths, which slam into my skin, when the creak outside the door returns. Colin leans back just as Lance heads in.
“I knew I should have pulled you out the first time,” he says, unfazed by Colin having me pinned down, which really isn’t terribly suspicious for us. “Enough roughhousing. You gotta get your contacts in before we go. Come on, Ash.”
Colin crawls off me, and Lance takes my hand, practically dragging me off the bed.
“You can kick the crap out of your brother later,” he calls out, and I glance over my shoulder, enjoying that determined look in Colin’s eyes, which are right on my ass.
Damn right.
14
Colin
There’s a good chance I might end up at the hospital today for being too hard for too long. I might get down to half a chub, but then my mind goes straight back to what it felt like to have Ash on top of me…beneath me…all the dirty, sexy things he said to me. He’s fucking filthy and I love it, and the second I hear those words in my head, all the blood rushes to my groin again, making me uncomfortable in my joggers.
And it’s hot. It’s like he’s mentally edging me all night. That’s not something that would have ever entered my thoughts before we started doing this, but the rock-hard erection between my legs says I’m very much into this.
I adjust myself. Maybe I can sneak into my room and jerk it real quick, but no, Ash wants me needy for him, wants me hard and thinking about him all night, which sends a zing up my spine.