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)
“Oh look! It’s about to start.” I leave the group of bewildered people behind and work my way to the front so I have a good visual on Ash. My reaction to her wanting Ash is…concerning. It feels different from when I’m protective of him with guys like Brenner. But then I figure it makes sense because we’re doing…whatever it is we’re doing. The Brenner stuff has been pre-hookups. Of course I wouldn’t want him to be with anyone else when my dick will be buried in his ass tonight.
“Thank you for coming to TaskFrat Challenge,” Jake, one of the frat presidents, greets us.
My gaze darts toward Ash, who is looking right at me. Goose bumps race down my arms when he smiles at me and palms his cock discreetly, just for me. Ash wants me hot for him all night, wants me here just for him, and damned if I don’t feel the same. That’s why I didn’t want that girl to think she could have him. I love having his attention focused on me, on how I can make him feel and how fucking hungry for him he can make me. It’s the best kind of rush.
Jake rambles on—dude never fucking stops talking—and I just watch Ash. Sneak my hand down my body and cup myself, give my cock a firm stroke on top of my joggers where anyone might see.
A random guy beside me bumps my arm. “Sorry, bro.”
“No worries,” I tell him, watching Ash. His gaze isn’t letting me go as I raise one hand to my pec, trying not to be too obvious when I rub my nipple with my thumb, then pluck the hard nub for him. All just for Ash. Is there anything I wouldn’t give him? Anything I don’t want to give him? I don’t think so. I’d fuck him right here in front of everyone if he wanted me to. The thought makes my balls tighten.
“Ready!” Jake shouts, and Ash is forced to pull his attention away from me, but he knows I’m watching him. Knows I’m hard for him and that later tonight I’ll let loose all my pent-up want on him, fuck him so hard that he forgets what it’s like to be with anyone else.
“Set…TaskFrat!”
There are three guys in line for the slip and slide, Ash at the end since he’ll move to the next obstacle. The first guy in each line runs, dives onto the tarp, and slides to the end where they grab the first glass of beer and chug it.
Lance is our first guy, and he’s in second place when he finishes his drink and slides back toward the line, but I have no doubt Ash will catch us up. Lance taps Payton, who goes next, sliding down, drinking, and racing back.
A fucking hurricane couldn’t uproot me, couldn’t pull my attention away from Ash as he slides, all fucking wet and hot, muscles and body so damn tight. I want to lick the water off him, lap it all up the way I do his cum, want to paint his body with both our loads and spend the day licking him clean.
Ash chugs his beer, then moves on to the next obstacle. He grabs the Hula-Hoop, and I swear if I were the whimpering type, I’d be whining at the sight of him shaking his hips as he walks down a path toward his teammates while keeping the Hula-Hoop going.
Ash can work his fucking hips. He’s going to work them with me tonight while I plow his tight little hole.
I palm myself again, can’t help it, don’t fucking care if anyone sees.
When he makes it through that challenge, an “Oh fuck,” slips out of my mouth when I notice what’s to come. Bro beside me looks at me and frowns, but then turns away again.
Mitchell, one of our other frat bros, is bent over a chair, a balloon pinned to his ass. Ash grabs his hips, starts thrusting against him—hard, powerful thrusts, just like I’m going to do to him tonight—trying to pop the balloon between them.
Is it wrong that I’m both turned on as hell but also want to rip Mitchell away from him and be the one bent over for Ash? I have to bite back a growl at anyone else getting to feel him like that.
Ash pops his balloon first. Mitchell collapses to the ground laughing, and Ash moves to the next obstacle. I get harder with each one he accomplishes, my need for him building higher and higher, just like he wanted. Just like I want too, because with each passing second, my body tingles for him more, the control I have over myself getting harder to maintain. What will it feel like to be inside him? To hear him beg for me to fuck him harder and faster and know that no one has ever given Ash what I can. It’s like I’m fucking invincible when I’m with him.