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)
We share a laugh before sneaking into the house, on a fucking mission.
People are dancing in the living room, but it’s not as busy as outside. And sure, we could run to either of our rooms for a quick fuck, but where’s the fun in that? It’s more exciting when there’s an even greater chance of us getting caught.
I’m like a horny Terminator, running diagnostics for the naughtiest place we could fuck, when an idea springs to mind. I don’t share it with Colin, just lead the way. He follows me through the living room, into the downstairs hallway. I guide him to the end, checking the door.
Bingo.
Alpha Theta Mu’s converting the space into a weight room, but since we don’t have it set up yet, it’s the perfect discreet corner to play around in during a party.
The light that creeps in from the hall reveals gym equipment the guys have packed inside—bench press, cable machine, rower, stationary bike, treadmill, dumbbells. Once we get it up, it’ll be pretty impressive.
“Nice use of our dues,” I say before Colin spins me toward the wall. Seizing my wrists, he pins me, my back against the wall. I surrender to him fully as he presses his cheek against mine, breathing me in, pushing that hard cock against my waist. We push together, and I swear, even under his pants, I can feel him getting even harder.
“Fuck,” I mutter, quivering as his body is tight against mine, his lips caressing my cheek.
Fire rushes from my face through my body as he licks across my skin, then kisses my neck. I roll my head back against the wall, my cock straining in my shorts.
He releases one of my wrists and reaches down, cupping my balls, gripping firmly as his tongue explores my flesh before he offers a soft bite.
“Colin,” I say in a breath, and he grabs the waistband of my shorts and yanks them down. He releases my other hand and turns me to face the wall.
My shorts fall to my ankles as he shoves up behind me, pressing his pelvis against my ass so I can feel his girth behind his pants.
“Look what this ass has been doing to my cock all fucking night long,” he says. “You proud of that?”
“Yes,” I confess.
“I bet you are, my little perv.”
I could get used to him calling me that.
Desire surges through me.
My skin prickles with sensation.
But there’s dread in my belly. “Please tell me you came prepared. I meant to grab a condom and lube, but Lance was in such a fucking hurry.”
When he doesn’t reply right away, a knot twists in my chest. Fuck no. I could just go upstairs, but I don’t want to wait another second to take my stepbrother’s cock.
Colin snickers. “Like I wouldn’t have come ready.”
I glance over my shoulder as he retrieves a condom and mini bottle of lube from his pockets, and I’m so fucking relieved. It’s like we’ve been wandering the desert for days and we just discovered water.
“Well, don’t leave me hanging,” I say.
“I should leave you hanging after you left me blue-balling like that, but you’re lucky all I want is to have my cock in you right now.”
As he readies himself, something catches my attention. I step out of my shorts and slip away from him.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
I turn back to him, snatching his cap off his head and putting it on mine backward. “Just trust your little bro.”
I walk over to the bench-press rack, which is placed near the wall, with the barbell bar locked in the safeties. Resting my hands on the bar, I push my ass back, glancing at Colin, who’s got the condom rolled on.
His gaze is fixated on my ass, his dick twitching upward.
“You make me feel like this is the first ass you’ve ever seen.”
“Maybe the best, but definitely not the first.” Colin winks before glancing to the open door, ensuring we’re still on our own before joining me at the rack. He pumps lube from the mini bottle, quick to offer some for my hole.
Always fucking thinking of me.
Always so damn selfless.
Always so damn Colin.
The care he takes makes it seem like he’s done this thousands of times before.
I enjoy the sensation of his fingers sliding around the rim, thinking about how much better it’ll be when it’s his cock.
When he’s got me nice and wet, he rubs lube over his condom.
The anticipation is fucking killing me. “Give it to me, Col. Every fucking inch.”
I grip the barbell bar, rock my hips back. I want to know what he’ll feel like inside me. How long it’ll take him to get it all the way in. How it’ll feel when my stepbro’s cock is wedged against my prostate.
He strips off his shirt, discarding it to the side and throwing the bottle of lube on top. Then he grabs my hip with one hand and my ass cheek with the other. He presses the head against my hole, pushing in.