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)
“Stop that,” I tell him as he pounces around on my bed. “Daddy is busy.”
Frat Cat jumps onto my chest and nuzzles my face, and okay, I can’t be annoyed with him anymore.
“Why are you so cute? I can’t stay mad at you. Hey, maybe that’s why I can’t stay mad at Ash either.”
I lie there with Frat Cat, giving him some love. I had school earlier, then did a couple of hours’ shift at the law firm. Homework is next on my list, but instead I’m thinking about Ash.
About fucking him.
About the high we felt with the door open.
About the way he nearly shot to the moon when Dax came in and started watching.
I mean, I did too. I wouldn’t have thought of doing any of these things before, but they’re an incredible rush. I like someone’s eyes on me or knowing they could interrupt at any second, but more than that, I love what it does to Ash. Love being the one to give him pleasure and allowing him to explore this hidden desire of his. Seeing the bliss wash across his face and knowing it’s happening because of what I’m giving him in more ways than just physically. I’ve fucked a lot of people, but none made me feel like I was skyrocketed to a whole new universe, simply because of how turned on they got about the situation.
As great as it is, part of me feels it’s not enough. I want more, want to give him more, want to make every one of Ash’s fantasies come true, even ones he doesn’t know about…aaaaaaand, there goes my dick again.
I set Frat Cat beside me and roll to my belly, grabbing my laptop. I have no idea what I’m going to search: How to turn your stepbrother on even more? How to bang your stepbro’s brains out?
I settle on exhibitionism, which gives me all the shit I already know, but it’s interesting reading about other people who get off on it and why. Not that you need a reason for any kink, but it looks like my little perv’s hobby isn’t quite as rare as I thought.
I google exhibitionism in Peachtree Springs.
Random links pop up, most of which don’t help me at all, and I’m about to close my search when I see PeachFlex.
Frat Cat chews on my T-shirt while I click. It’s a local bathhouse, and honestly, I didn’t even know we had bathhouses around here. I would have assumed they would be reserved for the lucky people in cities like Atlanta, but apparently, our college town is pretty fucking sex positive.
My eyes scan the pages—viewing rooms, steam rooms, hot tubs, and room rentals, which I assume is standard shit, but what the fuck do I know about this? It’s not something I ever imagined myself doing, but I can’t deny the way my boxer briefs feel tighter, the way my cock grows, heat flushing my prickling skin.
I think about the feel of Dax’s eyes on us, of Ash’s legs wrapped around me, eyes glazed over with lust when I told him how much it was all about him, how obsessed I am with his pleasure. And that was just with Dax in the room with us. What would it feel like to take him in front of a room full of people? For them to see what’s mine? For Ash to make them all so fucking wild with need as they crave the hole that’s wrapped around my cock? Or hell, I’d give him my ass too if that’s what he wants. They can all be jealous of his beautiful dick pounding me.
A moan slips out just as the door opens. Frat Cat jumps off the bed and runs toward Ash, who cocks a brow when he sees the screen.
“Are you doing naughty things without me?” He picks up Frat Cat and closes the door. I know it’s silly, but I love seeing him with our kitten, love that Ash only took him in because he knows how happy it makes me. That’s what we do for each other.
“I’m planning naughty things I want to do with you. Come here.”
He sits on the edge of the bed.
“I can’t stop thinking about how hot the other night was…showing you off, making sure you know how much every-fucking-one wants you.”
“Jesus, Col.” He presses down on his bulge.
“It’s true. I love the feel of touching you, of fucking you while everyone else admires you and wishes they were me.” Because there’s no doubt in my mind that’s exactly what Dax was doing. He wanted to be inside Ash. And what that does for Ash…it gets me off more than anything else. His reaction, the way it stimulates him, makes me fucking feral.
“I feel like I might have corrupted you,” Ash teases.