Page 37 of Strike & Score
He pulls back, his hands gripping my ass tightly, pulling the cheeks of my ass apart then I feel a foreign warm wetness fall onto my skin, and I gasp.
“Did you just fucking spit on me?” I gasp.
“Yeah, baby deer, better get used to it.” He groans and then his mouth is on me again, and this time he doesn’t let up. I don’t even get a chance to complain about the nickname. His tongue is everywhere, roughly eating me out from behind. I should try to get away, but it feels too good to move anywhere that isn’t closer to him.
I bury my face in the bed, muffling my moansas he fucks me with his tongue. The vibration from his groans against me heightens my arousal to impossible levels. I want to fight against the pleasure so badly. I want to prove to him that he isn’t as great as he thinks he is.
But unfortunately for me, heisas good as he thinks he is and I hate that even more about him. He’s as good looking as he thinks he is, he’s as good at soccer as he thinks he is. And he’s as good at giving me pleasure as he thinks he is. But that’s probably the worst one.
Especially when his teeth sink into my thigh and I cry out at the pain. He’s pushing a finger into me and curling it to rub my inner walls and I’m so close to losing it as the orgasm is threatening to consume me.
“Tell me again, who else could make you feel like this?” he goads.
I shake my head, not wanting to say anything. I just push myself harder against him instead, trying to chase the pleasure and not think about who it is that’s giving it to me. I don’t have to see him, so I can pretend it’s not Colin that’s touching me and giving me these feelings. Except he keeps talking, making it impossible. Even if I try to picture anyone else, it’s his face, his body, his hands on me, his mouth. It’s always him.
“Admit it, Mayson.”
I moan louder into the bed as he works to pull every ounce of pleasure my body is capable of.
“Admit that you want me and I’ll let you come.”
I avoid saying anything, just trying to force the orgasm myself, struggling to breathe against the blankets but I don’t care, it only heightens my pleasure.
“Admit it or I stop,” he threatens, fucking me harder. His thumb presses against my asshole and I suck in a sharp breath. “Admit it.”
I’m so close, I’m right there, I know I can get there before he pulls away. I know I can I just need another?—
He starts to pull away, and I gasp in protest, grabbing his arm. “Please, I want you, please.”
He chuckles softly while he thrusts two fingers into me. I cry at the sudden stretch. “Damn right you fucking do. Now come for me, show me how fucking pretty you are when you scream.”
And I do. Without hesitation, without holding back, I let go and let the pleasure consume me as I combust, knowing full well who it is I’m letting do this to me. Knowing full well there’s no going back because I just told him I want him. It can only get worse from here.
I’m catching my breath as I come down from the powerful release as he lazily pumps his fingers until I’m squirming again. “Colin,” I complain, trying to wiggle away from him, but not because I actually want to, but because I’m overstimulated.
“Fuck yeah, keep saying my name,” he groans right before removing his hand and then slapping it down on my ass. The sharp feeling is surprising and I cry out, quickly rolling over to glare at him.
He’s leaning over me almost immediately, his mouth less than an inch from mine and I’m completely frozen having him look at me with such intensity, his lips so close to touching mine I can practically taste it. The fact that I want to taste it is only adding to the insanity I’ve fallen victim to.
“You want me,” he states smugly. It’s not a question. We both know what I said. Even if I already want to take it back.
“You wanted me first,” I retort, feeling childish for the response but my brain isn’t able to come up with anything better right now.
He leans even closer, our lips brushing as he talks. “Yeah, I did. And I still hate you for it.”
Then his mouth is on mine, and I’m unable to process what he just said because he’s kissing me. His lips on mine, his tongue rubbing against mine as he kisses me like a punishment. My teeth sink into his bottom lip, and he groans, pressing himself into me. His hard cock rubs against me and suddenly I want him again. I hate that I respond so easily to him. He’s still Colin. He’s still my stepbrother.
He guides my hand down to his length, his hand covers mine as he silently instructs me to squeeze him all while kissing me like I’m the air he needs to breathe. I move my hand along him and he groans into my mouth. I do it again because I like the thought of driving him insane too, but then he’s parting our mouths and I try to chase it.
“You’ll get my cock again, baby deer, but now it’s your turn to know what it’s been like for me.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I sit up, watching him get off my bed and back away toward my door.
“I waited to have you for years, and now knowing you want me it’s your turn to wait.”
My jaw drops. “That makes no sense. Now because I want you, you don’t want me?”
Colin chuckles. “Keep saying it, I fucking love how you sound admitting it.”
