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My stepsister scoffs, shaking her head.
“Yeah, I don’t need some jealous ex trying to scare me away, thanks.” The girl rolls her eyes and Mayson chuckles.
“You have fun with that, then.”
I bite back a laugh as she walks away and the girl is undeterred, but I’m uninterested.
“So, what do you say?” she asks once Mayson has walked away.
“Another time,” I lie, standing up and shaking away her touch.
I hear her protest as I walk in the other direction, but that’s not my problem. My problem is already walking away from me and I can’t wait to see her at home. I just have to get through practice today. Then I don’t think I’ll allow her to hide from me.
As I’m getting changed for practice, our assistant coach gets our attention, but I’m only half paying attention.
“Don’t forget about the fundraiser. This year we’re doing a magic show and we want to draw a big crowd.”
Some of the other guys start mumbling about it but I justroll my eyes. The fundraisers are always stupid and this one is more than usual. I’m not doing shit for that, my dad donates enough money to this school that I don’t need to participate in some stupidmagic show fundraiser.
“Hey, how’s it going with yoursister?” my teammate Douglas asks.
“Why do you care?” I snap, already sick of everyone today,. Even more sick of the fact that I’m not back home with Mayson right now.
As my irritation grows so does my need to fuck with her. Or to just fuck her. I know I want to get her desperate for me, I want her to be begging at my feet for me to fuck her, but my patience is running out.
I can only wait so long, especially when I know she wants me, too. I think about earlier today when I was trying to make her jealous. She won’t admit it, but I think it worked. And maybe when I get home I’ll get the truth from her.
I think about that throughout practice, and it only solidifies my plan even more as I shower and head home.
Of course like everything with Mayson, any plan I have is derailed. Especially when I get home and hear her. I bust through her door, and when I find her with her hand between her thighs, the vibration of the toy mixed with her shriek of surprise, I know I don’t stand a chance anymore because if she doesn’t get on her knees and crawl to me it’s only a matter of time before I do.
Chapter 12
Mayson
Iknow Colin has class and practice today. Since our practice is over before his even starts the house will be mine alone for a little while. The peace is nice even though I feel like I have a constant electrical surge under my skin. It’s just buzzing around while my mind replays the scene of him talking to that girl earlier over and over.
I have no reason to be jealous or feel any type of way about it, and I know that. Yet, I feltsomethingand I didn’t like it. Of course I was petty, but because he’stheColin Masters it didn’t matter what I had to say.
But when I think about him, and everything that’s happened with him, that feeling under my skin moves down to the spot between my legs and stays there. I want it to go away, the sensation annoys me because I know who the reason for it is and what my mind wants me to do about it.
Looking toward my bed, I chew my bottom lip, but then decide fuck it. I’m alone and horny for no good reason, so I might as well give myself an orgasm to takethe edge off. Maybe it’ll help me fight the urge to jump Colin the next time he’s close to me.
I grab my vibrator from my nightstand as I lay on my bed. Pushing my pants down, I close my eyes and try to imagine someone other than Colin touching me. I turn the toy on, teasing myself with it while I picture a man—a hot man—running his hands and mouth all over me. I focus on the sensation of the fantasy while the vibration hits my sensitive clit.
As soon as the toy makes contact with my clit I gasp and suddenly, the man has a face, and it’s not who I want it to be. I immediately pull it back and groan in frustration. Then, I try again and this time I focus on the feeling more than what he looks like. The lips, both soft and aggressive, moving along my stomach, then lower between my legs. The toy feels so good especially when I imagine it being someone else down there making me feel this way.
I’m so close, but not close enough. The orgasm feels so out of reach, which is annoying considering how turned on I am. That, along with my mind trying to assign my fantasy man a face I give up using my imagination and resort to pulling up some porn. I just need something—anything to help me not think of Colin while I get my much needed release.
Even with the visual stimulation and the toy that’s never failed me before, I still just can’t get myself there. But I’m so close. The pleasure is just out of reach and I want to get there, which is why I refuse to give up. I focus purely on sensation, what it’d be like if it was me in the video I’ve got playing while the toy vibrates against my most sensitive nerve.
I let out a small moan, feeling the tingling of an orgasm slowly starting to creep in, it’s right there. I feel like I can actually reach it.
Then my door flies open. I let out a small scream, scrambling to hide what I’m doing as Colin stares at me, his eyesdropping down to the spot between my legs and a smile stretches across his face.
“Get out,” I command weakly.
He doesn’t, because he never listens to me.
