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I bite my tongue to stop myself from spewing all the things I want to say to him, and spit out, “Fine.”
I can tell he’s riding the high of not just one victory today but now he thinks he just got another. I’ll let him believe that for now. Making him comfortable when I push back again will only be more satisfying.
I think I know exactly how I’m going to do it. As I walk back home I think about my plan, it’ll be when he least expects it which will make it even better.
Let the games begin, “brother.”
Chapter 11
Colin
Having Mayson at my game made me play so much harder. Of course that means nothing for the rest of my team, it annoyed the fuck out of me every time the other team scored, or we’d have a bad pass or anyone made a stupid play.
But it didn’t matter, not when I looked up to see Mayson in the stands, already looking at me. Even though I know she didn’t want to come, she loves the sport. And she likes watching me even though she’ll never admit that. Plus, we won in the end.
When I get back to the locker room after chasing her down, Doc is mid speech, and stops to yell at me. “Masters, the fuck did you go?”
“I’m back,” I answer instead and I know she isn’t happy with my response.
“I see that, but you don’t leave before post game. Keep testing me and I’ll bench your ass.”
I inwardly scoff, knowing she won’t but she can threaten me all she wants. Our coaches won’t punish us by benching us or cutting from the team because they want to win too badly. But they will punish us in other ways, and I know even our captain isn’t immune to it. Especially when it comes to the Rites, so I keep my mouth shut for now, not needing anything to get in the way of the plans I have for Mayson.
I already have her where I want her, and I don’t need anything fucking that up.
When I finally get home, the house is dark, and I’m on edge anticipating some sort of trap Mayson has for me. I wouldn’t put it past her to do something ridiculous like Saran wrap doorways or the toilet. Maybe next time she’ll put bleach in my shampoo.
That’s why I showered before I left this time.
Nothing is out of place as I step inside, and I examine my meal prep before heating it up to eat. I laugh to myself, thinking this might have been her plan all along. To make me paranoid and I won’t let her get to me like that.
But I can do the same thing. I’m sure she’s not sleeping, she’s probably in her room anticipating my next move, but there won’t be one. At least not tonight. She can enjoy her evening, and I’m sure it’ll be anything but peaceful.
I even lay out a couple more articles of clothing for her right outside her door, but still keep her panties. She can enjoy not getting those back while we are under the same roof.
She may think she’s winning the battle, but in the end, we both know it’s going to be me who wins the war.
The next morning, she’s gone when I wake up. I’m angry at first, but then I remember she has a morning class. I think about meeting her outside of it to catch her off guard, but I want to give her a bit of space. I want her to feel comfortable, maybe she’ll come to me. She can plan her own cute little revenge if she wants. I’ll give her that time.
I want to call her out for not thanking me for giving back more of her clothes, but I know that may be too much to ask for. Which is fine, she’ll pay for it later. I’ll just add it to my running list.
I head to my own class and sit through the boring lecture, hardly paying attention instead spending most of the class time scrolling through my phone. After the lecture’s over, I can’t leave quickly enough.
“Colin!” Someone calls my name, and I think about ignoring it, but then I catch sight of a familiar brunette walking in my direction. I don’t believe in any of that divine intervention shit, but right now I send up a silent thank you to the universe for presenting me with a solid opportunity.
I turn to the feminine voice that called my name, paste a flirty smile on my face and acknowledge her. “Hey.”
“You doing anything later?” she asks in a way that feels familiar like I should know who she is. Maybe we’ve hooked up before, or she’s talked to me at a party, but I have no idea who she is and couldn’t even guess her name if I tried.
“Depends,” I tease, leaning against a brick wall while making sure Mayson is still approaching. “What’re you thinking?”
The girl giggles, looking down at her feet like she’s suddenly nervous, but I’m watching Mayson and I see the second she sees me. I lean into this interaction, pretending to be interested.
“I don’t know, maybe I could come over again, and,” she traces her finger along my exposed forearm, “you know.”
So I guess I have hooked up with her before, great.
“Hey.” Mayson is now next to me, and I give her a lazy look. “You left your sweaty jockstrap in the bathroom this morning, you should really work on cleaning your balls better.”
I smirk. “I love how concerned you are with my balls, babe.”
Mayson turns to the girl who’s clearly sizing Mayson up with a grimace. “You may want to run far, far away from this one.”
“And who are you?” the girl asks.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just trying to look out for you, but if you want a plethora of STDs be my guest.”
I bark out a laugh, addressing Mayson, practically forgetting we have an audience. “Don’t worry about that, babe, I’m always careful.”
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 just roll 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 stupid magic show fundraiser.
“Hey, how’s it going with your sister?” 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 felt something and I didn’t like it. Of course I was petty, but because he’s the Colin 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 take the 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 eyes dropping 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.
Instead, he steps inside, and shuts the door behind him, his eyes not leaving me as he steps closer to my bed.
“Keep going.” His deep voice only adds to that fucking buzzing under my skin with those two simple words.
I shake my head, but he steps closer to the bed, and takes my phone from my hand, tossing it to the side. “I’ll give you something to look at instead.”
I go to retort, but he’s pulling his shirt off and my mouth goes dry at the sight of him, shirtless with only that thin chain around his neck. The toned muscles on his stomach remind me how he felt over me, holding me down. The weight of him as he licked the sweet whipped cream off my body.
When his hands drop down to his waistband and he pushes his shorts down I can’t help but watch, completely transfixed on the sight in front of me. I haven’t moved and I can’t bring myself to say anything.
“Keep going, babe. I need something to look at, too.”
He reaches into his boxers and lowers them enough to free his cock. As soon as he does, anything else I should say leaves my brain. Seeing his hand wrapped around his large length, pumping it while he stares at me, has the release that has been eluding me suddenly so close I feel like I could explode.
He leans forward, guiding my hand still clamped around the vibrator back between my thighs. I want to smack him away, but then he’s standing up straight again, fucking his fist. With the vibration back on my clit I’m about to lose it completely.
“What were you thinking about?” he asks roughly.
“Anything other than you,” I manage to say, but it turns into a moan.
“Yeah? Why’s that?” he grinds out, tugging at his dick in a way that looks painful.
“Because I can’t stand you.”
“How about right now? Still can’t stand me?”
I shake my head with the lie, all while my hips move trying to chase the sensation the vibrator is giving me.
“You’re going to come for me, though, aren’t you?” He continues to move his hand over his length, and I hate to admit that it’s hotter than the porn I attempted to watch.
The way his ab muscles tense, and veins bulge in his forearms with his movement has my mouth watering. I flood with desire for him, wanting to have his hands on me again, to feel what it would feel like if he was touching me instead of this toy. If it was his mouth on me.
Or even what that huge cock would feel like stretching me in a way I never have been before. It looks like it would hurt, but in the best way. I clench around nothing, my own vagina betraying me with the need to be filled by the man currently jacking himself in front of me.
His eyes are blazing as he watches me and it only heightens every single feeling I’m having in this moment. The elusive orgasm is coming at me full force and all I can think about is Colin and what I want him to do with me.
Normally, when he says anything to me I want to smack him in the face, but I’m so lost in my lust and need that when he speaks, I just want him to keep going. I want him to say more dirty things to me because each word brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me. Then you’re going to tell me where you want me to come. If I can paint those perky tits of yours, or maybe you want me to come on your pussy since it’s clearly so desperate for me.”
I want to argue, I really do, but I can’t. I’m unable to hold back any longer and my head falls back with the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Yeah, there she is,” I faintly hear Colin groan, but I’m so lost in the pleasure I’m feeling I also may be hearing things.
“Tell me where you want me to come, babe,” he grinds out, stepping even closer to me.
I’m struggling to find any words, let alone speak them right now.
“Tell me, or I’m going to choose for you,” he threatens, but for the first time it doesn’t actually seem like a threat.
Plus I don’t know where I would want him to do anything, when I go to open my mouth and say that he cuts me off. “Too late.”
He’s already coming and the warm sticky liquid coats my stomach and chest. The feeling of it catches me off guard, but what really throws me off is how much I don’t entirely hate it. I’m sure it’s my own post release euphoria that has me feeling that way, but still I don’t move out of the way either.
Even after he’s done, I swipe my finger through his release, examining it on my fingers.
“That was fun, let’s do it again.” He tucks himself back in his shorts while I have yet to move. “You can clean yourself up.”
My jaw drops, though I really shouldn’t be surprised.
And then he’s gone.
Chapter 13
Colin
I’m at the end of my rope with Mayson. I knew I would only be able to handle so much of her around before I would need more. It was the same when we were younger. At that point I was still in denial, and knew I would be leaving for college soon. That I could keep some distance, and not completely lose my mind.
Now it’s different.
Now we’re adults. There are no parents around and I feel her presence surrounding me constantly.
It’s only gotten worse the more I’ve allowed myself to touch her. I see how she looks at me, though her mouth says one thing her eyes say another. I know she’s close to breaking. She wants more and I want to give it to her.
But of course we have an away game not long after I got to see Mayson come while she watched me. We haven’t seen each other between classes, practice, and now me being away. When I come back everything is going to change.
“Masters,” O’Neil calls out while we’re on the bus headed to Portland for our game. “What’s the plan for Halloween?”
“I don’t know. I don’t give a fuck about your trick or treating plans,” I scoff, not even looking up from my phone. I’m too busy checking to make sure Mayson is where she’s supposed to be and not at some random house doing something she shouldn’t.
Especially since she supposedly has done more with someone that I don’t know about. And it’s the not knowing that kills me. I don’t know what she’s done and with who. It couldn’t have been in high school because none of the guys there would dare to have touched her. Not after the threats I made sure reached everyone with a dick.
It also couldn’t be here at Northgate because I’ve done the same, while also keeping an eye on her. So who the fuck could it be?
“I’m not talking about trick or treating you dick,” O’Neil snaps. I took up at him with the threat clear in my eyes. “You having people over?”
“If I am, then you’re not invited,” I tell him nonchalantly.
“Yeah, okay,” he replies sarcastically. I silently tell him to challenge me on that. I’m irritated enough not being home terrorizing my stepsister and he’s about to send me over the edge.
Speaking of terrorizing Mayson, I pull up a text because if I’m not going to be able to do anything in person for the next two days I will find another way to drive her crazy.
