Chapter 11

11

Ash

I manage to nab the keys from Colin so I can drive us back to the frat from Mom and Steve's place.

I'm slightly on edge, and of course, Colin knows this. "I'm sorry she took that call," he says.

"I should have told her I preferred she didn't. Just, sometimes I wish she'd choose me. Not need me to bring it up in therapy. Not need Steve to remind her. Or for me to ask."

"I hear that. She could have waited to return the call."

Fortunately, Colin's texts managed to keep me preoccupied throughout our get-together. And not just the texts, but feeling his eyes boring into me, seeing the way he had to shift in his seat or turn away from his dad so he wouldn't notice he was getting hard for me.

Wild to think how much we've been around each other—fucking seen each other naked—and he's never been like this before. Although, I've never thought about him like this before either. Never thought so much about his cock and how he comes.

I haven't pushed to do the live stream again, but I've been enjoying our text exchanges—the tease, the promise of what comes next. Maybe I'm nervous because the live stream stuff has me a little confused. And so does whatever's happening between Colin and me.

But there are a few things I'm not confused about.

I know he's hot.

I know I want him.

And I know he wants me.

Fuck everything else.

As I pull onto the interstate, I say, "So did you like how slick I was with nabbing your keys?"

"I was disappointed you weren't just trying to feel me up."

I laugh, though I can tell he's serious. "Well, I apologize for that and for spoiling your cover."

"Cover?" Colin asks.

"I figured out why you wanted to drive there so bad. Then you have your eyes on the road and the speedometer. Not getting all hot and sweaty over your stepbro."

Colin slides his hand down his thigh, and I glance over quickly, noticing the bulge in his jeans.

"Just to be clear," Colin says, "I thought it might be better if I didn't have a raging boner around our parents, but now that we're alone again, I don't give a fuck. "

"I know you don't." I reach over the console and take his girth in my hand, giving it a good squeeze. "Like a stone," I say, my chest swelling with pride. "I like knowing I'm the one doing this to you." I slide my hand under the waistband of his pants, tucking a little deeper to get under his briefs as I find his flesh…

Colin settles back into his seat as I massage it, feel it firm even more in my grip.

"Well, you definitely did that," Colin says. "But you're smart enough to know your hands should be at ten and two."

I burst into a laugh, pulling my hand back. As I sneak a glance at him, he sports a wicked smirk. I must admit, as hot as what we did was and the things we text about, I love that it's not just hot—it's fun.

I like seeing Colin's playful side when it's also a little naughty. Almost like he's been committing a Step Don't by not flirting with me sooner.

"It's nine and three now, not ten and two." I place both hands on the steering wheel. "As per the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration."

Colin snickers. "You're real proud of yourself for knowing that one, aren't you?"

"I am. And while I demonstrate safe driving, guess you're just gonna have to drink me in from over there. You don't have anything to distract you. You have to look at me all the way back to campus. Thinking about those things you texted me. How you want to watch me shoot again. How you want to taste me. How you want to do for me what those guys online do."

A low growl escapes his lips, sending a charge right through me. I don't know whom I'm torturing—me or Colin.

"Don't be cruel to me, Ash."

I can hear how bad he wants me in the way he says it. I know this guy nearly as well as I know myself. He's hungry for me, craving me.

I have to adjust in my seat because my cock is stiffening at an uncomfortable angle. I tug at it so it slides into the leg of my pants.

"But you like when I'm a little cruel." I sneak another look. There's that wicked smirk again. "I keep thinking about how you said you wanted to taste it." He's quiet, like he's waiting to see where I'm going with this. "I think you'd be good at it."

"Yeah? What makes you say that?"

"You remember when I was about to hook up with Chelsea?"

Chelsea was my first long-term girlfriend, and of course, I needed tips from my older bro.

"Yeah…" he drags out.

"You remember what you told me?"

"To take your time, explore and probe with your tongue and lips, listen to her body."

Fuck, my cock is painfully hard.

"Same idea," I say. "Only you know how to please your cock too. So you know what feels good."

He reaches over and rests his hand on my crotch, caressing the shaft with his index and middle finger. "I don't just know how to please my own cock," he says, which makes me gulp. "You think I didn't notice the way you twist your hand when you get to the head?"

God, was he really paying that much attention to me during the live stream?

My face is on fire.

"No fair. You've been taking notes."

"That's what I have to do to keep up. That said, yeah, I have a feeling I'd be pretty good at it too."

His words, his touch, it's all driving me wild, and I'm hardly thinking straight as I flip on the blinker and take the next exit.

"What are you doing?" Colin asks, though going by his suspicious expression, he already knows the answer.

"My stepbro's always been a man of his word," I say, pulling into the gas station at the main road. I find a spot on the far end.

Bright lights flood the busy station, cars packing the pumps and people coming and going from the convenience store. Why does having all these people around make this even more exciting?

I'm hardly even thinking as I unfasten my seat belt and crawl into the back seat.

"What the hell are you doing?" Colin asks again with a laugh.

As I settle on my ass in the seat, I see his eyes light up, his expression all eager and excited.

"You think I haven't seen that look right before you're about to make a go for the ball?" I ask. "You think I don't know exactly what you want?"

He's so fucking curious. Reminds me of all these unanswered questions, and how sometimes the best way to solve a problem is through guess and check.

"Get your big ass back here," I spit out.

"Do I have to crawl back there with my big ass, or can I get out and use the door?"

"Crawl," I say. "I wanna see how much you really want it."

Colin rolls his head back, laughing, but then his expression shifts, turns serious, a determined look in his eyes. I've seen that look before too. Like when he's running down the field, knows exactly what he needs to do and where he's going.

He crawls over the console. This isn't some messy, fumbling crawl. He's focused, got his sights set on one thing—me—and he's gonna get me, however he wants me.

Soon he's got one knee resting on the seat and a foot on the floorboard. Sometimes I forget how big he is, but I love the way he's towering over me.

As I toss my shirt off, he glances around, squinting. "You like it out here like this, don't you?"

"It's exciting," I confess. Because I don't feel like I have to hide anything from Colin—nothing about me or what I want. I'm not committing any more Step Don'ts anytime soon.

I haven't even set my shirt on the floorboard when I feel Colin's hand at my belt. He unfastens it and pulls it open. He's careful at first, but then he tugs down my fly and boxers, his gaze on my cock like he's been waiting to see it again since my live stream.

He licks his lips, as though thinking about what he suggested…how much he wants to taste it.

"Ready to show me how right I am?" I ask. "Show me how good you are?"

Colin's gaze locks on mine, and that wicked smirk returns before he leans down.

Then I feel the warmth of his tongue sliding under the head…

I roll my head back against the window, resting my hand on his head as his tongue explores, probes.

Is this really happening? Is my straight stepbrother going down on me?

No, not straight, but—oh, whatever the fuck, who gives a shit?

He follows those instructions he gave me years ago, taking his time. I scan around at the windows, watching as people come and go. No one's noticing us, of course. Everyone's busy with their lives. They aren't thinking that two stepbrothers might be going at it in a nearby car.

It makes me think of the live stream. That naughty feeling. That rush I get from it.

I love this sensation—like we could get caught. Someone might see Colin worshipping my cock.

He gives a tender kiss right under the head of my dick before pulling back.

"Fuck, you can't stop now."

"Oh, I thought we were fine with being cruel," Colin says with a wink, making me laugh. "One sec." He grabs the waistband of my pants and boxers and slides them down.

He leans back, expertly pulling my jeans down to my ankles. He throws off my shoes and socks, then removes my pants and underwear, discarding them on the floorboard so that I'm naked beneath him.

I'm not like this when I fuck around—I'm more the messy goofball, trying to make this all look less awkward. But Colin makes everything look so damn cool.

"Much better," he says as he glances me over, like he wants to soak up every inch of me. He takes a moment, really studying me before his gaze meets mine again. "You really are sexy," he says, making my cheeks hot again, like his words are wired to my sympathetic nervous system.

He reaches back, grabbing his shirt and tearing it off. He tosses it to the floorboard with my clothes, then dives back onto my cock. His tongue and mouth get right back to work, as though they remember exactly where they left off.

I feel my cock expanding before he whispers, "There it is. There you are."

I must be precoming. Fuck, how could I not be when he's going at me like this?

He grips the base of my shaft, angling me up before sliding his lips on either side. Taking the head in at first, he moves back and forth, and I'm shocked with how quickly he drives down, taking even more of me, like he's trying to prove a fucking point.

With his mouth and tongue working my nerves, I arch my back, reaching out and grabbing the driver's seat with one hand and the headrest on the back seat with the other, bracing myself as he goes at it.

"Fuckin' A, Colin. Oh fuck, I was so right about how good you'd be at this."

And he keeps showing me how right I was.

Hard for me to enjoy my victory as he grips my thighs and really goes at it. He's made my body so desperate. I rock my hips with his movements as I climb higher .

He releases one thigh and raises his hand to my chest, taking my nipple between his finger and thumb, toying gently, reminding me of these notes he took during the stream.

Oh fuck, it's my goddamn kryptonite.

I'm trembling from all the excitement he's worked up, my body jerking about as the pressure mounts. He releases my other thigh and pulls off my cock, kissing my abs. With one hand, he continues playing with my nipple, and with the other, he strokes my cock as he looks up at me. I can see some of my precum just under his lip before he licks it up. His gaze locks with mine, but he doesn't stop working me. "Still as good as you thought?"

That's not a fucking question; it's bragging. "Amazing," I admit because it's the truth. "Col, I don't know how much longer I'm gonna last."

He chuckles. "That's kind of the idea."

I laugh, but then my body takes control again, these surging sensations overtaking me.

Colin doesn't take his eyes off me. "I told you I can go wild for you." He speaks in that low, sexy fucking whisper, like his voice is working up my ears while his hands are working up my body. "Make it all about you and your pleasure, Ash. I love watching you like this. Where you're so turned on that you're just letting go and enjoying yourself. Seeing the way your adorable lips curl upward, the way you moan. I want you to know that I'm the only one who can give it to you like this. The only one who knows you so well, your every shift and noise, the only one who will ever be able to pleasure you like this because I'm the only one who'll ever know you this well." He doesn't break eye contact or stop building me up.

The heat swells in my chest and face, the pressure in my hips becoming unbearable.

"I'm right, aren't I?" he asks.

"Yes," I reply in a breath.

I can't deny that everything he says is the truth.

I keep imagining someone coming by and seeing him, totally absorbed in me, totally lost in how fucking high he's taking me.

"I'm about to come," I warn him.

He smirks with pride before leaning close to my chest. He stops playing with my nipple with his fingers and licks at it as he twists the head of my cock just like I like it—like he was fucking memorizing it when I jerked off for the live stream.

I call out, practically screaming from the explosion tearing through me, and I can hardly think straight as I feel myself releasing, the warmth coating my abs.

I'm trembling as Colin's lips release my nipple and he dives to my abs, burying his fucking face in my cum.

With how feral he is, diving into it, lapping it up, it's like he's not even thinking about what he's doing. Just going off this primal need to taste me. His tongue and mouth only existing to serve me.

I grab the back of his head, rubbing my thumb through his short hair. "Yes, get it all," I say. "Every fucking drop."

I glance around the parking lot, wishing we had a fucking audience to see what my stepbrother can do to me.