Chapter 15

15

Ash

I 'm a fucking sadist.

It's not my intention to torture Colin, but now that the party's really going, I can see how much it's killing him not to slip away with me and give me the pounding I need. I'm surprised I managed through the challenge with just a semi, considering I was basking in his attention, knowing his gaze was fixed on me.

Everyone's drinking and dancing in Alpha Theta Mu's yard. We're surrounded by our crew, but Colin barely gives me an inch. He's got that determined look in his eyes, like any minute he might scoop me up and carry me off to fuck me in the bushes.

I can't blame him—the only thing I'm using my brain for right now is to run through scenarios.

But there are too many people packing the yard for us to slip away into a corner even for a few quick gropes.

A few Sigma Alphas I competed with swing by for a chat, when one of the guys says, "This is Dax. He's my brother. Visiting from out of town."

I recognize the guy from back at the challenge; he nearly overheard Colin talking dirty to me, about how he wanted to fuck me with everyone watching. Dax brushed it off, but the way he's eyeing me, a big grin across his face, I can't help wondering if he heard more than he should have.

"That was wild," Dax says, shaking my hand. "Great work. Impressive. So you're with…" He checks my temporary tattoo. "Alpha Theta Mu?"

"Yeah."

He shakes hands with Colin too, and Colin's friendly, trying to make conversation, but I can tell he's as distracted as I am.

"Are you guys a couple?" Dax glances between us.

So yes, he must've heard us.

"Oh my God," Marty's voice comes from nearby. "What the fuck? They're stepbrothers, for Christ's sake."

Dax's forehead creases. "That didn't really answer my question, but okay, sure."

Colin and I exchange a knowing look, unable to keep from grinning.

We dance for a few songs, the gang getting a bit wild and doing Jell-O shots.

Colin still can't take his eyes off me.

Or keep down that raging hard-on he's sporting.

I don't know how much longer I can keep this up either, as I'm salivating over it.

I dance over to him. "Maybe we should go inside and see if there's someplace we can creep into?"

"Best idea you've had all night." Colin moves close so that his lips are near my ear and whispers, "Unless you want me to fuck you right here in the middle of a crowd."

I chuckle. "Doesn't seem like such a horrible idea."

We share a laugh before sneaking into the house, on a fucking mission.

People are dancing in the living room, but it's not as busy as outside. And sure, we could run to either of our rooms for a quick fuck, but where's the fun in that? It's more exciting when there's an even greater chance of us getting caught.

I'm like a horny Terminator, running diagnostics for the naughtiest place we could fuck, when an idea springs to mind. I don't share it with Colin, just lead the way. He follows me through the living room, into the downstairs hallway. I guide him to the end, checking the door.

Bingo.

Alpha Theta Mu's converting the space into a weight room, but since we don't have it set up yet, it's the perfect discreet corner to play around in during a party.

The light that creeps in from the hall reveals gym equipment the guys have packed inside—bench press, cable machine, rower, stationary bike, treadmill, dumbbells. Once we get it up, it'll be pretty impressive.

"Nice use of our dues," I say before Colin spins me toward the wall. Seizing my wrists, he pins me, my back against the wall. I surrender to him fully as he presses his cheek against mine, breathing me in, pushing that hard cock against my waist. We push together, and I swear, even under his pants, I can feel him getting even harder.

"Fuck," I mutter, quivering as his body is tight against mine, his lips caressing my cheek.

Fire rushes from my face through my body as he licks across my skin, then kisses my neck. I roll my head back against the wall, my cock straining in my shorts.

He releases one of my wrists and reaches down, cupping my balls, gripping firmly as his tongue explores my flesh before he offers a soft bite.

"Colin," I say in a breath, and he grabs the waistband of my shorts and yanks them down. He releases my other hand and turns me to face the wall.

My shorts fall to my ankles as he shoves up behind me, pressing his pelvis against my ass so I can feel his girth behind his pants.

"Look what this ass has been doing to my cock all fucking night long," he says. "You proud of that?"

"Yes," I confess.

"I bet you are, my little perv."

I could get used to him calling me that .

Desire surges through me.

My skin prickles with sensation.

But there's dread in my belly. "Please tell me you came prepared. I meant to grab a condom and lube, but Lance was in such a fucking hurry."

When he doesn't reply right away, a knot twists in my chest. Fuck no. I could just go upstairs, but I don't want to wait another second to take my stepbrother's cock.

Colin snickers. "Like I wouldn't have come ready."

I glance over my shoulder as he retrieves a condom and mini bottle of lube from his pockets, and I'm so fucking relieved. It's like we've been wandering the desert for days and we just discovered water.

"Well, don't leave me hanging," I say.

"I should leave you hanging after you left me blue-balling like that, but you're lucky all I want is to have my cock in you right now."

As he readies himself, something catches my attention. I step out of my shorts and slip away from him.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

I turn back to him, snatching his cap off his head and putting it on mine backward. "Just trust your little bro."

I walk over to the bench-press rack, which is placed near the wall, with the barbell bar locked in the safeties. Resting my hands on the bar, I push my ass back, glancing at Colin, who's got the condom rolled on .

His gaze is fixated on my ass, his dick twitching upward.

"You make me feel like this is the first ass you've ever seen."

"Maybe the best, but definitely not the first." Colin winks before glancing to the open door, ensuring we're still on our own before joining me at the rack. He pumps lube from the mini bottle, quick to offer some for my hole.

Always fucking thinking of me.

Always so damn selfless.

Always so damn Colin.

The care he takes makes it seem like he's done this thousands of times before.

I enjoy the sensation of his fingers sliding around the rim, thinking about how much better it'll be when it's his cock.

When he's got me nice and wet, he rubs lube over his condom.

The anticipation is fucking killing me. "Give it to me, Col. Every fucking inch."

I grip the barbell bar, rock my hips back. I want to know what he'll feel like inside me. How long it'll take him to get it all the way in. How it'll feel when my stepbro's cock is wedged against my prostate.

He strips off his shirt, discarding it to the side and throwing the bottle of lube on top. Then he grabs my hip with one hand and my ass cheek with the other. He presses the head against my hole, pushing in.

Fuck, he's so hard.

But he's slow and cautious, taking his time to make sure my body's ready for every inch.

He's only getting started when he whispers, "Oh, yeah, even better than I imagined."

"Ditto," I confess, glancing over my shoulder. He wears a cocky smirk, like he knows what his cock is gonna do to me.

Then he gives me an inch.

And another.

I push my hips back, steadily working with him until there's the jolt I've been waiting for, like he's pressed a button attached to every nerve in my body, sending a rush from my pelvis to my face and fingertips. They're fucking vibrating with life as he slides right along the spot, and I arch my back as I fall into the high, basking in the sensations he stirs until he's buried deep, his hips resting against my ass.

He wraps his arms around me, tugging me close as he bites against my shoulder. "Jesus fucking Christ, Ash. You weren't lying about how tight it is."

I chuckle. "Are you proud of how fast I took you?" I ask, taking breaths as I adjust to that thick girth. "Are you impressed with your little stepbro for being able to handle a cock like that? "

"Very," he breathes against me, and another jolt of excitement pulses through me.

We stay right there, perfectly still, my muscles relaxing for him, and he must feel I've eased up because he starts offering the subtlest of thrusts, which my body eagerly welcomes.

"How's that?" Colin asks.

"Just right."

I close my eyes, facing the wall, enjoying each rub up against that sweet spot, losing myself in the web of nerves radiating with pleasure and excitement.

"Better keep it down," he whispers, and I realize I was moaning, as though it was only the two of us.

"Fuck, good call," I say as he offers another thrust that makes my whole body tremble.

I reach up and place my hand on the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair, encouraging him as he speeds up. With each thrust, I can feel his hunger, his need, his body making up for that time I deprived him of.

"I'd feel worse for being cruel if you didn't make it feel so damn good. Give it to me, Col. Give me what I need."

He moves even faster, though I notice he's keeping his hips from slamming into my ass and clapping—and possibly alerting others about what we're up to. I firm my grip on the barbell bar, the rack trembling with each deep push.

"You're just wishing someone would walk in and catch you taking my cock, aren't you? Wishing they would see how good you are at this? See how fucking hot you look as you take it?"

My chest and cheeks radiate heat as I sneak a glance at the open door.

I grip the back of his head, turning to see him over my shoulder.

I've always known Colin was a sexy fuck, but seeing the desire in those serious blue eyes as he fucks me, that intensity in his expression as he really gives it to me, knowing he wants to do this for me… He looks like a fucking god.

His face carved from stone. That chiseled jawline.

That sexy mouth.

I lick my lips, and I'm tempted not to say my wish, but no more Step Don'ts. "Col, kiss—"

I barely get the word out before he lurches at me, taking my mouth. It's his. He doesn't let up drilling me as he fucks me with his tongue and cock, and my body's never felt so alive. Every nerve on edge. The pressure mounting so goddamn fast.

We're heat and thrusts and wet tongues, not even existing in time and space, just spiraling through a roller coaster of sensations.

But a sound catches my attention, and I freeze up.

Fuck.

Colin and I turn at the same time to the door, where someone stands. Holy hell. We should have been more careful, shouldn't have gotten so lost in that kiss.

It takes me a moment to focus before I realize who it is. "Dax?" I ask, still with Colin buried inside me.

"Uh…sorry. I have to admit I did hear you guys back at Sigma Alpha, and I…well…I didn't know if that was just dirty talk, but I thought maybe…and then I found you. And it was so hot, I just…fuck…maybe I read this all wrong."

He's so innocent in his awkwardness, and Colin and I are frozen in place, neither of us knowing how to react to this surprise.

"I'm just gonna…" Dax signals behind him. "Unless you guys need a lookout? No? Keep up the good work. Okay…I'm out."

Wait. He heard us. Came to find us. He thought this was hot. And now he's offering to be our lookout?

I glance at Colin, a wicked impulse shooting through me. No…no way we can do that.

But that mischievous smirk plays across Colin's lips. He winks before turning to the door. "Hey, Dax?"

Dax spins around, still near the doorway, like he was hoping he might be summoned.

"A lookout wouldn't be such a bad idea," Colin says.

"Seriously? "

"As long as this stays in this room," I say.

Dax slips inside, settling along the wall. "Not a peep from me."

Something comes alive within me, reminding me of what I enjoyed about the live streams. Yes, it's fun with the door open, almost getting caught, but there's something else I like—having this guy seeing me taking Colin's cock.

I glance at my stepbro, who beams. "Come here, my little perv."

I snicker before he takes my mouth again.

I fall back effortlessly into his kiss as he begins thrusting, my body trembling as he really drills into me. Now I feel like I have something to prove. Not just to Colin, but to our guest.

I push my ass back, meeting each of Colin's thrusts, our kissing becoming frenzied as he hammers away at my prostate.

But I can do better than this.

"Pull out," I whisper into his mouth. "Just for a second."

"Oh fuck. You're killing me. I'm getting so close."

I love having someone else witnessing Colin's need for me. How much he fucking craves my body.

"I promise I'll make it worth it, Col."

His jaw tenses, like he's having to summon the strength before he pulls out. I spin around to face him, then grip the barbell bar behind me. Colin clearly knows what I want because he doesn't waste time. He hooks his arms around my thighs, hoisting them into the air. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he navigates his way back inside me. My body welcomes his cock, already trained to open up for him, and I brace myself on the bar, feeling the workout as he picks up the pace, really throwing his weight into pounding this ass.

I peek at Dax, who strokes his crotch as he watches us going at it.

I roll my head back, reveling in this moment.

Letting him watch Colin have his way with me.

Letting him enjoy my pure, unfettered pleasure of taking this massive cock like a fucking pro.

I bask in the sensations Colin stirs, locking gazes with my stepbrother, and he stares at me as if I'm the only thing in the world that matters to him in this moment. A servant to my pleasure.

"This is it, Ash. It's all about you. How good you look taking me. How hard you got my cock. How obsessed I am with your pleasure."

It's all too much for me: The pleasure that cock is giving me. The heat of having a guy seeing how wild my body drives Colin.

The pressure climbs so fucking fast. I wish I could reach for my cock to jerk off or ask Colin to do it for me, but as the pressure becomes unbearable, I realize I'm not gonna need my fucking hands.

"Col, I'm about to—"

He keeps his thrusts good and steady. "Do it, Ash. Show him that beautiful load you got." As soon as he says the words, he grits his teeth like he's not gonna last much longer either.

One push more from his cock flips the switch, and I start to call out when Colin's lips crash down on mine, blocking the sound before he grunts, as I feel the warmth rushing across my abs and chest. Since I'm not stroking myself, it takes longer for it all to spill out, leaving me suspended in this exhilarating high as Colin's thrusts become a series of erratic, wild movements, and I know he's coming in me.

It's just the two of us, lost in the moment, lost in each other, our tongues licking, lips smacking, teeth biting. I'm so lost in the ecstasy, I hardly realize my arms are trembling before my muscles give and I release the barbell. "Fuck," I mutter, but Colin's arms are around me in no time, gripping firmly, holding me in place. Keeping me right next to him.

Keeping me safe.

I hook my arms around him, pulling as close as I can to him, as if trying to merge our bodies.

"Fuck," Dax says from beside the door, which makes me chuckle into Colin's mouth. I feel his grin against my face .

"Oh shit." Dax's voice sounds distant as he says, "Hey, guys, sorry, this room is off-limits…"

Colin glances toward the door. "We picked a good lookout," he says, and I roll my head back, unable to contain my laughter.

I really do love the way we're weird.