“Med student, hello.” I chastise, making him laugh.
“Right, right. But don’t you miss having sex? Having a partner to lean on?” He asks. It seems he’s full of questions tonight. How do I explain this one? Shit.
“I have plenty of sex. Thank you very much.” I tell him, realizing the words that just flew out of my mouth. He digs his finger into my insole making me yelp. “Ouch, asshole.” I say, kicking him and the pillow causing it to fly off the couch.Holy shit.My eyes zero in on his hard cock and I damn near lick my lips, wanting to slide off the couch and slip between his legs and suck the soul right out of him.Shit.I clear my throat, forcing myself to look away. “I think it’s time for dessert,” I say and he smirks. I roll my eyes as he stands and heads for the kitchen. Rubbing my thighs together I can feel how wet I am and the ache between my legs is almost unbearable. There’s no way I’m going to survive the night with him this close to me and not want to get off. Throwing the blankets off of me. It’s suddenly way too hot in here so I take my hoodie off and I’m left in nothing but a tank top and shorts.What am I doing?
Reaching for the remote I put on another movie as he comes back into the living room with two bowls. He places one in my lap and I take the spoon digging into the creamy cold ice cream, bringing it to my lips with a moan. His eyes snap to mine but I look away acting like he’s not even here, which is extremely hard to do. I’m obsessed with this man. Shit! I can’t believe I just admitted that but fuck. It’s so much more than just hockey.
“Hey Case, does your goalie have a girlfriend?” I ask and he drops his spoon in his bowl, roughly.
“Why?” He asks in a gruff tone.
“My friend Annie, the girl I went to the game with… well she’s got a thing for him.” I tell him and he laughs.
“No, Brantley is single.” he answers and I giggle.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” I say, biting my bottom lip. He turns to me, leaning over and pulling my lip yet again from my teeth. I’m instantly hit with his scent, it makes me absolutely feral for him.Why must he smell so damn good?
“Yes as long as you stop moaning and biting your bottom lip.” he growls and the vibrations that leave this man's body radiate through me and down to my core. I look at him and our eyes collide.
“You ever fuck a girl with your stick while she’s wearing your jersey?” I can’t believe I’m asking this and I may regret the answer but his eyes light up.
“No, Doll not yet at least. Maybe one day if the right girl comes along,” he answers, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. He uses the other hand to scoop up a spoonful of ice cream, bringing it to his lips. Some of the cream seeps down the crease of his mouth and I reach up, wiping it away with my thumb before bringing it to my mouth, sucking the melted ice cream clean. His eyes blow with lust and he takes another scoop purposely missing his mouth and letting the liquid drip down his chin.
“This time use your tongue, Doll.” he commands as I watch the trail of ice cream dribble down his chest. Leaning all the way over, I change my position, sticking my ass out as I lick the vanilla richness up the center of his chest. His hands find my hips urgently and before I know it I’m straddling his lap. I gasp when I feel his hard cock press against my aching clit. I continue to lick up his adams apple and over his chin, biting down on it.His fingers dig into the crevice where my thighs meet my hips and I rock ever so slightly. I drag my tongue over his lips and he groans deep in his chest.
“Fuck it,” he growls and slams his lips against mine. His hands drag up my back and into my hair, pulling it as his soft tongue caresses mine. I deepen the kiss, loving the way he tastes as his hands find the globes of my ass squeezing them roughly. He pulls me in closer to him, sucking my bottom lip as he rocks his hips, sliding his cock against my clit. I grip the back of his neck pulling at his hair as his fingers inch closer to my soaked core. He pulls away from my lips and sucks my jaw, then my neck causing me to shiver in his arms. His finger slips inside my shorts, dipping into me making me moan out. “You’re fucking soaked, baby. Can I taste you?” He asks and just as I’m going to respond the front door slams shut.
“Hello, is anyone home?” My moms voice rings out. My eyes widen and I quickly fly off Case’s lap and plop down on the couch as far away from him as I possibly can get. Chucking a pillow at him, he shoves it over his hard cock and I grab the remote, pressing play on the TV.
“Yeah, Mom in here,” I yell out as my phone pings on the table. Picking it up, I see it's a text from Case.
“Hey you two,” My mom says as Greg walks in behind her.
“Hey son–Lyla,”
He nods, “How was the game?” He asks and Case answers. They talk for a bit as I try to catch my breath and calm my racing heart from almost being caught. Opening up my phone I read the text.
Case:
I’m not finished with you.
I can’t help the blush creeping up my face because for the love of god I want nothing more than to finish what we started, but I guess the universe has other plans for us tonight.
“Lyla, show me your room, have you decorated it yet?” She asks and I get up from the couch and go to grab my bowl but Case places his hand over mine causing me to look over at him.
“Go with your mom, I’ll clean this up while I catch up with my old man,” he winks and I nod, walking over to my mom and leaving the living room with her in tow.
I don’t know how he expects us to finish anything? We shouldn't even be doing this. He’s my goddamn stepbrother and off limits. Thankfully I have work tomorrow and it’ll be a full night.
Guess that’s the only way I’m going to get off.
Case
Twins & Mercedes
One week later…
I’m pretty sure Lyla is avoiding me. Our parents have been home all week, and as much as I love spending time with my father… I don’t particularly like living in the same house as him. Hence why I’ve been at the dorms. I really need to go see Mercedes. Jerking my cock alone is just not doing it lately and all I want is to taste Lyla and sink in her tight cunt. That night on the couch; if our parents hadn’t walked in, I would’ve fucked her on every surface of that house. There’s no doubt about it. Taking out my phone, I call over to Collette and make my appointment. Once I’m done I shoot Lyla a text.
