“What’s your name?” I ask and he chuckles.
“I seem to have forgotten my manners. I’m Case. It's nice to finally meet you, Lyla.” He smiles, and of course a blush creeps up my cheeks.Get it together!“Where do you go to school?” he asks as I take a sip of my coffee and moan. He clears his throat, and I hide my smile behind the cup still sitting against my lips. I take another sip before setting it down on the glass table.
“Chadwick University of Medicine for now.” I tell him and he raises a brow.
“Why aren’t you staying at the dorms?” he asks and I shrug.
“I didn’t like it there, so my mom told me I could commute from here.” I answer and he nods, taking a bite of his eggs.
“Chadwick is impressive,” he says, bringing a smile to my face.
“It is. I like the classes and the professors, but the dorms are too crowded.” I lie. I don’t want to explain what I do outside of school or that a man has been stalking me and I’m no longer safe in the dorms.
“I see. Well, me and my brothers play hockey and attend Restin U.” He tells me and I nod. Already knowing that bit of information.
“What position do you play?” I ask and he smirks, sitting back in his chair, taking a sip of his coffee. The way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows the liquid gold has me licking my lips and rubbing my thighs together. My stepbrother is a fucking god, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.
“Forward. I’m captain of The Dirty Knights.” He grins, and my eyes widen.
“Wait, you’retheeCase Nicoletti?” I ask, feeling like a fucking idiot for not putting the pieces together sooner. The smile thatspreads across his face showcases his dimples and perfect white teeth.Fucking Christ.
“So you've heard of me?” he asks, taking another bite of his food. I look away, trying not to stare at his every move because why–why does him chewing, make me want to lay bare on this table in front of him.
“Heard of you? I follow you hardcore and attend all of your home games. I knew you looked familiar,” I admit, blushing yet again because why would I tell him I basically stalk his stats and know everything about his hockey career.
“Is that right? You’ve been looking at me?” he asks, his voice dripping with honey as he stands from his seat and walks over to me.Sweet Mary, mother of God. To all that is holy, I want to hide from embarrassment, but I also want to lick every inch of this man's body.He bends slightly, licking his lips. My mouth parts for a second until I realize I’m damn near panting at the kitchen table as he picks up my empty cup, raising a brow. “Want more?” he breathes as the words linger against his lips, and I nod. “More what?” he taunts as he brings a finger up to my face, tucking a piece of my dark hair behind my ear.
“Whatever you want to give me,” I answer and he chuckles. I blink and run from the room, with embarrassment laced all over my face. His laughter follows me all the way up the stairs, until I’m safe in my room. Locking the door behind me, I lean back against it.
How the hell am I going to survive in this house, with him here? There’s no fucking way. He’s off-limits. He’s my stepbrother. But he’s so fucking hot. Shit! What makes this all so much worse – he’s Case fucking Nicoletti, my favorite hockey player. I’m so done for!
Case
Wet Dreams
After I cooked us dinner, Lyla escaped once again from my grip. My father told me she is off-limits but fuck, she’s absolutely stunning. Watching her cheeks redden with almost every word I said, kept my dick rock hard beneath my sweats, to the point where I couldn’t get up from my seat during dinner. All day I’ve fantasized about her writhing beneath me. The moan that kept leaving her perfect lips; with every bite she took of the steak almost had me snapping, but I kept my cool, acting unbothered by her presence. Now I lay in my bed, with my cock in my hand, wishing it was down her throat.
Slowly, I tighten my fist and drag it up my length, but it’s doing fuck-all tonight. Knowing she’s right across the hall wearing nothing but short shorts and a tank top with no bra. It makes me want to just go over there and slide into her bed, between her legs, and eat her little cunt until she’s panting my name. I know she wants me. Her body language screams to me—that she wants to be taken, wants to be dominated and used, but I can't because she's my stepsister. I can’t fucking touch her.
Getting frustrated with myself, I put my cock away and get out of bed. I need to do something other than sit here and think about her. Seeing her this afternoon in a skimpy black bikini, swimming in the pool had me blowing my load right in the kitchen. It’s embarrassing how many times I’ve jerked my cock to this girl, and it hasn't even been twenty-four hours. Maybe I should go back to school. Being around her is not going to work. The longer I’m around here, the more I’m going to want her, and as cool and collected as I am—my dick has other plans.I don’t know what to do.I fuck plenty of girls, but I don’t date them. I have never wanted to be with someone in that way—not in a long fucking time. I don’t have time for attachments. I need to concentrate on hockey. But between the girl from last night and now meeting my stepsister. I’ve got two girls that I’m extremely attracted to.I don’t fucking get it. I’m too busy for this shit.
Walking to my door, I open it, shutting my light off behind me. Stepping into the hallway, the sounds from across the hall have me stopping in my tracks.Was that… moaning?
Stepping closer to her door, I hear faint whimpers, and I peek through the crack of the slightly open door and swallow thickly. Lyla is laying in her bed with her legs spread wide and her fingers moving fast between her legs. I watch as she pulls down her tank top; revealing one of her breasts, and she pinches her nipple, causing her back to bow off the bed. She moans as her other hand pulls down her panties, opening her legs wider until two fingers sink into her pussy. She whines as she fingers herself, and I lick my lips. Listening to how wet she is; I reach into my sweats, wrapping my hand around my length and jerk my cock. My eyes never leave her fingers as I keep the same pace she does on herself.Fuck, I wish I knew how tight she was. I bet she tastes so fucking sweet.
I pick up my pace, rubbing my thumb over my tip as she moans again. My eyes widen while I watch as she spreads her lips, circling her clit with one hand as the other continues to move in and out of her cunt slowly. It’s almost as if she knows I'm watching her. Is this my own private show? Knowing I can’t touch her, so she touches herself while I jerk my cock for her? That just makes my dick even harder. Her whimpers bring me back into the moment, and I fucking wish I could stand at the end of her bed to get a closer look.Fuck it.
I open the door slowly and walk to the edge of her bed. Her eyes fly open, and she gasps.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” I growl and she moans, picking up her pace. “Good girl. Show me how wet you are,” I order, and she sinks her fingers inside herself only to pull them out and use them on her clit. Her arousal glistens against the moonlight and I groan, tightening my grip on my length. Her blue eyes flutter as she watches me jerk my cock.
“Take him out. Let me see how big he is,” She pants, and I pull my pants down, giving her what she wants. She gasps, and I smirk, kneeling on the bed.
“You don’t know how bad I want to feel you,” I admit, and she shakes her head, knowing that we can’t.
“Mmm, Case…” She trails off as her fingers pump faster, making me growl, hearing my name coming from her lips.
“I want to see how hard you cum for me, Doll. Knowing my cock wants to be buried inside you.” I whisper and she whimpers, pinching her clit, making her back bow off the bed yet again.
