Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Lil Stepbro: Done with the blonde already?
Me: I didn’t touch her. I told you I wouldn’t fuck around with anyone, and I won’t. You’re mine, so I guess I should play by the rules too.
Lil Stepbro: Fuck, A, you’re gonna get me hard on the dance floor.
Me: Good. You should always be hard when you’re thinking about me.
Lil Stepbro: Where are you?
Me: Shake your ass for me again, and maybe I’ll tell you. I wanna watch you get low too.
I wait. Hold my breath. Am dying to see if he will do as I said.
Lil Stepbro: You want me to put on a show for you?
Me: Yes.
Lil Stepbro: Don’t look away.
Troy pushes his phone into his pocket, then starts to move again. He’s always sexy as fuck, but even more so when he dances. It’s not something I noticed before, but it will be engraved into my memory forever now.
Troy rolls his hips in a way that reminds me of what it was like when he was fucking me. Drops down, then pushes to his feet again, ass out, and damn, I wish I were behind him, wish I were holding on to his hips, pressing my dick against his ass and claiming him right there in front of everyone.
My dick throbs when his body moves slowly, arms in the air, before he runs his hands down his body. My insides tingle, starting low in my gut, radiating through me. Troy shimmies again, shakes his ass again, shows me how he can bend and get low. A groan rips from my throat, my body twitching with pent-up desire.
Me: You like showing off for me. Like knowing you make my dick hard, that I’m standing in a busy bar with my cock throbbing and wishing I had one of your holes around it. Such a pretty boy.
He stops, fumbling his phone from his pocket, and I swear I see him tremble from across the room.
Lil Stepbro: Where are you?
Part of me doesn’t want to tell him, wants to keep this game going, but I need him close to me more.
Me: Back wall. Two o’clock.
He turns slightly, eyes skating around the room and landing on me. The smile he shoots my way warms my gut in a scary but welcome way.
Troy saunters toward me. I groan when Ash stops him to ask him something, but Troy just replies and keeps going. He works his way through the crowd, and I hope like hell he didn’t tell anyone I’m here or where he’s going. He reaches me with a cocked brow. “Why are you hiding in a dark corner?”
“Waiting for you,” I say, then start opening his pants. His eyes widen, and then he seems to melt into it.
Troy leans in, mouth close to my ear. “Jesus, what the fuck, Atlas? There are people everywhere!”
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
Please don’t tell me to stop.
“Don’t stop.”
I spit in my hand, reach beneath his underwear, and start stroking him. “Look at you. You’re already hard for me. The second you knew I was watching, you got hard, didn’t you?”
“Yessss,” he hisses, gaze darting around.
“No one’s watching. They don’t know what we’re doing. The faster you come for me, the less chance of getting caught.”
I twist my hand around the head and back down again, doing to him what I like to do to myself. I wish like hell we had some lube. That would make this a whole lot easier, but his precum and my spit aren’t doing a bad job.
“Tell me…tell me you’ve been thinking about me since last night.”
“No,” he breathes out.
“Tell me or I stop.” When I can tell he’s going to keep fighting it, I add, “I dare you to tell me. I bet you won’t let me make you come right here.”
I pull away, and he grabs my wrist, keeping my hand where it is. “Christ, yes. You’re all I think about. Now make me come.”
“Fucking gladly,” I say, jacking him faster, holding him tighter, eyes glued to his as he watches me. Troy licks his lips, and damn, I want to taste him. “Did Ash see my mark on you?”
“Atlas…we’re not…”
“Tell me. Tell me he saw it.”
“Yes, he saw. I want everyone to fucking see it.”
I can’t stop myself from smiling. His cock is perfectly hot and throbbing in my hand, my desire ramped up, heart thudding, dick aching. This is so sexy, doing this here, knowing we can get caught, people close but no one knowing I have my hand on his dick. “You wanna mark me again too?”
His pupils flare wide. I use my other hand to lift my shirt, unwilling to think about what this means, that I’m letting him come on me in the middle of a bar.
“Give it to me, T. Shoot your load on me. Make me smell like you all night.”