Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(11)

He bursts out laughing. “Snake? Did you just honestly call it a snake?” He continues to laugh. “Say it again, call it my snake.” I hit his arm.

“What did you want me to say? Dick? Cock?” I look at him and once again, his eyes bore into mine.

“Please don’t say that again.” His words come out all hoarse.

“Dick?”

“Don’t.” Something comes over me and I lean forward.

“Cock? Your. Hard. Smooth. Cock.” I say each word slowly and, before I know it, my body is pressed back down onto the ground with Colin hovering over me.

“What did I just say?” His erection presses into my core.

“Colin,” I say breathlessly.

“You think you were being funny.” His face comes closer, his stubble rubbing against my jaw. “You shouldn’t say things like that if you don’t want the guy to turn into an animal, especially those words coming out of that sweet mouth of yours.” His thumb strokes along my bottom lip. “I so want to kiss you right now.” His expression looks torn. He stares at the grass, seeing something I can’t, before his eyes dart back to mine. “I’m not a good person, Sasha. I am probably the biggest asshole out there but, fuck me, I want to taste you.” His face comes in closer and I can feel his breath against my lips. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers. His tongue grazes where he just touched. “Tell me.” My mind has gone all foggy but I manage to look through the haze and place my hand on his chest, slowly pushing him off me.

We only started talking today; this is going way too fast. How is it that after only one day that I’m ready to throw out all my morals just for him to kiss me, to touch me, to please me? I can’t be just another girl.

“I need to go,” I say, not looking at him. He reaches out and his thumb lifts my chin.

“I’m sorry.” It feels like he’s apologizing for so much more than just moving too fast.

“Me too,” I whisper. I take a step back so his hand falls away from me. I turn and start to walk away but he calls my name so I turn back around.

“I do like you, Sasha Bennett. More than I should.” I give him a small smile and turn back around to head home, but all the way there I couldn’t stop the huge smile on my face.





Colin


Last night I dreamt about Sasha. I had dream after dream about her, us. I dreamt that she let me kiss her, that she was begging for me to touch her, to have her. I woke up so hard that I had to use my hand twice to relieve it.

I look around my room, seeing trophies and medals from over the years take up one wall, and my desk sits opposite my bed, holding a computer and a bunch of random school work. I decide to head over and do a little research. I go to YouTube and type in Sasha’s name. I know she’s in a band so maybe something will pop up. I’m surprised when I see more than ten videos load up.

My finger hovers over the mouse, indecisive, before clicking on one of the videos. I feel like a stalker right now but that girl has really gotten into my head. I watch, mesmerized, as Sasha sings on my computer screen; her voice touches something in me. If this is how she affects me just watching on my computer, I bet she is mind-blowing live.

I can’t wait to hear her play at the talent show.

I get ready and head downstairs, instantly seeing a note on the fridge. Dad is in meetings all day and won’t be available.

Surprise, surprise.

I head to school and when I see Sasha across the parking lot with her friends, my legs move before I have a chance to think twice about it. Stepping up behind her, I place my hands over her eyes and her body shivers when my skin touches her.

I lean forward so my mouth is next to her ear. “Guess who?” She turns her head a little and smiles.

“Zac Efron?” She teases and I let go of my hands and she acts surprised. “Sorry, was really hoping it was Zac.” She chuckles and I step towards her and start tickling her sides, causing her to scream.

“Say I’m better than Zac.” I tickle harder and she screams louder.

“Colin, please.” She laughs.

“Say, Colin you are so much better than Zac.”

“You are so much better!” she screams and I stop, watching as she tries to catch her breath. “In your dreams,” she adds, and when I try and walk towards her, she screams again and runs around her friends.

“You are so going to get it.” She yelps, using her friends as shields.

“It is way too early for you guys to be doing this,” Karen says.

“She’s right, you better just stop moving.” I smile at her and she sticks her tongue out at me. I quickly chase her; unfortunately for her, I run every day and no way can she beat me. I grab onto her hips, causing her to shriek, and lift her so she’s over my shoulder and walk us both into school.

“Oh my God, Colin, you better put me down.” She smacks my ass.

“Keep doing that, and see what happens.” She hits my ass again so I hit hers, making her yelp.

“I can’t believe you just spanked me.” My dick twitches at the mental picture of my hand on her white skin.

“You hit me first.” She laughs. People are watching us but I don’t care.

“Keep moving, people,” she says to the onlookers. I make small talk as I take her to her first class and she soon relaxes and talks like me carrying her around is normal. When we get to her classroom, I don’t want to put her down, but when I set her on her feet, seeing the smile that lights up her whole face was worth every second.