Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(41)

My eyes zoom onto the ball in the air and when it lands in Tucker's arms, I fist the air. I watch him speed to the line, scoring, and I jump up, running to him as well as my other teammates. I jump onto him and soon we are all piled on. Cheering for our win.

We beat the other team by a point. A fucking point.

“We fucking did it!” someone in the pile shouts. We all stand and start hugging one another. These guys have become my family this last year and this game was the championship.

We head to Coach who is grinning from ear to ear. “Glad you fuckwits didn’t mess this up.” I guess that is our congratulatory speech. I head to the locker room and everyone is buzzing over the win. It was a tight game; my nerves were fried on the last play.

There will be a celebratory party going on tonight and after all the training and work I have put in, I am ready to deflate and have fun. I am last to jump in the showers and last one in there. I am about to turn off the water when I feel hands glide up my back.

I moan at the touch.

I am too tense and wound up too tight.

The hands glide up to my shoulders and back down and then I feel her lips press against my arms. She slowly walks around me until she is standing naked in front of me, touching my hard dick in her palm. The hot water now spraying us both.

“How did you know I need you?” I smile.

“You have been no fun and I know after a game you need to…” She looks to my cock and licks her lips “Destress.” She looks sweetly up to me. I slam my mouth down to hers and press her body against the wall. I feel her hand wrap around my cock, placing a condom on.

I like that she thinks safety first.

I lift her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around me. I guide her down my dick until I fill her, her head falling back. I start thrusting in and out of her like an animal.

“Holy shit!” she screams.

“Dig your fingers into me,” I growl at her and she does. “Harder.” I soon feel the pain hit me and I thrust harder. She screams out her release and after a few more thrusts, I growl out mine. I place her feet to the ground and I have to steady her as she almost falls to the ground.

“I will never get sick of fucking you. The wait is always worth it.” I watch Amanda smile, satisfied.

“I’m glad I can please,” I smirk at her.

“You can please alright. Just glad I beat the other whores in fucking you after a big game.” It isn’t lost on me that she is calling herself one, also. “Thanks for the spin, will see you at the party.” She winks at me and I watch her naked body leave.

That’s one way to get a release.

Amanda knows where she stands. She knows I can’t give more than this and she accepts that. Other girls at this school have tried to make something out of nothing but none hold my interest for long. They’re fake and they lie. Say anything to try and keep me, but eventually, they always show their true colors.

I wash myself again and get ready. I need a good drink in my system and maybe a good fuck after.

Come on, it’s been almost a month since I last fucked someone, not counting what just happened.





Sasha


2 years later



I sing the last word and when I stop, I smile out to the room as they scream and cheer. We have become popular and have been playing more and more gigs. It’s come to the point we can’t accept them all as we are just too booked up. We do have school work to do, also.

I place my guitar down but Brady picks it up. “I’ll start putting our shit away. Go get a drink, you earned it.”

I hug him. “Thank you.” I am in the top five percent in my class and songs are coming out of my ears. My muse is working overtime with me and I want to write down everything that pops in my head as I know one day it will stop.

I head to the bar where Karen is already flirting with some guy. She gives me a wink when she spots me and starts putting on her famous charm. I order myself a vodka, lime, and lemonade and take a huge first sip.

I know what you’re thinking. I’m only twenty and shouldn’t be drinking. I’m twenty-one in a few months, and with my crazy, hectic life, I need to unwind sometime. I take a seat and a few people come talk to me about my music; I’m used to it now.

I like when they tell me how my music makes them feel, or how my words affect them. That they feel the song was made for them. It's touching, and if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t be as popular as I am now.

The person I’m talking to gives me a hug and leaves and I turn around, facing the bar, signaling for the bartender to get me another when he’s ready.

“You get good service,” a voice says from close by. I look to the man next to me. He is very good looking. Thick black hair, dark brown eyes. I do have a thing for thick hair. He smiles at me, showing a perfect white smile and I wonder why he is in a club like this.

“I know the staff,” I explain.

“Must come in handy. I’ve been waiting for the last twenty minutes to get served.”

“What are you having?”

“Whiskey and Coke with ice.” The bartender comes to me with my drink and I place the guy's order and after a minute, I pass him his drink. “Thank you.” I shrug.

“It’s no problem.” I jump off my seat and walk to the middle of the dancefloor, the song ‘Try’ by Pink is playing. I down my drink and place my empty glass to the side and then close my eyes and start to move my body to the beat.