Tempted

JAY

I was fucked. Those were the only words I could think of when I saw him walk in with that poor excuse of a shirt. It took all my freaking willpower not to pounce on him the second he walked into the sitting room. And to think he was so innocent, he didn't even know what he was freaking doing. If only he knew the thoughts that went through my mind when I saw him, he wouldn't be this relaxed with me. He would have taken to his heels.

I'd sat far from him, praying for control from the goddess. It wasn't easy now that he was an omega, with a scent that always made my third leg stand with just a whiff. Matt just doesn't know how fucking attractive and irresistible he was. 

When he jumped on me, I almost lost it. My semi-hard dick hardened at the feel of his soft body on me.

 

“Brother!” He cried, with his hands wrapped around my neck so tightly, he almost choked me. He wriggled his arse on my dick as he held me tight, crying despite his claims that he could stomach horror movies.

I gulped, fighting back a groan when he unconsciously repeated his actions, rubbing his juicy arse on my cock, and almost bringing out the beast in me. I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply while seeking strength from the goddess.

“It's okay,” I choked out, holding his waist so he wouldn't rock his arse again. “You are —”

He screamed when someone in the movie did. He shifted, placing both legs on either side of my body and leaning in so close his arse hole was directly on my cock. All the blood in my body rushed south as my dick twitched.

Gritting out, I tried to push him away, but he was stronger, fuelled by adrenaline, desperate to get away from the screen.

“Stay still, baby. Let me switch it off.” I tried to reach for the remote, but he shook his head, still clinging to me. 

“Don't. I want to know what happened to the lead actress.” He still didn't let go. 

I gulped, hands still on his waist to hold him down. “Okay.” I was having a damned freaking issue holding him back. My fucking dick was now hard, and I knew I would need to wank it off before going to bed. If Dad were around, I would have gone straight to my favourite bar to pick someone to help me with the issues. Father wasn't coming home tonight, and I couldn't leave Matt alone at home, not after the horror movie we just watched. 

“You know what, baby? Why don't you sit on the couch? You can hold on to me if you want. I won't let anything happen to you.”

I needed to have him get off me so I could breathe. 

He shook his head. “They will get to me if I let you go.” He rotated his hips while gripping me. “Please.”

“You can hold me then. Just lift your hips a little.” He did as I asked, and I grabbed the blanket and placed it on my thighs, covering my dick. “So you can be more comfortable,” I explained when he scrunched his eyebrows, confused by my actions.

“Oh.”

He sat on the blanket, wrapped his hands around my neck. That was the position we stayed in until the credits rolled. Odd, for someone who claimed he wanted to know how the drama ended, he didn't turn, not for once, to watch. Instead, he held me tight and averted his gaze, occasionally jumping when he heard screams. Luckily, the blanket was between us, else he would have felt the effects of his actions. My damned dick would have poked the hell out of him.

“Can I sleep with you?” He asked after I had switched the television off, still clinging to me. Luckily, he has such a small frame; otherwise, I would have broken my back carrying him around.

I doubt he even knew he was no longer a baby. He still believed he was that little boy I carried everywhere. “Baby,” I started, putting my hands on his waist so I could bring him down, but he didn't ease his grip on me. He held me tight, acting as if I might disappear if he let go.

“We can't sleep together, and you know that. You're no longer a baby. You should —”

“Why? Just because I'm eighteen?” He pouted. “I want to sleep with you.”

My dick twitched, assuming he meant it literally. I had to shake my head, to ride the thoughts that were taking root slowly in my head. 

“Baby —”

“They will get me if I sleep alone on my bed.” He shook his head, clinging to me like a damned koala. “Please.”

I couldn't resist his pleas, despite knowing this was the worst idea in the entire world. Matt had always been a cuddle slut, which was why I stopped him from sleeping on my bed when I realized my affections for him weren't that pure. I had to keep a distance from him to avoid doing something we would all regret. 

“Okay,” I whispered, eyes closed, rethinking my decision to let him do as he pleased. I was a damned wimp for him and hardly ever said no to his requests. I always did everything he asked for, even when it wasn't convenient for me. He must have known this and always used that to his advantage.

“Perfect!” 

Exhaling, while regretting my decisions already, I carried him into my room and tried to place him on the bed so I could take care of my problem, but he held me tight, shaking his head. “Please don't leave me.”

“I'm not leaving you. I just want to have my bath, then join you in bed.” I tried to get him to let go, but he shook his head.

“Please take me with you,” he begged. “I don't want to be alone.”