Come Ride With Me

⚠️ Warning: Mature Content Below

His tongue left my breast with a slick, hot trail, and before I could catch my breath, his hand was yanking my shorts down with zero finesse. One swipe, and it was gone. His gaze dropped to my center, and the wicked sound that rumbled from his throat made my thighs quiver.

“No panties?” he smirked darkly. “Dirty little Teyan.”

I was panting, too far gone to even be embarrassed. “I… I didn’t think—”

“Yes. You didn’t think.” He grinned like the devil, dragging a rough thumb between my folds, and I cried out at the contact. “Or didn’t think I’d ruin you completely, Little nerd?”

My head fell back. “Jeremy…”

“Say my name again,” he growled, pushing two fingers deep inside me without warning. I gasped, gripping the sheets as my body clenched around him. The sight of his tattooed arms weren’t helping. “Fuck, you’re tight. Wet for me like a good girl, huh?”

His fingers curled up, hitting a spot inside me that made me see white. My hips bucked, chasing more, but he withdrew, making me whimper in protest.

“I haven’t even started and you’re already a mess,” he sneered. The sound of his “turned-on” baritone voice was enough to send me unraveling.

“Am I?” I asked, biting down on my lip to contain another moan.

He leaned in close, mouth brushing the shell of my ear as his fingers toyed cruelly with my slick and dripping wet entrance. “You will. When I stretch this tight pussy around my cock, you’ll beg me not to stop. And I won’t. I’ll ruin you so good, no one else will ever measure up, cos I’ve waited for this. Hell, I’ve ruined you so many times in my head, little nerd.” So that made the two of us.

I whimpered again, thighs falling open without hesitation. He was meant to be here. Jeremiah had always meant to be between my thighs. This was perfect.

“You want that, don’t you?” he whispered, licking my earlobe. “You want to be ruined by your fucking stepbrother. You want me to fuck you so deep, your mom hears your moans if she was around.”

“God—Jeremy—please,” I gasped and moaned senselessly, nails clawing at his arms. He was losing it, and so was I. We were made for each other.

He grinned. “There it is.” His lips joined mine again, kissing me hungrily before pulling back.

He unzipped his jeans, eyes never leaving mine. His cock sprang free. It was thick, hard, throbbing—and my lips parted just from the sight of him. He watched me watching him and stroked himself, slow and teasing, spreading his precum down the shaft.

“Open for me.”

I did without hesitation. My legs were shaking and he wasn’t even inside me yet.

He moved between my thighs, gripping them tight, and in one brutal, hungry thrust—he was inside me. I felt impossibly full and shattered.

I cried out, head slamming back into the pillow, every muscle locking from the pressure, the sharp pain burn from losing my virginity, and the sheer size of him. He froze for a second, breathing hard, head bowed.

“Fuck,” he gritted. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Jeremy—it hurts—” I breathed.

He kissed my neck, slowly and possessively, but didn’t pull out. “Shhh… I got you, baby. Let me in. Let me make it feel good.”

He drew back, then thrust again—deeper this time. A slow rhythm that stretched and filled me until pain blurred into dizzying heat. Until the sting turned into something… addictive.

“Oh my God…” I moaned.

“There she is,” he rasped, gripping my waist as he started to move faster. “That’s it. Take it all.”

And I did.

I took every punishing thrust, every groan, every filthy word as he drilled into me like he wanted to brand me from the inside out.

“You’re mine now, you hear me?” His voice was hoarse, twisted, savage. “This body. This little tight cunt. All mine.”

I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. I could only feel.

He fucked me like a man possessed, like he’d waited so long for this. His hips slammed into mine, the bed creaking beneath us, the headboard knocking the wall. My cries filled the room, and he devoured every one of them.

When his hand found my clit and rubbed hard circles, I shattered beneath him, screaming his name like a prayer and a curse at once as a strangely intense pleasure coursed through my entire body.

“Fuck—fuck—Jeremy—!”

He kept thrusting through my orgasm, chasing his own. “Exactly how I imagined you.” He groaned breathlessly.

“You’re never leaving this bed, you understand?” he growled into my neck. “No one else gets you. Ever.”

Then with one last thrust, deep and punishing, he came with a low, guttural growl, spilling inside me and collapsing over my body.

We laid there, tangled, gasping, wrecked. It was over, and I couldn’t move. I had been unraveled completely that I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone else. No one.

I realized at that moment that my crush, obsession or whatever I had for Jeremiah Carter had graduated to love. I was in love with my high school crush who was now my stepbrother.

His swear-slicked forehead pressed to mine, eyes half-lidded with what looked like guilt as he suddenly realized what pleasure had blinded him from realizing. “Teyana…”

His hand stopped moving as he pulled away from me and fell back to the bed. His breathing changed. He sat up slowly and dragged a palm down his face, like he was trying to wipe something off—regret, maybe. I turned my head just enough to watch him.

“What is it?” I asked softly.

He looked at me, eyes unreadable. “Tey…” he hesitated. “Shit. Did I—was that your first time?”

I blinked. The question wasn’t accusatory. He looked guilty.

I could have teased him or shrugged it off like it didn’t matter. But there was something raw in his voice, and I didn’t want to ruin the honesty of what we’d just shared.

“Yes,” I whispered. Not like I could lie. The blood evidence was on his black sheet, but not so visible.

His brows furrowed with concern against his handsome sweaty face. He looked away for a second, dragging a hand through his hair. “Goddamn it.”

“Don’t,” I sat up beside him, placing my hand on his. “Don’t you dare ruin this moment with guilt.”

He turned to me. “I just—”

“I wanted it,” I cut in. “I wanted it so much it scared me. And I’m glad it was with you.”

He didn’t speak right away. But he turned his hand, laced his fingers with mine. And that said more than anything else.

Then I asked, “when did you draw me?”

He didn’t hesitate to reply. “After you were dared to kiss the hottest guy in the room.” God. I didn’t say anything afterwards. I just smiled like we hadn’t just performed a taboo.

Then, in a husky voice, he said, “Come bathe with me.”

I let him guide me into his bathroom, where warm water steamed the glass and everything smelled like cedar and spearmint—his scent. He washed me with slow hands and whispered nothing into my skin. We kissed lazily under the spray, hands wandering, mouths grazing, but not in a rush like before. It was softer now. Reverent. He wanted to take me again but my pussy was aching. I couldn’t.

When we stepped out, I wore one of his dark shirts, so big it swallowed me, and a pair of his drawstring pants. He looked at me, lips twitching. His clothes smelled so good I could live in them forever.

“No one wears my clothes. But I like you in my them,” he murmured.

“Good,” I smiled, “because I’m never giving them back.”

He grabbed his black leather jacket, tossed me a helmet. “Come ride with me.”

Oh, he asked me to bathe with him then ride with him? I’m fucked. The totally kind of ‘fucked’

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The engine of the bike roared beneath us like thunder, and I held him tighter, my arms wrapped snugly around his waist as we rode down the Pacific Ridge Highway. His scent filled my nose, the rush of the wind tearing through my hair, and the vibrations of the ride vibrating through my entire being. It felt like freedom.

I screamed into the wind, laughing like I hadn’t in a while, burying my face in his back and placing a soft kiss between his shoulder blades.

“I feel like I’m flying!” I shouted.

“Of course you are,” he called back over the wind. “With me.”

He took us through winding country roads, past the ocean glimmering under moonlight, through the outskirts where stars peeked shyly behind dark clouds. I didn’t care about consequences. Didn’t think about our titles. I was his, and he was mine, in that moment.

When we got home, I was breathless and euphoric.

But the universe didn’t let the bliss last forever.

Because…there, waiting outside the Carter huge mansion, was a girl.

She was tall, stunning, with legs for days, clad in a very short red gown that didn’t leave much to imagination. Her perfectly manicured nails wrapped tightly around her phone as she paced in front of the door.

The moment she saw us pulling in, she lowered her phone and rushed toward Jeremy.

“Jer!” she shrieked, and before I could blink, she had jumped into his arms.

Then she kissed him.

Right in front of me.

Right on his mouth.

Not just a peck, but a full, possessive, I-know-this-is-mine kind of kiss.

I froze.

My legs stopped working. My chest caved in on itself, and I just stood there, blinking, still gripping the helmet like an idiot.

Jeremy didn’t pull away from her.

When she pulled away, giggling and breathless, her eyes finally landed on me. Her brows lifted like she hadn’t noticed me until now.

“Babe… who’s that?” she asked, glancing between us.

Jeremy’s jaw tensed. His arm was still around her waist.

He didn’t even hesitate, “This is Teyana,” he said coolly. “She’s my stepsister.”

Then he looked at me, like I was really just his stepsister. “Teyana, this is Bianca, my fiancé” He pulled her tighter into his embrace.

And just like that…

Nothing made sense anymore.