Out of Bounds: Fake Dating my Brothers Hockey Captain

Tori

“Yes-yes-yes, fuck me harder Ryder. You're so big, I can barely even breath-”

“Your pussy is so tight, I can't wait to fill it up with my cum”

His cock was buried so deep in my pussy, I didn't want him to stop thrusting at me. Each stroke felt so real. It was so real, for a moment I had forgotten that he was unbearable and I couldn't stand him, for a moment I had wanted him to make me cum. 

I held onto his big back and used my fingers to trace his muscles. Ryder was my dream, his body had tormented my mind for so long. Pretending like I didn't want to fuck him had been something I confirmed my mind to. I had dreamt of this moment for so damn long.

Ryder Hayes my brother's best friend, the very man I had hated for taking my brother's attention away from me was fucking me so good, I could literally feel myself about to explode. 

“Ryder, what if Ethan finds out?”

I asked as he shoved and buried his dick deep into my pussy. I could feel my walls clench. Then he whispered in my ears.

“He doesn't have to know”

If Ethan knew I was in this position with his best friend he'd never forgive me, he would think it was my fault. Just then I could feel it, my legs shaking. My mind spiralling into another world. 

“Fuck, I'm cumming. I'm fucking cumming”

Just then Ryder stood up and the strangest thing happened 

“Victoria, why are you doing this?”

Everything blurred. A moment ago he was thrusting me.

“Wake up Victoria. You can't keep doing this to yourself”

I realized it wasn't his voice. It was my brother's then I looked at the door open up into light. 

I opened my eyes and it was mortifying to see that my brother and my father were standing in my room. It was a dream. Why would I dream of fucking Ryder Hayes?

***

“You can't keep doing this to yourself”

My dad's words echoed through my hangover; this was the very last thing I wanted.

“What are you guys doing in my room?”

I circled around the room and I couldn't even remember how I got here. This was not what I expected to wake up to, at least not after having that type of dream.

“Tori, we're sick of this. You keep acting like a spoilt brat”

Ethan's words backed up my dad's. 

“It's okay, I get it. You don't have to be a push over all the time”

I said as I stood up and scouted the room for water.

“Push over? Is that what I am to you? Tori, just last week you were in the middle of a couple of drunk hobos. Do you ever stop for a second to think what this might be doing to dads image?”

Ethan had to always present himself as the perfect child to everyone but somehow along the line he forgot to be my brother.

“Ethan it's enough”

My dad finally came to my rescue.

“Thank you so much dad. He's only making my hangover even worse.”

The maid magically appeared with a glass of water, my father picked it up and handed it over to me.

“Victoria…”

“It's Tori. Dad”

I felt the nerve to correct him because Victoria was a totally different person from who I was.

“Do you remember what happened last night?”

I finished a glass of water and the maid poured another as I actually thought about it.

“Nope, I can't remember. I was too drunk to even know where I was-”

“Do you know how dangerous-”

“Ethan”

My father's voice resounded and held Ethan's words to a halt as I gulped down another glass. 

“Victoria, I must remind you as your father that you're too old for all of this. You're graduating this year”

“I don't even know how that's possible”

Ethan murmured.

“And you're not a mindless teenager again. You can't continue like this. I won't have you bicker with your brother”

“For fuck’s sake”

I said out of frustration. I had heard this speech countless times before I wasn't about to hear it again.

“Don't cuss”

I stayed quiet. My dad looked pretty worn down. I almost felt guilty for stressing him this much, I just couldn't help it at times.

He took a deep breath, walked to the corner and sat down on an old rocking chair and decided to say something. I was tired of the suspense.

“You’re old enough. If you can't take care of yourself I don't know when you're going to learn. So take this as the last straw. If you this one more time, I would be forced to make a decision we would both regret”

On that note he stood up and left. I was relieved that the lecture was over, I could finally get along with my door and get pain killers for my headache.

“Oh my god Ethan my head bangs. Wait, where's Liv and Sea. The last I remember is-”

“Tori, you can't keep doing this to dad. He's old. You're just so selfish and-”

“And what?”

I didn't even know when I snapped. 

“You're so full of yourself and all you do is think of yourself. You keep partying and getting drunk. It's like you love putting our family name on the news for the wrong reasons Tori”

“I can't believe you. I can't fucking believe you. Like you think I like this? You think I just wanna get wasted?”

“I don't know, you tell me Tori. Why do you do this?”

I took a deep breath and stared at him, tears already covering my eyelids.

“I have no one, since nom died it's as if I lost the only person that sees me in this house. Dad was hardly around and you. You just shut me off”

“You're doing it again, Tori. Blaming your behavior on moms death. You're not the only one that had to deal with it, we almost had to-”

“We all had to distract ourselves from the pain. Dad had work and you had hockey and it got worse when you met Ryder. It's as if I became invisible to you”

I didn't know when I started crying. Everything in me broke down, all the pain I had been trying to hide just balled out with tears on my cheeks then, I felt Ethan's hand on my back. It was so alien. 

“I'm really sorry. Look, I know it's been difficult for almost of us especially you because you were the closest to her but getting wasted won't change anything”

I don't even know when I shoved his hands off but I did it so fast I was barely thinking when I yelled at him

“Leave me alone and get out. You have no idea the struggles I've ha

d to face”

He lifts his hand and I wish he would embrace me at that moment but he runs. Like he always does. To hockey, to Ryder.