บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Hockey Stepbrother : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

I can count how many times I have let someone see me cry on one hand. I try as much as possible to keep my tears sucked up, because tears are a weakness, and letting someone see your weakness is a terrible idea that could be used against you later. So I tried not to cry in front of others. But for the second time in a short while, I was crying in front of someone again. But this wasn't the soft sob on Lilian’s shoulder: this was wailing. Ugly tears, if you will, filled with so many things I didn't want to feel.“Fuck you!” I screamed as I hit his chest again. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”He didn't move. He did nothing to stop me or catch my fists. He just let them keep coming down on his chest, over and over again. And that only made me angrier, and the tears more intense. “So what if I don't want to get you dirty?!” I screamed, looking up at his face and his pained expression. “What if I don't want you tainted?! What’s so bad about that, Jackson? You don't know anything!” Anothe

She wasn't in the hotel room when I came back. I sighed as I took off my shirt, running my hand through my hair. We really needed to talk about this. This was a new country for her, somewhere she wasn't familiar with, and every time she stayed out without answering her phone, my mind went straight to the worst fucking places. I picked up my phone, about to call her and hope to God it didn't go to voicemail when the door opened. I stiffened, my eyes glued to the door as I watched her step in, her hands once again full. And this time, there was a bottle of alcohol there.I scoffed softly as I dropped the phone.“Hey, you,” I said softly, my voice coming out rough for whatever reason.“Jackson,” she said as she shut the door with her foot, turning to face me with her eyebrows pulled together. This right here was a sight I could definitely get used to. Siri, coming back with her nose red with cold, looking too small in her big coat and thick gloves that swallowed her small hands. It w

Was… was she blindfolding me with her bra? Was she seriously, fucking blindfolding me with her bra? My hand reached out, about to take it off. “Siri, wh–”“Sshh, shh, shh!” she hushed me as she smacked my hand away, and I just froze. “Yes, I'm blindfolding you with my bra, Jackson. And no, you cannot take it off.”“But you–”“Do you want me to do this or not?” she asked harshly, and I pressed my lips shut. “There. Good boy.”Oh Lord above. That did something to me I would never admit to anyone if a gun was pointed at my head. It made pleasure shoot up my spine, and my balls became heavy and tight, almost like I was about to… climax. Fuck, this woman was driving me crazy, and I was stuck between panic and arousal. Panic because I liked being in control and knowing what was about to happen to me. Arousal because control had been snatched from my hands by this beautiful creature. I wanted to see her face, but at the same time I wanted my imagination to run wild.Oh Lord, I was so bloo

SIRIWhen I woke up in the morning with a bitter taste in my mouth, a headache pounding against my temple like it wasn't happy to be there—well, neither am I, buddy—and a hard, warm body pressed against my back, a large hand on my stomach, one thing hit me squeeze on the face; I was fucked.Fucked. Fucked. Fucked. Say it with me: FUCKED. Yes, because what the fuck was that last night? Why the hell had I done… any of that? I had learned one thing and thought to experiment on him? Right now, I was cursing my perfect memory after drinking. I wished it could be blurry, but also… I didn't want that. When I remembered how he looked, naked with his perfect demigod-like body, his abs clenching and unclenching, his dick erect and angry-looking. When I think about those sounds he made, how he had moaned my name, oh God, it had me rubbing my thighs together. I remember every single detail: what he tasted like in my mouth, how I could almost taste his manly scent, and I could still taste his

I wasn't hesitant to kiss him back. My arms flew up to wrap around his neck, and his hands roughly grabbed my waist, pressing me flushed to his hard, naked body. His tongue pushed into my mouth, curling around mine before he sucked hard on it, and I moaned into his mouth, grinding myself against his thigh.The kiss felt like we were devouring each other, like we wanted to swallow each other whole, and none of us had plans to take it easy or slow. Jackson kissed me like he wanted to get it all out of his chest, like the only outlet for his intense emotions was this hard kissing. I kissed him like I was on fire, and the only way it was going out was from his hard lips on mine. He turned with his arms still on my waist, pressing my back to the wall, his body still glued to mine, leaving not an inch between us. Then he started grinding on me. I moaned deeply and long into his mouth as his hard, naked dick ground into my core with my wet clothes in the way. But the clothes didn't bother