Eyes on Me (Salacious Players’ Club)

Garrett

“Mia, wait up,” I shout, but she’s speed walking home. After we bolted from the bar, Mia has avoided even looking at me. She took off in a sprint up the long, dark road that leads back to the house, and all I can think about are the people leaving the bar after too many drinks and not seeing the short, furious woman walking too close to the road.

It’s not until we’re standing in front of the house that I finally catch up to her. She’s rushing for the door, but I’m not ready to let her go just yet. I grab her arm to stop her, but she quickly pulls away. “Leave me alone, Garrett!”

“Me? What the hell did I do?”

She spins on me with angry tears in her eyes. “Aren’t you going to give me shit about the naked photos? Or the fact that I almost fell for an asshole who just wanted to use me for bragging rights? Or about the fact that I’m a camgirl?”

She draws out the last one, making it clear that that was her secret all along. I see the shame in her eyes, and I don’t even have the guts to tell her that I already knew she was a camgirl because that would require me telling her how I know that.

“I’m not going to give you shit about that, Mia. Is that really what you think about me? That all I do is tease you?”

Her face changes to shock. “That is all you do!” she shouts. “Well, it used to be, but you’re acting so weird this week. It’s like I don’t even know you.”

“So I changed. People aren’t allowed to change?”

“And what is all of this talk about ‘leaving with you’ and ‘you giving me what he can’t’? You know…Reese was right. You do want to fuck me, but I just can’t understand why. This…whatever this is…was never here before.”

I’m so busy staring at her mouth while she yells at me, all fired up and looking cute as fuck. And just hearing her talk about how I want to fuck her has me unhinged. I’m a little drunk. She’s a lot drunk.

In the back of my mind, I know it’s wrong, but it doesn’t stop me as I quickly close the distance between us, shoving her against the side of the house as I lower my mouth within inches of hers. “I wish I fucking knew why, but I can’t stop thinking about you. Don’t get me wrong—you still drive me insane. You’re bratty as fuck, and I don’t know if I want to strangle you or shut you up with my cock in your mouth, but seeing that photo of you tonight put me over the edge, Mia. I don’t care that you’re my stepsister, and I don’t give a fuck that you’re a camgirl.”

Our mouths crash together with wild energy. She tastes like berries and cinnamon, and I take her pouty bottom lip between my teeth, tugging just enough to make her whimper. She meets my mania with her own, latching onto the back of my neck and pulling me closer as our tongues tangle and our bodies grind. We are frantic, devouring each other, hands and lips fighting for as much contact as possible. I kiss her neck, her earlobe, her chest as her hands fumble for my belt buckle.

God, she tastes so fucking good. There’s something familiar about kissing her and also like I’m learning a whole new side of her just through this kiss. It has me wanting to learn everything about her. With my mouth.

I stop the movement of her hands at my belt when I reach down and grab her by the back of her legs, pulling up until she wraps them around me. She moans as she feels my hard length grind against her. Then I carry her around to the back of the house, toward the door that leads to the basement. Our mouths don’t break contact for one second.

Once I get the door open, we stumble inside, and I take her straight into the bedroom. Leaving the lights off, I drop her onto the mattress.

“I fucking need you, Mia. You have no idea.”

“I need you too,” she cries, reaching for me. I tear off my shirt before climbing over her and resume kissing her neck.

My mind is swirling with thoughts as I savor the taste and feel of her, an overload of sensation, and behind all of that is a chorus of excitement. Thank fuck this is finally happening. Finally for me, and finally for us.

“Garrett,” she gasps, and I stop to look down at her. “A truth for a truth?”

My brain is struggling to grasp her words. I just want to keep touching her and kissing her. “What? Yeah, sure.”

Then, I’m back on her, pulling up her shirt and peeling her bra aside, so I can latch my lips around her nipple. My cock is straining against the zipper of my pants, and her hands are still there, lingering around my belt, and I’m fucking begging her to touch it.

“Okay, tell me the truth,” she says with a gasp, as I squeeze the pink bud of her right breast between my fingers. “Were you watching me today? In the shower?”

“Yes,” I reply without hesitation. And her response is a breathy moan as if she gets off on the idea of me watching her.

“Do you like that, baby? You want me watching you while you make yourself come?”

She bites her lip as she replies, “Uh-huh.”

“Good, because I like watching you, Mia. I like watching you play with this pretty pussy.”

I slide my hand down her body until I reach the bottom of her tiny shorts, and I ease two fingers between the denim and the fabric of her wet panties.

She cries out again. “Garrett, touch me, please.”

It’s too easy to drag her panties and shorts to the side to access the wet lips of her cunt. And I love the way her soft, hairless skin feels against my hand. When I find her clit, I muffle her cries with my mouth, kissing her hard as I circle the sensitive nub. Her hips grind against my hand, lifting from the bed.

Her hands fall away from my belt, but I don’t care at the moment. As badly as I need this, I can wait. I want to explore every inch of her before she touches my cock.

God, without even entering her, I can feel how tight she is. I can’t help myself as I dip my middle finger in, and holy fuck, it’s almost too tight to get one finger in.

She whimpers, still grinding her hips upward toward my hand. “That feels so good.”

“You’re so fucking tight, Mia.” I growl into the skin of her neck.

Her response is a delicious laugh that I feel through the kiss against her throat. “Well, that’s what I was trying to tell you. That’s my truth.”

“What is? That you’re tight?” I reply with a laugh.

“That I’m a virgin, you idiot.”

I try to laugh again, but it doesn’t come out. Instead, I freeze and stare down at her, trying to gauge if she’s kidding or not. My middle finger is still buried knuckle deep inside her.

“Wait, are you serious?”

Her smile falters. “Yeah, it’s not a big deal. I want to have sex. I just wanted you to know.”

Slowly, I pull my hand out of her shorts and hover over her body, so we’re no longer touching. My mind is so focused on this new information, trying to make sense of it.

“Are you really going to freak out about this?” she asks, sounding impatient and annoyed.

A groan slips through as I roll away from her. “Fuck, Mia. How…”

“Why does it even matter? Who cares if it’s my first or my fiftieth? You seriously don’t want me now?”

“I just need a moment to think, okay?”

But being the stubborn little brat that she is, she doesn’t listen. She slides her hands around my waist and eats up the space between us, gazing up into my eyes as she whispers, “Didn’t that feel so good, though? Why do we have to stop?”

I squeeze my eyes closed. “First, because you’re drunk. And I can’t do that.”

“But we were just about to—”

“Mia, you can’t lose your virginity to your thirty-six-year-old stepbrother. You just…can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t even like me. You’re only turned on because I’m flirting with you and touching you to make you feel good, but you’ll regret it later. I promise.”

“Why don’t you worry about yourself and leave the virginity decision to me?”

“Okay, but the fact remains that we’re still drunk,” I say, slightly relieved to have a valid excuse. It’s not that I don’t want to fuck Mia because she’s a virgin. In fact, I love the idea of being the only man to touch her. The only one to feel her body from the inside. To fill her up and know the sounds she makes as I pound into her.

But this new information adds a whole layer of complexity to this already confusing situation. I’m not ready to really digest all of this yet.

“Come on,” I mumble, pulling back the comforter, so we can both climb under it. “We both need to sleep off the alcohol. And we’ll talk about this tomorrow.” She pouts, but I see the sleepiness in her eyes.

And I was right. As soon as her head hits the pillow, she starts to drift off. I grab my shirt off the floor and slip it back on, before exchanging my jeans for sweats and climbing back into bed next to her.

I watch her sleep for a while, trying to understand how someone like her could have gotten so far without having sex even once. And how on earth she could want to break that streak with someone like me.