Eyes on Me (Salacious Players’ Club)

Garrett

She’s avoiding me. I mean, why wouldn’t she? I humiliated her, turned her down, made her feel like shit for being a virgin, and then the kicker—suddenly I find out she’s been in love with me her whole life, and I’ve been treating her like shit.

After that long conversation with her on the app as Drake, I know I should get some rest. Maybe go for a run. Fuck, at this point, I should probably get in my car and drive back to Briar Point before I do something I’ll regret, but I have to see her.

Being Drake means that I can be the open book, open arms’ listener that she needs, but it also gives me a place to unload some secrets of my own. Like the ten years thing. A secret not even my best friend knows.

In the last three days, my whole fucking world has been flipped on its head. My stepsister is a camgirl. Suddenly, I’m attracted as fuck to her. And to top it all off—she’s in love with me.

I should do everything in my power to make her hate me—to really hate me. Help her get over me by being even more of an asshole to her. Show her I’m not worthy of her time or attention.

But I can’t help but love the idea that Mia actually cares about me. When was the last time I ever let a woman get that close to me? Over ten years ago, I know that.

Not that I’m actually considering something real with my stepsister. That’s not who I am.

It’s the afternoon by the time I finally get showered and dressed and head upstairs. The house is quiet, so I assume my parents are out doing whatever they do with their friends. I certainly hope they didn’t sneak into my room before they left to find Mia sleeping in my arms.

When I reach the main floor, I find Mia sitting alone in the dining room, listening to music with her earbuds while sketching in her journal. A smile tugs at my lips as I remember the god-awful sketch of her cat she showed to her viewers on her livestream. The devil herself, Betty, glares at me from the windowsill, as if she’s warding me off from getting close to her owner.

As I enter the kitchen, Mia glances up at me and then back down at her book. There’s something cold and stubborn in her expression. She’s mad at me, and she has no idea she’s just spent her morning pouring out her heart to me over chat. I should feel bad about that, but I don’t.

Yikes. I’m an asshole, aren’t I?

“You’re not still mad at me, are you?” I ask, leaning against the kitchen counter and staring at her. She’s in a white crop top and a long floral skirt. When she doesn’t respond, I walk over and snatch one of her earbuds out of her ears.

“Hey!” she barks.

“Don’t give me the cold shoulder. It’s juvenile.”

“You’re juvenile,” she replies angrily.

“Will you just talk to me?”

“No,” she replies, and I honestly wonder if this is the same girl who just confessed to being in love with me. Clearly, she can’t stand me.

“Will you let me apologize?”

“No.” She stands up and pushes past me toward the kitchen. I don’t stop her or grab her, no matter how much I want to. I watch in silence as she takes a glass from the cabinet and fills it with ice. Then, she takes a can of soda out of the fridge and, just before opening it, she turns to find me watching her.

“You’re mad at me because I won’t take advantage of you, you realize that, right?”

“No,” she replies, finally looking into my eyes, “I’m mad at you because you’re toying with my emotions. I don’t understand what’s going on with you, Garrett, but I don’t want to play these games. Thank you for looking out for me last night with Reese, but I think it’s best if you and I just go back to the way we were before.”

She leans against the counter and opens the can of soda in her hand.

I realize as I watch her, that I don’t want to go back to the way things were. Not at all, and I still don’t quite know what that means, but it’s the only thing keeping me in my place, staring at her with heavy emotion swirling around inside me.

“What do you do for those men on the app?” I ask, and her eyes dart up to my face with the abrupt subject change, one she’s clearly not comfortable talking about.

“It’s none of your business,” she bites back.

“Do you touch yourself for them? Let them watch you with toys?”

“You admitted to watching me in the shower yesterday. You have no room to talk!”

I take a step toward her, and her wild eyes shoot up to my face.

“No wonder you liked that. You’re an exhibitionist, Mia.”

“I am not,” she argues. I watch the delicate movement of her throat as she swallows with each step I take toward her, until I’m about a foot away.

“Yes, you are.”

“Then, you’re a voyeur!” she snaps.

“Sounds like we could have a lot of fun together,” I reply with a mischievous smirk.

“No. We are not doing this again, Garrett.”

“Well, I don’t know what else to do with all of this new chemistry between us, Mia, but I think I’m starting to understand.” I eat up every inch of space between us, pressing one of my legs between hers as I crowd her so much, she has to lean back on the counter. “I don’t want your virginity. I just want to play with you a little.”

A whimper escapes her lips as she trembles against me. “Like how?”

My smile grows as I lean my mouth down toward her neck. Instead of kissing it, I blow softly against her flesh, watching the way it shivers in response. “Show me what you show them.”

It takes her a moment to work up a response, and I know I don’t play fair, using her body against her, making it difficult to argue when everything between us feels so good. “Why should I? What’s in it for me?”

“You like to be watched, Mia. It makes you hot, doesn’t it?”

“I’m still mad at you,” she says, but it’s the gentle nudge of her face against my cheek that tells me she’s not as angry as she wants to be.

“So let’s get this over with. No sex, but a little fun, and then at the end of the week, we’ll go back to the way things were. We’ll get it out of our systems. You’re like a scratch I need to itch, Mia, and I can tell you feel the same way.”

She whimpers again. “Fine,” she hums, and I smile with pride. Then I glance down to see the ice in the glass she’s holding, and I get an idea.

“Take a piece of ice out of your glass,” I say in a low command.

She hesitates before slowly moving her hand toward the glass. After reaching in and pulling out a piece, she waits for further instruction. I pull away to watch her as I say, “Touch yourself with it. Start with your chest.”

After a deep, nervous inhale, she places the ice against her body and shivers on contact. Then, with her eyes on me, she moves the cold piece slowly across her chest. I pull the top of her deep V-neck shirt to the side, and she follows the movement, bringing it over the flesh of her breast. Goosebumps erupt in the wake of the cold.

Next, I peel back one side of her bra, exposing the round pink bud of her nipple. My dick twitches in my pants at the sight. I’m fighting the urge to touch her, reminding my cock that I watch—not touch.

Mia drags the ice cube over her nipple with a small gasp, and I watch as it quickly contracts, hardening at the tip.

“Tell me how that feels,” I say in a low murmur.

“It’s…intense,” she whispers.

“Let’s make it even more intense, shall we?”

Gazing into her ocean blue eyes, I lift the fabric of her skirt. Then, I guide her hand with the ice downward, and I watch with eagerness as it drifts over her tan belly and down to her inner thighs.

She gasps loudly, arching her back as she struggles to breathe. Her body is trembling with the intensity of the ice against her sensitive flesh, and it’s so fucking beautiful to watch. I’m about to snap.

My aching cock is resting against her hip, and I grind subtly against her, seeking the friction it craves. Everything about Mia turns me on. How did I never see this before? The fullness of her lips and the freckles scattered across her skin like stars. The way her body fits perfectly against mine.

I want to touch her. I need it.

Hooking my thumbs under the elastic of her panties, I pull them down to her knees and nudge her hand, covered in water from the melting ice, to her center. She tries to fight me, but eventually, her fingers find her clit, which I can tell because she lets out a shriek and clutches onto my arm as her body seizes.

It’s fucking beautiful to watch, but I’m struggling to keep my hands to myself. It’s been too goddamn long.

“Is your pussy hot, Mia?” I whisper in her ear. “It’s melting that ice fast, isn’t it?”

She nods. I move my hand over hers, feeling the water drip through her fingers as she swirls the ice cube over the warm folds of her cunt.

Sliding my fingers through hers, I tease her delicate skin, remembering the tightness around my single digit last night when I slipped inside her. I’m losing it.

“Does it make you hot knowing we could be caught?”

She hums her reply.

“Someone could walk in at any moment and find you touching yourself.”

She purrs against me, fidgeting her hips back and forth, fighting against the cold to find her pleasure. The intensity of the ice is making the heat of her fingers feel that much better.

And I can’t get enough of the look on her face as she chases her climax, but when she lets out a cry, shoving her hips against my hand, the last string holding me together snaps. I can’t take it anymore, and suddenly watching isn’t enough.

I grab an ice cube from her glass and pop it into my mouth. Her eyes widen as she watches me drop to my knees in frantic need. I’m not careful or delicate about it as I pull her body toward my mouth, attacking her cunt with my mouth.

She lets out a scream, digging her wet hand in my hair as she grinds against me. The ice on my tongue has her going wild, and right now, there’s nothing better than her perfect scent and the sounds she’s making. Her panties slide all the way to the floor, and I can’t get enough of her. I can’t believe my mouth is on Mia. This is insane, but she tastes, smells, and feels so fucking good.

“Garrett!” she cries out.

Nudging her backward, I guide her to the counter, and with one quick lift, I have her sitting on the surface, legs splayed open to me like a meal. And I bury my mouth against her. The ice is quickly melting, which is exactly what I want. By the time it’s gone, I want to have nothing but her coming on my tongue.

“God, you taste so good, Kitten,” I mumble against her sex. As soon as the pet name leaves my lips, I tense up. Fuck, why did I let that out? Is my shameless secret exposed already?

Luckily for me, she’s so distracted by the sensations of hot and cold on her body that she didn’t even hear me. Instead, she’s panting and gasping for breath, and I think she’s close.

Her legs wrap around my head as her body starts to tremble. I suck eagerly on her clit as she rides out her orgasm, letting out squeaks and whimpers of pleasure.

When her climax ends, the ice is melted and there’s water dripping down her legs, I kiss my way up her body. As I reach her face, I kiss her lips softly, but she doesn’t kiss me back. She can still be mad at me if she wants. As long as I can watch her do that again.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” she whispers as if she’s just realized she let her stepbrother lick her clit until she came.

“Mia, I love the way you look when you come. It’s so good I think I could get addicted to it.”

As she gazes up into my eyes, I know she’s thinking what I’m thinking. If we’re doing this to get it out of our systems, we’re fucked—because this feels too good to quit.