Their parents had been just a few feet down the hall in their bedroom, and that should have had his arousal colder than fucking ice.
But no, his dick was so hard it ached, and his balls were drawn up tight. He reached down and palmed himself, closing his eyes and groaning at the feel.
He was an even bigger fucker for what he was about to do, and that was jerk off while thinking about Lyric. He couldn’t help it, needed to release this pressure in him, and he knew if he didn’t the tension in his whole body would be too much.
Pushing away from the door he went to his bed, lay down on it, and stared at the ceiling for a second. And then he tore his towel away and grabbed his cock.
He thought about Lyric in nothing but a pair of white panties, her pussy visible through the transparent material.
She’d be braless, her big tits swaying slightly, her nipples hard. He held in his groan at the visual he was creating.
Starting to really stroke himself, Landon kept his eyes closed and pictured what he’d do to Lyric, how he’d lay her on his bed, spread her thighs, and smooth his hands down her inner legs.
He’d touch her pussy, stroke her clit, and make her come for him. She’d be begging for more by the time she got off, and he’d give her so much she couldn’t even think straight let alone walk.
His throat tightened as pleasure moved through his body, starting at the base of his spine and encompassing every inch of him. He stroked his cock faster, applying more pressure, and knew he’d come before he really even started. Fuck, I want her.
Chest rising and falling hard, breathing coming in short bursts, and the pleasure coming on stronger, he knew he couldn’t hold off from coming.
His abdomen clenched, his muscle tensed, and his jaw went tight as his orgasm rushed to the surface.
The hot jets of his cum sprayed along his chest as he let go, and all the while he thought about Lyric, about how he wanted to make her his, have his cock deep in her pussy.
When he was finally able to breathe normally, he opened his eyes and continued to stare at the ceiling. After a prolonged moment he sat up, looked down at the mess he’d made, and felt self-disgust fill him.
He’d just jerked off thinking about his stepsister and all the fucking dirty things he wanted to do to her.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, he knew this was messed-up, that being with her would cross a line. He wasn’t one to follow the rules, never had been, but this was different, so fucking different he knew he could seriously screw everything up.
That wasn’t something Landon thought he could do, not even to appease the selfish bastard inside of him.
Chapter
Seven
Lyric didn’t know why she’d decided to come with Marie to the party. She didn’t even like half of the people here because they were part of the jock and “popular” clique, which meant they were assholes a lot of the time.
“Come on, lighten up,” Marie said from beside her, her voice raised as the music was loud.
“I’m relaxed, just not understanding why you wanted to come here so bad.” She looked over at her friend, but Marie was too busy scanning the crowd.
“You think Ryker will be here?” Marie asked, not looking at Lyric.
Ryker, one of Devon’s friends, wasn’t so much of an asshole as the group of guys he hung out with.
“Is that why you wanted to come tonight?” Lyric asked, and Marie stopped and looked at her.
“No,” Marie said, but her cheeks turned red. “I mean we’ve been talking, not in front of his friends or anything, but in Study Hall we’ve been talking.” Marie was stuttering now, and Lyric couldn’t help but laugh. “Come on, let’s get a beer. Maybe that will help us relax.”
Lyric didn’t even know whose house this was, but it didn’t matter, because she felt like she didn’t fit in, especially when a few of the uptight bitches from her school, all gathered in their clique, stared her down.
“Don’t worry about them. They’re just jealous.”
Lyric looked at Marie. “Jealous of what? I’m fat compared to them, and my popularity status is next to zero.”
“You don’t see the guys constantly staring at you?” Marie asked, shock in her voice. “You have curves, girl, and that’s what guys like. You think they want to fuck a skeleton?”
Lyric nearly choked at what Marie just said. “They might be staring, but it isn’t because they want me.” Lyric turned and started looking around the room again. People were shoulder to shoulder in the living room, and Marie grabbed Lyric’s hand and they pushed their way into the kitchen.
The smell of beer, sweat, and dirty sex permeated the air.