5

It never fucking ends.

As seconds turn into minutes on the screen, I milk my dick dry, relishing the image he’ll soon see of my hand, coated in cum, as it beats my cock in time with my heaving breaths.

When my pulse returns to a semblance of normal, I hit send⁠—

A loud bang on the door startles me, and I jump ten miles into the air.

“You in there, fuckface? If you’re not in the car in five, we’re leaving without you.” Cole’s voice drips with humor.

Oh, right, I need my car fixed so I don’t have to catch rides from my insufferable stepbrother.

Allie’s hand feels strange in mine as I walk us down the drive. It’s warm, the sun already beating down on my face. I screw my eyes as she stops in front of me, blinded by the sun.

“What?”

“Do you still love me?” she questions, pouting like a child.

I frown. “Why are you asking me that?”

With a sigh, she pops out her hip as if she’s bored. “Just say yes or no.”

“You’re the one opening your legs for other people, handing out blowjobs left and right, sending pictures of your tits to your professor, and you have the audacity to ask me that?”

“I guess I just need reassurance. You said you forgave me.”

I hum and cross my arms.

She leans up on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek. “I know you’re in love with me, Cole. You don’t need to say it and feel bad. I’m sorry I keep messing up. Please have sex with me tonight. I’ll make everything better, I promise.”

Same speech, different day. I’m starting to think I should break up with her to save myself from looking like an idiot to others. I’m kind of fed up with beating up people she’s snuck around with.

Allie hurries around the front of the car to get to the passenger side. I stare at her ass, which is barely covered by the short skirt she intentionally wore to tease me since I’m not fucking her, and it…does nothing for me.

Seeing my girl’s ass should drive me insane. I should feel lucky enough to call her mine, if I ignore all the cheating and the shitty personality. As much as she’s fucked around on me multiple times, I’ve never gone elsewhere.

People on the outside of our relationship might think differently, but I have no interest. No attraction. My emotions are apparently nonexistent past anger. I don’t look at someone and think “I would fuck them.” Nothing that would drive me to stick my dick elsewhere.

Well…unless it was in a brutal act of forced face-fucking and unknown messages to use as blackmail.

I sigh and pull my cigarettes out, lighting one while I open my door.

The phone I bought yesterday dings in my pocket as I settle behind the wheel. Allie’s already touching up on her bright red lips in the pull-down mirror like she didn’t just spend an hour doing her makeup. I probably have a stain on my cheek.

“How do I look?” she asks me, tipping her head to the side, trying to be enticing.

I move a blonde curl behind her ear. Forcing the softest voice I can muster, I say, “Beautiful.”

The blush running up her chest and neck hits her face, and she lets out a giggle and looks away, pulling her phone out to most likely tell the world what I just said with a fake caption. It’ll have too many hashtags about having the best boyfriend ever and relationship goals.

I didn’t lie. Being with Allie makes sense. I get to be as laid back as I want, and she gets to do whatever the fuck she wants. If I need a date, she’s there. If she needs a date, I’m there. It works. It’s comfortable. It’s⁠—

“Your mom told you to stop smoking in your car.”

Blaise appears at my door, reaching through my window to pull the smoke from between my lips, but I capture his wrist and squeeze harshly. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

He snatches my throat with his other hand, pinning me to the back of my seat, and squeezes until I struggle for breath. It’s a battle of who can squeeze the hardest, and fuck, my eyes feel pressure building behind them, and my lungs burn.

As I nearly crush his fucking wrist, he glares, but doesn’t falter.

Allie yanks at my shoulder. “Come on, you two! Don’t start fighting again!”

I can’t contain the grin, releasing him and waiting for him to do the same. The rage in his eyes tells me he would love to keep going, that refusing my lungs of another full, clear breath would bring him joy. He’s got a depraved little mind, even though he’s fooled everyone into thinking he’s normal and I’m the defective one.

Mia and Blaise get in the back, and I try to keep a straight face when I see how flushed he is under all that pent-up anger, knowing why and what evidence awaits me.

I didn’t think he would cave so easily. I expected him to tell me to fuck off and block my number, not do as I told him. For the first time ever, I was intentionally looking at his dick. I didn’t accidentally walk in on him and Mia, or him in the shower.

I wanted to fuck with him, make him sweat and panic and wonder whose dick was in his mouth, but the taunting did a one-eighty on me, and I had to slip into the nearest spare room and lock the door. Even when Mia was giving him a handy under the table, I saw the way his eyes glued to mine and his cheeks went red.

He was embarrassed I caught him, but he didn’t try to stop her hand or at least look at the fucking wall behind my head. His eyes were on mine.

It annoyed me. How could she do that in front of our parents and he just allowed it? Why the fuck would he stare at me while his girlfriend stroked his cock?

I told Allie that Mia was talking shit about her at the party, which is probably not a lie. I knew she wouldn’t wait to question her best friend.

Honestly, I was waiting for them to fight and put an end to their friendship. I already spend too much time with my asshole little stepbrother, and he’s now a freshman in my college. Why would I want to see him more?

But as usual, Mia and Allie continue to be joined at the hip. I suppose they do share a dorm room – another shitty point for me to go with the rest of my bad luck.

“How are you feeling now, Blaise?” my girlfriend asks him. “Mia said you weren’t doing too good after the party last weekend.”

“Yeah,” he replies, coughing to clear his throat. “I’m fine.”

I turn up the radio to drown out their voices, holding in my scoff. The day after the party, he could barely talk, sounding all hoarse as if he’d been throat-fucked too roughly.

His eye was swollen too from me punching him, and when Mom asked him what happened and he said he couldn’t remember, I was to blame for getting him drunk and not looking after him.

He was nearly late for practice because he was in the shower for fucking hours. I had to drive him. He stayed silent the entire time – not that we talk anyway.

It’s the same every day. Not even a fucking thank you for letting him ride with me to school. Mom wants me to bond with Blaise more since she knows we can’t stand each other. We fight. We argue. We find every opportunity to go against the other.

We live nearby, so we don’t stay on campus. It’s easier that way. I don’t need to worry about surviving on no money or suffering by having an idiotic roommate.

Once I stop outside Mia and Allie’s dorm, they both climb out. She leans into my window. “Are you still coming over tonight? Mia won’t be home.”

I nod and grab her jaw, pulling her mouth to mine and slipping my tongue against hers. I can feel Blaise staring while I kiss her, like he always does when I’m with my girlfriend. It brings me joy when I open my eyes and see through the mirror that he’s glaring to the side and ignoring Mia whispering in his ear.

Wiping the lipstick from my mouth with the back of my hand, I drive off with Blaise still in the backseat.

“You shouldn’t lead her on,” he says, shaking his head. “It’s disrespectful and makes you look like even more of an asshole.”

I roll my eyes and grab my packet of cigarettes, lighting one up and waiting for him to scold me on that too. But when he doesn’t, I turn the radio up even louder and speed off toward the garage while 3TEETH fills the car.