We observe her mother. Not in the way we watch Ari, of course; that’s different. We just wouldn’t wish the same pain on her that we endured. Her mother plays the dutiful wife, does her part, as does Ari. But this isn’t the 1900s, and as much as I want a submissive in the bedroom, that would never be our wish outside of it. At least, not in front of anyone else.
Ari begins to buck into her toy now, breaking me out of my thoughts, my attention solely on her as I fist my cock faster, squeezing myself harder.
Fuck!
Would her pussy be warm and tight, wet and all-consuming? I can only imagine.
Hunter and I agreed not to touch her, but even I can see his restraint beginning to fracture.
He thinks I don’t notice the subtle touches he gives her when he thinks I’m not looking. Fuck, I even caught him sniffing her hair as he snuck up behind her while she was cleaning and dancing with her headphones in, oblivious to the erection he was sporting.
I should know, since I was sporting one too, because our girl has some moves.
“That’s it, freckles,” I grunt as I watch the way her lips part on a moan.
I know she’s close with the way her body coils tight, her limbs shaking. Thank fuck the quality of the footage is good. Her bedroom might still be bathed in darkness, but I can see everything I need to as I watch her finally succumb to her orgasm.
“Yes, just like that.” I curse as I come right along with her. Fucking hell, she’s mesmerising.
She tosses the vibrator on the bed, her chest rising and falling as she throws her arm over her face.
I reach for some tissue and wipe myself up, my dick still twitching from being semi-hard. I wonder if it will be the same when I finally have her. The thought of filling her beautiful cunt is my ultimate fantasy.
I type out a quick message
Harrison: Did you come thinking of me, just like I did of you?
I watch as she reaches for her phone, her lips curving into the most stunning smile as she replies, the light from the screen highlighting her flushed cheeks.
Our Obsession: I did, thank you.
Her eyes drift closed, as I knew they would. She always falls back to sleep after a morning orgasm.
Chapter 3
Ari
I moan into my pillow, the vibration of my phone’s alarm unwelcome. It’s not that I mind waking early, especially not after that fantastic orgasm, but because I’m so done being everyone’s skivvy around here.
Things were fine until they weren’t, and my mum remarried. As far as stepfathers go, he could be worse, but he could also be better. He’s strict when it comes to me. His views on women, one might say, are archaic, but what other choice do I have?
His sons are devils personified. Okay, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but I swear the way they get to swan around doing exactly as they please pisses me off.
It’s like they go out of their way to rub it in my face and antagonise me. Well, that’s what it feels like anyway. I get it, sort of. They lost their mum, and then their dad remarried, but that’s not my fault.
I try to bite my tongue and make myself invisible, which is no easy feat. One of them is never far away.
Forcing myself out of bed, I head for my small ensuite. At least I have that, my own bedroom and bathroom.
I spend less than five minutes showering. I don’t have long before I need to make them all breakfast and get out the door so I don’t miss my train, even though I don’t need to be in college until lunchtime.
Today I’m going for comfort over style: a simple oversized T-shirt, a pair of leggings, and a cardigan.
Leaving my room, I lock my door, grateful to Mum for insisting I have a lock when we moved in. I’m rifling through my bag as I descend the first set of stairs when I walk straight into a wall of muscle.
Hands grip my upper arms, causing me to drop my bag to the carpet with a soft thud.
“Easy, Ari. I mean, if you’re desperate for a bit of this, all you have to do is say so. No need to throw yourself at me,” Hunter says, smirking.
