EroticReverie

Chanel - one week later…

It was beyond frustrating. Because Zayne was right. I was at war with him. Battling over who was really in control. Both of us teasing one another , making comments , touching each other and brushing up against one another whenever we were around. 

He hasn’t tried to see anymore of my body. And it’s frustrating. I want him to need to fucking see my body like he did in the gym. Or was it just like he said, a game and nothing more? The fact I was even questioning it, meant the fucker was winning. I’m the one who wins! Not the fucking guys I toy with. Yes I was only seventeen, almost eighteen. But it’s not like he was THAT much older. He’s twenty two, it’s not like her a grown fucking man. He’s still a little fucking boy compared to some of the men ive seduced. But now the game was simply a test of wills.  He wanted me. I could fucking tell. No matter how much his little games made me question it. And I wanted him too. No matter how much I acted like I didn’t give a shit , I was sure he knew I wanted him just as bad as he wanted me. And the little game we were fucking playing was making the want and the desire to fuck him stupid even more intense. 

My parents haven’t been home since the night of the engagement party.  Zayne claims he’s staying here cause his new house is being “renovated”. Such bullshit. Because I drove to his fucking house. And there’s not a god damn bit on construction going on there. He wants to be here. With me. He wants to fucking play with me. 

But tonight. I would take the upper hand. I had to. I couldn’t let him fucking win. And he only made the game easier by having his friends over tonight. They were all downstairs. Drinking and playing cards with a few other guys.  

I walk downstairs in a pair of white cotton panties and a thin strapped tank top that clings to my body. I pinch my nipples hard before walking down stairs and into the kitchen. 

They’re in one of the massive rooms that’s been fashioned into an entertainment type of room.  It has a poker table , pool table. A buffet of cigars and crystal decanters full of amber colored liquors among other entertainment pieces, a two lane bowling alley, a whole bunch of bullshit that I’ve yet to bother with since moving in right before the engagement party. 

They can’t see me. But I make sure to make enough noise coming down the stairs for Zayne to know I’ve come down. I go into the kitchen and look in the fridge for something to eat.  Pulling out some leftovers the chef portioned into glass dishes and pop one in the microwave as I go to grab a glass.

I smirk to myself as I hear footsteps. Bingo. 

“Well, hello there” a voice that’s not Zaynes says. I turn around and find a guy in dark jeans and black shirt and slicked back hair eyeing my ass. 

“Hi.” I say with a sweet smile and then turn back around and then look at the cupboard of glasses. I already had a glass, but, now I needed one higher up, the poor helpless little me couldn’t reach. 

“Can you, um, grabs me that glass?” I ask , pointing high up and singling out a wine glass. 

“Of course I can” his voice is deep nots a great voice and I can’t lie. The way it sounds like thunder rolling through his chest , much like Zaynes, has my bare toes curling against the floor. He’d do. 

“Thanks” I give a soft little reply and smile and look over my shoulder. Not moving out of the way at all as he smirks and comes closer. 

“That one” I point again facing the cupboard.

Men are fucking animals. I’ve learned that much. So it’s no surprise he places one hand on my waist. On the sliver of skin between my panties and tank top when he leans over me. Purposely grinding against my ass. I give a little gasp and look over my shoulder and up at him as he draws the wine glass down to the counter. I fake my shock and nervousness. 

“Th-thank you” I say with a breathy little exhale. 

“Watch out for that one. She fucking bites.” Zaynes voice interrupts and the guy turns around. 

“She belong to you?” The guy asks. 

“Yup” Zayne answers.

“No” I laugh at the same time and Zayne smirks as his friend looks between us confused. 

“He wishes” I hiss. 

Zayne smirks at the attitude in my voice and the the glare I level with him with. His friend looking at me with raised brows.  Oops. Guess I forgot to keep my innocent little mask in place. 

“Told you. She bites.” Zayne says. 

“I’m his step sister” I say to the guy and he looks to Zayne. 

“True. Unfortunate. But true.”

He says and shrugs as his friends from the other day walk in. Along with two more guys. 

“Whooooaaa” Vincent says and I smirk at him. 

I wonder if Zayne told his friends about the party. How he’s seen my tits and seen me fuck. Or if he told them about the gym. 

“Good to see you again” Kaleb says with a grin. Shamelessly looking me up and down with the rest of them.  

“Miss me?” I cock my head with a little wink and Kaleb nods with a stupid little grin as the other guys laughs slightly. 

“Who’s this?” Another guy asks that I don’t know. 

“His step sister.” Damon his other friend answers. 

“My seventeen year old step sister. So put your dicks away. She’s off limits.” Zayne says and I pout. 

“Awww , just because you’re not getting any , means nobody else can?” I ask and his friends bite back laughter. 

“I get plenty sweetheart. I just don’t get it behind open doors or feel the need to display it .” He replies with a slow grin and my jaw ticks. 

“Heard it was a good show though.” Kaleb says and I keep my glare on Zayne. So he DID tell them. I wonder if he told them because he liked what he saw or if he told them and laughed.  And I hate the way my cheeks heat as their soft chuckles fill the kitchen. 

“Invite us next time” Damon says. I lick my lips. Wetting them. 

“To watch , or be a part of the show?” I ask and watch Zaynes nostrils flare as Damon grins and my eyes go to Damon and I wink. 

“Either one is fine with me” I say and the guys all laugh or curse under their breath. 

“Don’t you have dolls to play with ? Or something more useful to do? Or is your only hobby being a cock tease and jail bait slut?” Zayne asks and I bite my tongue. His friends all sucking in a breath.  He was trying to hurt my feelings. And he wouldn’t. 

“Who’s teasing?” I ask , not blinking and cock my head slightly.  

“Or is your only hobby being a cock block to your friends?” I hiss. 

“Seventeen huh?” The guy who grabbed the glass for me , looks me up and down as I turn to him. 

“You want her? Have at her. Those legs spread like fucking butter for anyone who wants it.”

Zayne says and my head whips back to him and scowl. 

“Sounds like someone is mad he can’t spread the fucking butter” I say with a sarcastic smile and bat my lashes as the others in the room watch our tension filled show down. 

“Shiiiiit” Damon laughs. “You got your hands full” he slaps Zayne on the shoulder. 

“I’m gonna head out” he says to Zayne, then looks to me and the other guys. “This is our queue to leave.” He mutters and the guys chuckle. 

“Nice meeting you jail bait” the guy who got me the wine glass says and I rip my eyes from Zayne who is glaring at me. 

“Stay, we can-“

“Oh no, nah” he laughs and shakes his head. “I’m good. No jail for me kid. Hit me up when you’re eighteen though. If you two haven’t ripped each other apart”

“Why the fuck doesn’t my step sister look like that?”

One of the other guys says as they exit the room. All of them clapping Zaynes shoulder, a few throwing parting glances to me over their shoulder as they leave. 

Zayne walks over to me as the front door closes. Our eyes both locked. Having a fucking staring contest. 

“What am I gonna do with you , hmm?” He asks. His voice less fierce , less angry now that our audience is gone and he lifts his hand to my shoulder. Pushing my hair behind it and then grazes then backs of his knuckles over the front strap of my tank top and down over the top of my breast. His hand falling away before it grazes my hard nipple.  But his eyes do the grazing as he stares at my tits. Grinning to himself. I swallow hard and take a deep breath and exhale as he grabs my waist and I gasp as he grabs me and lifts me up onto the counter. My legs spreading as he steps between them. 

“Fuck, you piss me off” he growls through clenched teeth as he grabs my hips and yanks my ass the edge of the counter as he grinds his cock against my panties.  And I fucking whimper. Fuck. He smirks at the sound. He’s fucking toying with me. Get it together. Play the fucking game Chanel. 

But he feels so fucking good. He’s so fucking hard and I know by the feel of him against me and the bulge in his pants that he’d feel even better inside of me. He’d fuck me so damn good. And I know it. 

“Feeling is mutual,.. asshole” I nearly growl and he smirks. 

“But your pussy is wet , isn’t it?” He smirks and grit my teeth.  

“Why don’t you find out Zayne?” I say and his eyes darken as I lift one arm around his neck and his chest heaves with a deep breath and I lock my legs around him and push my other hand to the counter as I grind on his dick. He groans and I smirk. 

“You fucking pervert” I whisper. “Is this all you can get? Young girls? Is that why you want me? Cause you chase little girls Zayne?” 

He snarls.

“You’re not a little girl” he says and then his hand is in my hair and I gasp as he pulls it hard and my head goes back and he growls as he brings his heavy breath to my ear. 

“Youre a whore sweetheart” he growls and grinds harder against me and I fucking moan. 

“What’s that make you then? You think I’m the whore? You’re the one hard for my pretty tits and teenage pussy, so what’s the make you Zayne? If I’m a whore. You’re a bigger one.” I hiss as we both dry hump one another and he groans. 

“Do you ever shut up?” He growls. 

“No” I breathe and he groans and I moan as his tongue licks over my fucking go to my ear. 

“You little fucking bitch” he grunts and I moan as I grab his shirt. “You’re such a little fucking cock tease” 

“Why? Cause you want it? And can’t fucking have it?” I pant. 

“I’m not the one that was deprived of attention and had to prance around in my fucking panties” he growls and then bites my neck and I groan. 

“You don’t like my panties Zayne?” I ask with a taunting moan. “It’s feels like you do”

“Shut the fuck up”he growls and I grab his hair in my fist and I’m the one yanking HIS hair as I press my lips to his neck and speak against his skin after rolling my tongue over him. God he tasted good. 

“Fucking make me” I hiss