Veils of Rivalry Chapter 34

Cole's POV

Soap lathers on my chest, the music from my phone drowning out my surroundings. It vibrates, interrupting the song for a second, but I ignore whoever it is and stay under the water.

My head is spinning. I think the lack of sleep over the past few days, and being pissed off and ignoring all of Blaise’s messages to his stalker, and pretending he doesn’t exist in the house, is all starting to get to me.

I went to practice, and sure enough, Blaise was there, standing right in the spot Jackson usually is. My friend did show up, and I caught him whispering something to Blaise before laughing and going to the stands.

As if they were friends.

Or more.

The bathroom door opens – I thought I locked it?

Thinking Blaise will pop his head in, I’m mistaken when Mia slips inside and closes it behind her.

I narrow my eyes and tilt my head. “What do you want?”

Thankfully, the frosted, steamed-up glass hides my junk. Not that she’s caring since she’s pulling off her shirt and unbuttoning her pants.

I hesitate. “The fuck are you doing?”

“Shut up,” she retorts. “You’re starting to annoy me, Cole.”

I raise a brow and back away when she slides the shower screen over, stepping into the steam completely naked. “Are you still going to pretend?”

“If you don’t leave, I’ll tell Allie and Blaise you keep throwing yourself at me. It’s pathetic.” I keep my eyes on her face, refusing to look down at her body. “Mia. Whatever it is you think is going on, you need to stop.”

“I had to take a Plan B, then get checked for STDs, and you still think this is me throwing myself at you? Why are you pretending nothing happened that night?”

When she comes closer, rage hits me, and I snatch her throat, slamming her into the tiles. She gasps, her cheeks going bright red, but then her eyes widen when they slide to the side.

“Blaise,” she breathes.

I turn, keeping her in place still, to see him closing the door behind him and locking it. His eyes are snapping back and forth between me and my hand on Mia’s throat.

My grip tightens, feeling her pulse racing faster now that her boyfriend is here, her boyfriend, catching her in the act that isn’t an act but definitely looks like it.

Blaise’s attention isn’t on her at all, but me, his nostrils flaring. “What the fuck is going on in here?”

“It’s… It’s not what it looks like,” Mia cries, gasping and clawing at my wrist. I release her and step back. “We were just talking.”

Stepping forward, Blaise glances down at my cock, that thickens from his presence, painting me potentially guilty for trying to fuck his girl. Backing away from her more, I put myself under the sprays of warm water. “Get out,” I tell them both, giving them my back and bare ass. “I’m trying to shower.”

“Kneel.”

I freeze as I hear clothes hit the tiled floor. His shirt and pants are in my peripheral. Briefs next. Fuck, what is he doing?

Mia hesitates. “Right here? You want me to blow you in front of Cole?”

Glancing over my shoulder, I see him shake his head slowly, a glint of something in his eyes. “Kneel. I won’t repeat myself, Mia.”

Her eyes flicker between us as she lowers to her knees, but I’m trying not to look at Blaise naked. I’ve obviously seen him before, but I can’t help my body’s reaction. I’m getting solid, and my heart races in my chest.

“So beautiful,” Blaise says, and my jaw tenses at the way he looks at her. He glances over at me. “My girlfriend looks good on her knees, right?”

I turn to face him again, not bothering to cover my junk. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You want her? Go, have her. Right now.”

I roll my eyes.

“Blaise…” Mia goes to stand up, but Blaise holds her in place by the shoulder.

“Stay the fuck down.”

“What are you doing, man?” I ask again, both confused and…something else at the way he’s trying to dominate the situation.

“You’re hard,” Blaise says, smirking as he looks down at my stiff dick. He takes Mia’s jaw, squeezing to open it. “Suck him,” he orders.

Her eyes widen.

I step away, but he grabs my throat and tugs me back. My cock jumps, hitting Mia’s cheek, and I struggle to keep my groan in when Blaise lets go of my throat and wraps his fingers around my cock, dragging the swollen head across his girlfriend’s lips.

“Open up,” Blaise coos. “Make him feel good like the little whore you are.”

I don’t fight it. My eyes close as Mia’s tongue slips out and strokes the underside of my length, hesitant at first, but when she takes me into her mouth, my balls tighten. Blaise releases me, pushing her head so my tip hits the back of her throat and makes her gag.

“Keep going,” Blaise demands, stepping back from us completely, watching Mia sucking me off and sliding her hands up my thighs.

It feels good, but the fact Blaise is watching drives me insane. I’m thickening with every suck and lick, and my hips meet each bob of her head.

I open my eyes, watching him watch us, looking painfully hard.

We keep our eyes locked as Mia gags and slurps and deepthroats me. The sensation rushing in my veins isn’t from the blowjob, it’s from the way Blaise is both pissed off and turned on.

Blaise groans deeply, coming closer to whisper in my ear while Mia’s throat accommodates my cock. “How do my girlfriend’s lips feel around your cock?”

I’m silent, because his voice and nearness and the smell on his fucking skin has my balls tingling, the head of my dick hitting the back of Mia’s throat.

“We…” I stop, taking heavy breaths. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why?” Blaise asks, smacking Mia’s ass so she screams around my cock at the same time as fisting the hair at the back of my head and tugging so I’m gasping up to the ceiling. “Because my girlfriend is here, or because we’re stepbrothers?”

Both. Neither.

Because there’s an extra person here I don’t want.

“Blaise,” I whisper as Mia takes me deeper, swallowing around my thickness. “F-Fuck you.”

“I think you’d like that,” he murmurs back. He brings his mouth to my ear, his voice drowned out by the water so Mia can’t hear. “I think you’d love it if I was the one on my knees, taking your cock in my mouth, sucking you dry like I did the other night while you slept.”

My brows knit together. I thought that was a dream?

“Mia,” Blaise snaps, pulling away from me and yanking his girlfriend off my cock and onto her feet. “Bend over.”

She does as she’s told, and without direction, or any refusal from me, she takes my cock back into her mouth. Forced breaths leave me with each suck, the way her warm tongue runs up the underside and around the crown, taking me deep.

“Fuck,” I mouth breathlessly, needing more. I grab her hair and thrust my hips, fucking her throat while he watches.

“Does this make you mad?” I ask, gritting my teeth as I thrust harder. “Watching me do this to your girl? Hearing her choke and gag and cry while she pleases me?”

Blaise’s jaw tics, and he licks his lip. “Hmm,” is his only reply.

He fists his dick and strokes it, coming up behind her. “Have you ever fucked an ass before, Cole?” he asks as he pushes his thumb against Mia’s back hole, making her moan. “It’s so fucking tight, it sometimes feels like your dick will get stuck.”

Spitting on her ass, he fingers her there, forcing two, three fingers in, causing Mia to grab my thighs and sink her nails into my skin. The bite of pain makes me harder, especially when Blaise grins at me like a psychopath.

“I’ll make it hurt,” he says, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his dick.

He doesn’t give her a chance to get used to it—maybe because he does this all the time—fucking her ass like he’s on a mission and forcing her on my dick.

She moans my name around my cock, and I see the way everything snaps behind Blaise’s eyes. He grits his teeth and pounds into her tight ass faster, the slapping of skin filling the bathroom, louder than the music still playing from my phone.

My stepbrother is mad, really fucking mad.

Good.

I hope he hates how good his girlfriend makes me feel. I hope, when he was standing at the bridge, waiting for his chase, that he felt betrayed by the masked stalker.

Someone he doesn’t even know is me. It’s a sharp reminder that Blaise doesn’t give a shit about fucking around with more than one person. He’ll mess around with me, fuck his pretty little girlfriend, and get chased down and forced upon by an unidentified person.

He doesn’t care about anyone else but himself.

I thrust into Mia’s mouth, attacking her throat, her nails digging into my thighs, tearing the skin. She’s gagging, moaning, sucking, slurping on my dick while Blaise keeps fucking her ass and smacking her cheek until it’s red and raw. Mia’s hand slides down my leg, and I tense everywhere, waiting for her reaction when her fingers feel the destroyed skin I keep hidden with tattoos, but her eyes lift to me, as if she’s silently telling me it’s okay, and then she keeps going.

When I look up at Blaise, he’s already watching me. He leans forward, dipping his hand down to Mia’s pussy, and she whimpers around my cock as he shoves his fingers inside her, pulling them out to show me how sticky they are. “What do you think has my girlfriend so wet, me in her ass, or your dick in her throat?”

Blaise leans farther over Mia, bringing us closer together, and I can see how dilated his pupils are, the neediness in his gaze. He’s still fucking her back hole when I grab his jaw.

“Open,” I order.

His mouth parts, and my balls tighten at the memory of the first time I had him. He groans around my fingers as I slide them between his lips, three fingertips pressing down on his tongue and teeth until he gags.

I push deeper, feeling his throat contract, his pupils dilating even more until they completely take over the green of his eyes.

“Suck,” I whisper.

Mia sucks harder, the same time as Blaise’s lips close around my three fingers and does as he’s told.

While I thrust into Mia’s mouth, her tongue curling around my cock, Blaise sucks on my fingers while fucking his girlfriend’s ass. Each thrust from him knocks her into me, and I throw my head back on a moan as my balls pull tight and heat rushes up my thighs, barely able to stay steady.

“You’ll taste my cum on her lips later,” I whisper. “That’s as close as you’ll ever get to me again.”

Mia’s screaming around my dick, and I know her ass is gripping Blaise through her orgasm enough that he groans around my fingers and stills completely, his abs going taut as he spills every drop of cum into her hole. The knowledge is enough for me to grab Mia’s hair to keep her still and find my own release.

I pull my fingers out of his mouth, freeing my cock from Mia’s, and step back. Then step back again. And again. Blaise is still inside Mia, panting over her while watching me retreat. Until I’m out of the cubicle and grabbing a towel and my phone, making a quick exit from the bathroom.