Puck Me Harder: A Stepbrother Romance [BL]

Micah’s POV

A throbbing, merciless ache hammered against the inside of my skull, making it entirely impossible to focus. My eyelids felt heavy as I slowly forced them open, blinking against the dim, ambient lighting of the unfamiliar bedroom. The heavy air conditioning hummed softly in the background, but my surroundings felt completely distorted. I couldn’t even tell what time it was. Was it already past midnight? Or was it still early evening?

As I attempted to sit up, the shifting blankets revealed a horrifying sensation. I felt the cool, crisp fabric of the mattress sheets pressing directly against my bare skin.

I froze instantly, every muscle in my body locking up in terror. With a trembling hand, I lifted the edge of the heavy duvet just a fraction to check beneath it, praying that my mind was just playing a cruel trick on me.

My heart completely stopped. I was entirely bare. Naked. Every stitch of clothing had been stripped away, and even the oversized silk shirt Damon had lent me earlier was completely gone.

A devastating wave of vulnerability and shame crashed over me. I immediately curled my knees to my chest, tightly wrapping my arms around my bare body as hot, furious tears threatened to spill from the corners of my eyes.

’Did Damon do something to me while I was unconscious? How could he? How could he take advantage of me like that?’

Just as a sob caught in my throat, I heard the sharp click of the door flipping open.

Damon stepped casually into the room. He had changed out of his ruined clothes, and in his hands, he was holding a warm, steaming box of delivery pizza. The savory scent of melted cheese immediately filled the air, but it did nothing to calm the violent storm of panic raging in my chest. The moment my eyes locked onto his face, a surge of raw, unbridled anger took over. I grabbed the nearest plush pillow from behind me and hurled it directly at his head with all the strength I could muster.

"How could you do this to me?!" I cried out, my voice cracking with pure betrayal as the pillow bounced harmlessly off his shoulder. "You’re a monster, Damon! An absolute monster!"

Damon didn’t even flinch. He didn’t yell back, nor did he try to defend himself. He simply walked closer to the bed with a completely unbothered expression, deliberately placing the box of pizza on a nearby nightstand, safely out of my reach before my erratic anger made me throw that away, too.

"A monster?" Damon tilted his head, a slow, incredibly amused smirk spreading across his lips as he sat down on the edge of the mattress, right in front of me. His dark eyes locked onto my defensive posture. "What exactly could I have possibly done to our poor, innocent little Micah?"

"Why... why am I completely naked?!" I demanded, my hands tightening their grip around my shins as I glared at him through a blur of tears.

Damon didn’t answer right away. Instead, his gaze lazily drifted over to a nearby armchair. I followed his eyes and froze. My boxers and shorts were spread out neatly over the fabric, looking distinctly clean. Was he drying them?

A horrifying, deeply mortifying thought suddenly struck me. My face burned a brilliant shade of crimson as my stomach twisted into a painful knot.

’Did I... did I pee myself?’

If that was what happened, it was infinitely worse than anything else I could imagine.

"What happened to me?" I whispered, desperately wanting the ground to swallow me whole.

"Uh," Damon tilted his head further, his smile widening into something wicked yet surprisingly playful. "Let’s just say... you did something very, very bad tonight, holy boy."

"I... I peed myself?!" I gasped, burying my flaming face into my knees.

A loud, genuine laugh barked out of Damon’s throat. He reached across the space between us, his large hand completely unbothered by my hostility as he roughly yet affectionately ruffled my messy hair.

"Yeah," he chuckled, his voice dropping into a low, soothing purr as he noticed the explosive panic in my posture beginning to calm down. "Let’s just go ahead and use that excuse for now."

He pulled the pizza box closer, opening the lid to reveal the fresh, greasy slices. The sudden realization of how empty my stomach felt overrode my shame for a brief second. Tentatively, I reached a hand out from beneath the safety of the covers, grabbed a slice, and began to eat it, trying to ignore the way his heavy gaze never left my face.

"What time is it?" I asked between bites, the headache still pulsing behind my eyes.

"Just a few minutes before midnight," Damon answered smoothly.

"What?!"

The word tore out of my throat. I completely dropped the half-eaten pizza back into the box, my body moving on pure instinct as I nearly scrambled entirely out of the bed, forgetting for a split second that I was completely naked. I caught myself, dragging the sheet securely around my waist. Panic seized my chest.

"I have to get home right now! I have to be back before Noah finds out I’m gone!"

"Don’t worry about it, it’s pouring out there," Damon said calmly, turning his head to stare out the large glass window.

The bedroom was completely, heavily soundproofed, meaning the thick glass blocked out every single ounce of the raging elements outside. It looked like a silent movie, but I could see the heavy sheets of water slamming violently against the glass.

"Just finish eating your food," Damon murmured, turning back to me with an unreadable expression in his dark eyes. "I gave you my word, Micah. I’ll get you home safely before Noah ever finds out you left."

"Hmmm," I muttered, still incredibly anxious but temporarily placated by his reassurance.

I picked the slice back up, forcing myself to continue munching on the pizza, aggressively stuffing the large bites through my small mouth just to speed up the process. As the initial terror began to fade, a sense of logic returned to me. I still desperately wanted to believe that I hadn’t actually peed myself, especially since the mattress beneath my bare ass wasn’t soaked or damp at all. But more than that, a quiet, instinctual part of me trusted that Damon hadn’t actually crossed the line while I was asleep.

After all, if he had... there was no way I would be sitting up right now. His massive, punishing eight inches would have left my fragile body completely and utterly wrecked.

I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to force the forbidden, intrusive thought out of my head... but the moment the visualization took root, my treacherous mind completely ran away with it.

In the dark theater of my mind, I could vividly picture it. I imagined Damon pinning my wrists securely above my head against the pillows, his heavy, heavily tattooed body hovering over mine. I could feel the imaginary weight of his thighs forcing my legs wide open, his dark, possessive eyes staring down into my soul as he slowly, ruthlessly drove himself all the way inside of me.

In my fantasy, the overwhelming size of him filled me to the point of agonizing pleasure, stretching me out completely until a helpless, broken moan tore from my lips. I could see his jaw clenching, his veins popping along his muscular arms as his hips slammed against mine over and over again, driving us both to the absolute brink of a sinful, consuming ruin.

Just at the exact, terrifying moment where the fantasy Damon was about to hit his climax inside of me, my real-world body violently revolted against the thought.

I snapped out of the dangerous mental spiral, my eyes flying open as my throat suddenly constricted. I choked on a piece of the crust, breaking into a loud, frantic coughing fit, my entire chest heaving as my face flushed a violent, guilty shade of red.

Damon’s eyebrows shot up in concern. "I’ll go get you some water. Stay right there," he ordered, rising to his feet and vanishing out of the bedroom door in an instant.

The second the door clicked shut behind him, I threw the sheets off my body. I sprinted naked across the cool floor and burst into the adjoining bathroom. I spent just a few frantic minutes washing myself off, desperately trying to scrub away the phantom heat of my own thoughts, before rushing back out to pull on my dry shorts and Damon’s oversized silk shirt.

Just as I finished buttoning it up, Damon walked back in, holding a cold bottle of water. I snatched it from his hand, cracking the cap open and drinking greedily until the burning in my throat finally subsided.

"Can we please leave now?" I asked, my voice laced with desperation.

Instead of answering, Damon walked past me toward the grand balcony doors at the back of the room. He unlocked the latch and pushed the heavy glass doors wide open.

BOOM.

The illusion of the silent room shattered instantly. The deafening, roar of downpour flooded into the bedroom, accompanied by a sharp, freezing blast of night wind that made me shiver. It was raining incredibly hard, the sky completely black and chaotic. Driven by a strange curiosity, I walked out onto the balcony behind him, my fingers gripping the freezing metal rails as I leaned over the edge. Far below us, the mansion’s main swimming pool glowed a eerie, shifting neon blue through the sheets of falling water.

"It’s really high up," I muttered, a sudden wave of vertigo making my stomach drop as I stared into the depths.

"It’s just the third floor, Micah," Damon replied, his voice barely carrying over the thunderous sound of the rain.

Before I could even utter another word, a piercing, blood-curdling scream tore through the stormy night air.

It was a sound of absolute horror. My eyes widened, and I instinctively started to turn my head toward the direction of the sound, desperate to see where the agony was coming from. But before I could even catch a glimpse, Damon’s arm violently hooked around my chest.

He brutally yanked me backward, dragging my spine flush against his chest while his large, solid palm slammed tightly over my mouth, cutting off my startled gasp.

"Shh," Damon whispered fiercely against my ear, his entire body going rigid as steel. "Don’t look, Micah. Don’t see."

’Look at what? See what?’

Panic flared anew in my veins as I struggled weakly against his iron grip. He was forcefully telling me to keep my eyes shut, yet as I looked up at him through my peripheral vision, I could see that Damon himself was staring dead ahead, his dark eyes locked onto something horrific in the shadows below.

Slowly, a dark, dangerous expression settled over his face. He grimly shook his head, his jaw clenching so hard the bone looked ready to snap.

"Third one in a row," Damon muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a strange, chilling venom. "That fucking psycho..."

I froze entirely in his arms, the freezing rain splashing against our faces, my mind spinning in complete, terrified confusion. I didn’t understand a single word he was saying.