Puck Me Harder: A Stepbrother Romance [BL]

Micah’s POV

Damon’s car wasn’t at the parking lot when I came out with Noah. I didn’t see it outside either. It’s probably in their parking lot.

Also, the house was empty when I walked in. So, Damon must be in his room or... he drove somewhere else after the ceremony.

Well, I’ll find out when I get to his room.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I set my bag down on the armchair. I walked over to the connecting door on quiet, hesitant feet. My trembling fingers reached out, wrapped around the brass handle, and slowly pushed the door open.

I stepped over the threshold and my jaw almost hit the ground when I scanned the room.

Damon’s bedroom was massive, practically the size of a luxury apartment. The decor was dark, dangerously aesthetic, and completely dominated by black—heavy blackout curtains, midnight-black silk sheets on a massive king-sized bed, a plush charcoal rug, and dark, polished floor tiles that reflected the dim light.

It looked like a dark haven. It was something that fitted someone like Damon. But at first glance... it was completely empty. There was no sign of Damon anywhere.

I let out a soft, disappointed sigh, my shoulders slumping.

’I guess he really isn’t home... I’ll just have to text him later.’

If he wasn’t home, then where had be gone? To meet someone? Maybe he went to spend the day in another girl’s bed.

I shook my head, trying to get the thoughts off. Why should I care who Damon spends the day or his bed with? We’re not dating as his father believed us to be.

I turned around, preparing to walk back into the guest room, when the sharp click of an adjoining bathroom door echoed through the quiet room.

I froze on the spot.

"Huh? Micah?"

That deep, gravelly baritone voice was instantly recognizable.

I whipped my head around toward the sound... and my brain completely short-circuited.

Damon was standing in the doorway of his bathroom. He had a small white towel draped lazily over his damp, dark hair. But from his neck down... he was completely, utterly, shamelessly naked.

Not a single thread of clothing covered his body. His broad, sculpted shoulders, his chiseled chest, his defined abs, and his long, muscular legs were entirely exposed to the cool air.

A loud, embarrassed shriek tore from my throat. I violently whipped my body away, turning my back to him while slamming both hands over my burning face.

He was at home. He didn’t go anywhere to meet any girl or so. My heart was racing in excitement as a small smile was about to spread on my face but I held it back remembering how naked he stood there.

"W-Why on earth are you naked?!" I screamed, my face burning so hot I felt like I was going to combust.

Damon let out a low, amused laugh that vibrated through the room. "You’re the one who walked into my bedroom without knocking, sweetheart. I’m always naked in my own room. Clothes just get in the way when I’m out there."

I stood there with my back turned, my heart pounding like a sledgehammer against my chest. I listened closely, expecting to hear the rustle of fabric or the sound of him grabbing a robe, but nothing happened. The bastard didn’t make a single move to cover himself up!

"So?" Damon’s voice purred behind me. "Why are you here, Micah?"

"I... I only came back to grab my bag," I stammered, my voice trembling embarrassingly. "Noah is waiting for me downstairs in his car right now."

"Oho," Damon mused softly.

The soft, bare footfalls of his feet against the cold floor tiles began moving closer.

Panicking, I kept my head turned away, squeezing my eyes shut. I desperately tried to purge the image of his hot, sculpted body from my brain... especially the shocking, shamelessly thick eight-inch length dangling between his thighs.

Oh god! I’m unable to take it out of my head. I could feel my mouth water and my hands getting warm as I remembered how I had sucked him off in the car then. He was so big and... Ugh!

"Then... why are you standing in my bedroom?"

Damon’s deep voice sounded right above my head and I snapped back to reality.

Before I could even react, his hot, bare body pressed firmly against my back

A sharp gasp tore from my throat as the searing heat of his skin burned right through the fabric of my dress shirt. The contrast between my clothed body and his completely naked frame was so intense it made my knees instantly buckle.

Damon leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as his hands sneaked around my waist.

"Did you miss me, Micah?" he whispered, his warm breath fanning across my sensitive neck.

His long, calloused fingers slid up the front of my shirt, effortlessly unbuttoning the top button.

"I didn’t... I didn’t miss you!" I stuttered out lies, staring wide-eyed down at my own chest as his hands worked. "I... I just wanted to apologize for leaving the church like that!"

Damon didn’t listen to a single word. His fingers smoothly undoing the second button of my shirt. I was so paralyzed by the intoxicating, dangerous proximity of his body that I couldn’t even raise my hands to stop him.

His warm hand slipped right through the open fabric of my shirt, his fingers sliding across my smooth skin until his thumb lightly pinched my sensitive nipple.

"Ah...!" A soft, pathetic moan slipped past my lips before I could clap my hands over my mouth.

To make matters infinitely worse, I felt a heavy, thick, rock-hard length pressing firmly into the small of my lower back. He was completely, dangerously erect.

Damon let out a low, dark growl, his lips grazing my neck. "God, I love it when you moan for me, Micah."

The sheer shame of my own reaction snapped me out of my trance. I forced my weak legs to move, shoving against his chest and pulling myself away from his grip. I spun around to face him, keeping my eyes stubbornly locked onto his face, refusing to let my gaze drift anywhere below his shoulders.

If my eyes mistakenly go lower than that, I might faint in his room.

"Don’t do anything crazy right now, Damon!" I scolded, frowning as I tried to regain my breath. "I thought you were upset about what Noah did at the church! That’s the only reason I came up here to apologize, but here you are... touching me like a pervert!"

Damon didn’t look hurt or apologetic in the slightest. Instead, a dangerous, wicked smirk spread across his handsome face.

"No man in his right mind would ever pass up an opportunity to touch a body like yours, Micah," he said, taking a slow, deliberate step toward me. "Not even that psycho brother of yours."

I scrambled backward, but my heels quickly struck the thick wood of the connecting door. I was trapped.

Damon closed the distance in a single stride, stepping right between my legs and slamming both of his broad hands against the door on either side of my head, completely caging me in. He lowered his face until his dark, blazing eyes were hovering just inches from mine.

"Damon..." I whispered, my voice shaking as I pressed my back flat against the wood. "Please... Noah is literally waiting for me downstairs in the driveway."

Damon leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. "I’ll let you go back to him... but only after you help me out first."

Before I could ask what he meant, Damon reached down, grabbed my trembling right hand, and dragged it down his wet chest, past his flat stomach, and wrapped my fingers tightly around his thick, throbbing, completely bare cock.

My breath caught violently in my throat. My face exploded into a feverish, burning red as my hand instinctively flexed around his hot, heavy length.

There’s no way I can handle this. I was trembling where I stood. My toes curling in my shoes as the nipples he had touched earlier tingled. Why was Damon doing this to me? Was it on purpose? Was it because of Noah?

"Damon," I whispered his name again. "I can’t... I can’t do this,"

Damon let out a low, shuddering exhale, his dark eyes flashing with pure, unadulterated lust as he leaned down to whisper against my ear.

"Consider this... hands-on research for your third article, sweetheart."

My mind completely shattered into a million pieces.

’Fuck.’

My mind was screaming at me to run, to tear my hand away and sprint downstairs to Noah’s car before my brother came looking for me. I had an article draft due on the school platform tomorrow, and I desperately needed fresh material for it before Raven and the students tear me apart... but did it really have to happen like this?! With Noah sitting right outside in the driveway?!