My Cousin's Fiancé, My Ruin

INDIGO

I was having a wet dream. Again.

This time I was on my knees in Leah’s room, my ginger curls wrapped tight around a strong fist while I choked on a thick cock, drool running down my chin as I tried to take every inch.

The man above me groaned low, his eyes locked on mine with dark satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with pleasure. “Just like that, Indigo. Deeper.”

My pussy clenched hard even in the dream, soaking my thighs. I woke up gasping, hips grinding desperately against my pillow, my nightshirt bunched around my waist and my fingers already between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit.

I was drenched — panties ruined, sheets sticky. Sweat clung to my skin and my ginger curls stuck to my neck.

For a second I stayed there, riding the edge, chasing the orgasm that felt so close.

It was the same dream that had tortured me every single night since I stayed over at Leah’s house two weeks ago.

I hadn’t meant to spy. I was only going to the bathroom when I heard the wet, filthy sounds coming from her bedroom door, which was cracked open. I should have kept walking. Instead I froze.

Leah was on her knees, my sweet, talented pianist cousin, gagging enthusiastically on a huge cock. The man standing over her was tall, sculpted, with sharp abs and that perfect V-line disappearing into his undone pants. His hand was in her hair, guiding her, but his eyes… his green eyes were locked on me in the hallway the entire time.

He never told Leah I was watching.

He just held my gaze, his eyes darkening with clear interest — almost amusement — as if catching me there, with my fingers already slipping into my soaked panties, was the most entertaining part of the night.

My cousin was completely oblivious, gagging and drooling messily on his thick cock, but he never once looked down at her. His focus stayed locked on me.

He found it interesting. I could tell by the way his smirk deepened, the way he tightened his grip in Leah’s hair and started fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts — deeper, rougher, forcing her to choke and slobber even more obscenely. The wet, filthy sounds filled the hallway. He was putting on a show. For me.

As if he was doing me a favor.

My fingers moved faster between my legs, circling my swollen clit and dipping into my dripping pussy in time with his thrusts. The more I fought to stay quiet — biting down hard on my other hand until I tasted blood — the harder he drove into Leah’s throat, eyes never leaving mine. Like he was fucking her mouth for my pleasure. Like he wanted to watch me fall apart right there in the dark while my cousin worshipped him.

When my orgasm finally hit — thighs trembling, a desperate muffled cry caught behind my bitten hand — his lips curved into a satisfied, wicked smirk. Only then did he pull Leah off his glistening, massive cock, stroking her tear-streaked face gently and murmuring praise to her.

But those green eyes had stayed on me the whole time like it did the night of the hockey game, our bodies pressed together, his hand was on my waist, pulling me closer as our lips hovered inches apart.

We were strangers then. Just two people screaming at the same intense match. The chemistry had been instant, sharp banters about the game, his lingering looks, his tall, sculpted body pressed against mine in the crowd. We were seconds away from kissing when someone bumped into us, breaking the moment. I still remember the way his eyes darkened with frustration.

Then, days later, Leah introduced him as her fiancé.

That should have killed the attraction. Instead, it only made it worse. Hotter. More dangerous

Ever since, I’ve gone to bed every single night with his image burned into my brain. Wondering how the hell my cousin could pull a man like that. Wondering what it would feel like to be the one on my knees. Wondering why the thought of betraying my cousin made me so fucking wet.

And now this.

I dragged myself out of bed, still throbbing and unsatisfied, and got ready for what was supposed to be a normal day at my new sports media job.

It lasted exactly four hours.

My boss called me into his office, closed the door, and started with the usual “you’re so talented” bullshit before his hand landed on my thigh, sliding higher like he had every right.

The touch felt repulsive. Because it wasn’t his hand.

The slap I gave him echoed louder than I expected. Security dragged me out before I could even grab my things. Now I stood on the scorching LA sidewalk, unemployed again, heart pounding with a mix of anger and lingering arousal I couldn’t shake.

Sports media was supposed to be my future. Hockey analysis, late-night debates, the rush of being in the middle of it all. I’d clawed my way in, and one entitled prick ruined it because he thought “no” was negotiable.

My phone buzzed. Leah.

I answered, trying to sound normal even though my body wasn’t. “Hey.”

“Indi, how’s the new gig?” Her voice was sunshine as always.

How the fuck does she sound so bright and cheerful after gagging on that thick, veined dick?

The thought hit me instantly, filthy and sarcastic. I could still hear the wet, choking sounds, see her throat bulging while his eyes stayed on me instead of her. And here she was, sounding like the sweetest, most innocent cousin in the world.

I swallowed hard. “It’s… gone. I got fired.”

There was a short pause. Then she sighed, not really surprised. “Come over. I might have something better for you.”

An hour later I was sprawled on her couch, my legs tucked under me, when she dropped the bomb so casually it almost sounded normal.

"Dario's sports network is expanding. He needs sharp writers, especially someone who actually understands hockey. I told him about you.”

I let out a dry laugh, crossing one leg over the other. “Leah, no. I’m not working for your fiancé. That’s messy as hell.”

“But Indi–”

“I said no. I’ll figure something out.”

She leaned forward, eyes bright. “He specifically asked for you, though.”

My heart stuttered. “What?”

“Yeah. After you two met at the cafeteria we bumped into, he remembered you. He told me he’d like to offer you a position himself.”

He remembered me?

The same man whose eyes stayed on me while my cousin sucked him off, his eyes never leaving mine as he watched me finger my pussy like it was the best entertainment he’d had all night.

My stomach dropped like a rock.

“The pay would be really good, Indi. You know Mami and Papi would stop worrying so much about you.” She added.

I should have said no. I should have run far away, out of town.

Instead, my voice came out hoarse, “Okay… I’ll do it.”

Leah beamed, completely oblivious. “Great! You’re going to love him.”

I already did.

That was the fucking problem.