3 AM Xbox Lap Ride with Stepdad

so it’s 3 a.m., mom’s knocked out cold from her pills, whole house dead silent. i creep downstairs in just a crop top and these tiny shorts for water and stepdad’s already posted up in the dark living room, xbox glowing blue on his face, controller in one hand, sweatpants barely hanging on. he doesn’t even pause the game, just pats the couch next to him like “come here.” i sit, two seconds later his hand slides straight up my thigh, under the shorts, fingers hit bare skin and he smirks. game paused, shorts yanked to the side, and he pulls me onto his lap facing him. zero words. just lifts me a bit, lines up, and i sink down slow on him raw, biting my lip so hard it hurts. controller still in his hand like he’s about to keep playing. i’m riding him quiet, deep, xbox light flashing over us while i try not to make a sound. finally he drops the damn controller, grabs my hips hard and starts slamming up into me, growling “fuck, just like that” in my ear. i come first, shaking like crazy, face buried in his neck so mom stays asleep upstairs. he thrusts twice more, groans low, and unloads deep, arms locked around me, pulsing hot while the “game over” screen blinks red. we just sit there stuck together, breathing heavy. he smacks my ass once, mutters “back to bed before she wakes up” and picks the controller right back up like nothing happened. i sneak upstairs still dripping, thighs sticky as hell, praying mom pops another pill tomorrow night.