Chokehold

by Leigh Rivers

To all the readers who dream of being chased through the woods and face-fucked by their masked stepbrother.

My eyes absently zone into the way his throat moves with each gulp. I wish I could cut it wide open and watch the way his blood flows out. I’d make sure I drained every drop, bleed him dry, then sit by while he turns blue and lifeless.

“We’ll have two teams. One chases the other, and if you catch them, you can beat them the fuck up or just take your point as winning.”

He doesn’t deserve to be happy. I hope she cheats on him and breaks his fucking heart.

All of them are the same style. Blank face masks with no design. The chasers will wear white, and the runners will wear black. No weapons allowed. No inflicting fatal injuries. No siding with the other team to beat down the other. No phones.

I hated him when he came into my life years ago, and I still hate him now.

I might kill my stepbrother tonight.

My heart beats so fucking hard. But that’s not the only thing. The need to hurt this person is there, but it tamps down as I realize my cock is straining in my pants.

I’m rock solid, stabbing into the person beneath me, who isn’t even fighting back anymore or attempting to get away. They’re trying to control their erratic lungs and digging their fingers into the dirt.

Reaching for the chin of the mask, they don’t stop me as I slide it up, and I hesitate, my heart fucking thundering and cock pulsing as I stare down at my stepbrother. I swallow past a sudden lump in my throat, my eyes zoned into his lips, his fucking mouth.

I wonder how his dad would react if he saw his angelic son sucking his stepson’s dick?

“Tongue out,” I say, low and demanding. I tighten my grip on his hair as the heat of his tongue slides against the underside of my cock. As much as this is a way to punish him, I’m dying to slide my cock into his mouth, to feel how good he is at sucking.

I’ve never had a guy suck my cock before. Fuck, I’ve never done anything with a guy before. Why is this even happening? Why is my body reacting this way? Why do I want to pin him down and force him to take every inch into his throat?

Rage consumes me, thinking of all the times he’s made me look like the bad guy to our parents, and I grab both sides of his head and roughly fuck his mouth, reveling in the sound of him gagging and gasping around my thickness.

Is it bad that Allie doesn’t make me feel this way? This fucking feral while getting a blowjob? I’m like an animal as I completely ruin him until his hands slide from my thighs, giving up as I control his head.

Blaise’s pants are completely tented. It seems my stepbrother liked sucking dick. I can see the wet patch through the material from the moon’s glow cracking through the tree canopy. I chuckle deeply to myself, shaking my head as I turn and leave him in the middle of the woods, officially done with this fucking game.

I’ve lost count of how long I’ve been in this fucking shower, tormented by memories of that night. I’m not gay. So, I might have a secret obsession with my stepbrother, but that doesn’t make me gay…right?

My obsession with my stepbrother has been a thing of mysteries, never this…tangible as it is now while I drag my thumb over the crown of my cock.

Despite what he likes to think, we’re not that dissimilar. His violent tendencies and my darker desires circle each other every time we’re in a room together.

Pleasure ripples down my spine, and my abs contract as I visualize my stepbrother’s cruel smirk.

Where Cole has hard muscles and rippling abs, she has soft curves.

Where Cole is sharp angles and vicious glares, she’s sweet smiles and peals of laughter.

The only person who could satisfy it is blasting music across the hallway like a fucking asshole.

Nothing that would drive me to stick my dick elsewhere. Well…unless it was in a brutal act of forced face-fucking and unknown messages to use as blackmail.

His eyes were on mine. It annoyed me. How could she do that in front of our parents and he just allowed it? Why the fuck would he stare at me while his girlfriend stroked his cock?

Poor Cole. He plays the part of the tormented soul so well that even my own damn girlfriend buys the act. It’s fucking stupid.

He walks with his head down, his broad shoulders swaying with every step. His dark hair falls in his eyes as he adjusts his AirPod in his ear.

Those blue eyes clash with mine. I’m fucking lost, unable to look away as the crowd parts for him and his friends. His gaze soon slides past me to Mia, and his jaw clenches.

I let Mia kiss me, even as my eyes stay locked on Cole. My heart threatens to escape from my damn chest. What is this electric current running through my body when he looks at me like that? Why does it feel like he’s undressing me while also plotting ways to kill me? And why do I want him to unleash the fury behind those dark eyes? Just like that, I’m hard.

I study Jackson’s curly blonde hair and thick arms. For a guy, he’s attractive. I’m not gay, but I can appreciate a good-looking dude when I see one, and Jackson is definitely one of those preppy popular guys with cheek dimples and a rich dad who bails him out of trouble. Could he be my tormentor?

No, when she’s on her knees in the claustrophobia-inducing stall, I record a short video of my veiny hand in her blonde hair, twisting the strands, as her head bobs. Me: Don’t tease me like that. Just look how worked up your cat-and-mouse game makes me. Maybe you want me to chase you instead?

On the other hand, it’s easy to figure out why Allie set her eyes on him; he’s popular and has that bad-boy vibe that makes girls drop their panties. Let’s just say, she’s not the first girl in our town to think she can change him, and she won’t be the last.

As if I don’t have enough on my plate, I have to try out for a spot on the football team. Guess who’s their QB? Cole. Of-fucking-course.

Dressed in black combat pants and a hoodie, he saunters across the room as though he owns the place.

It takes him forever to slide his eyes in my direction, and when he finally does, I swear there’s a glint of something wicked in those dark depths. His nostrils flare, and then he smirks, but it lacks humor. It’s cold, just like his fucking heart. “Dad wants us to bond, remember? Thought I’d make an effort.”

“What are you gonna do?” he taunts, flashing a hint of fang. My eyes fall to his mouth, and my heart rate speeds up.

Smell the citrus and leather on his clothes. His minty breath. Those tempting lips spread into a blinding smile that nearly buckles my knees.

I surge forward, slapping my hand on the wall behind him. Fury heats my veins, and it’s a miracle I don’t choke him to death. I’m in his face, baring my teeth like a feral animal. “What the fuck do you want?” “There you are.” His smile is manic.

“You claim to hate me so much, yet you’re hard as a fucking rock.” He reaches out to touch me, but I snatch his wrist, twisting it at an unnatural angle. “Don’t you fucking dare touch me!” “Why so rattled, little brother? Scared your secret will get back to Mom and Dad?” I snap.

One minute, he’s taunting me, bringing me to the brink of madness, and the next, my knuckles connect with his cheekbone. His face whips to the side, and he bursts out laughing.

Disheveled hair shifts forward over his eyes, hiding his own descent down the rabbit hole.

I know the moment I spot him, sprawled on the luxurious couches closest to the lit fireplace, dressed in all black, with one booted foot on the coffee table and his muscled arms spread out behind him.

If you could define turmoil, Cole is it. His knee jiggles, and he clenches his hands. He’s pent-up and I like seeing him unravel while the flames in the fireplace cast dancing shadows over his mask.

I’ve never considered fucking her before, but she looks so damn tempting tonight, even more so because she belongs to Cole. I’m developing a taste for his…toys.

Cole motherfucking Carter.

Her devilish mouth envelopes me, and I fist her hair as I glance over at the bed. Cole has my girlfriend spread like a feast on the plush sheets, tongue buried deep in her cunt.

Before I’ve had a chance to drop my hand, she’s slurping my cock, teasing me with sweet words like, “Choke me, Cole. Fuck my throat, Cole. I’m your whore, Cole.” I quite like this game of pretending to be my brother while playing with his girlfriend.

The sight of him with his ass in the air, his damp, mussed-up hair, and jeans halfway down his thighs pushes me over the edge. I grip hold of the dresser behind me as I spill my cum down Allie’s throat.

I fucking love it when a plan comes together. “Lick her clean, Cole,” I order. “Don’t leave my girlfriend such a mess.” Fisting his hair, I pull him up, and he flays, not yet in control of his own movements.

My lips are on his in the next second, kissing, biting, and nibbling. A groan claws its way up my throat as I taste their cum on his tongue. Beneath the tangy flavor is something far more addictive—something salty.