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“That way it’s even.” One hand lifts and his fingertip grazes my lower lip. “And you won’t have time to worry about what your mouth is doing because you’ll be focused on how good it feels.”
Call it eagerness to be sucked, I guess. Because let’s be real here… Every dick just wants to be sucked, no matter by whom.
“Have you ever… done it before?” He shakes his head, pushing his own pants down. His dick is just as hard as mine, which I guess takes some of the humiliation away. “No… But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little curious…” “More than a little,” I croak. “That’s why this is all so easy for you… You’re just itching to add cock to the menu, aren’t you, bro?”
“You can’t lie about what turns you on when your dick is out, Kyran,” he hums, stroking us together with leisurely pumps of his fist. “It’s stiff as fuck and leaking on me…”
He smashes his hips against my face, feeding his big cock into my throat while I struggle to breathe. Then he releases my dick, all wet and swollen as he whimpers, “Kyran… I’m gonna come. Fuck yess, I’m gonna… come.” Even if I wanted to, there’s no moving away. I’m trapped beneath him. But the sickest part is that as soon as the words leave his lips, I’m waiting for it. Like it’s my reward for doing well… I want it.
Our movements slow, hips finally easing to a halt as we fizzle down from the high of a baffling, inexplicable mouthful of climax we both swallowed up like thirsty little cum sluts.
It was joint effort… A shared orgasmic experience. And because of that, for a brief moment, I feel connected.
I’m not sure if it’s to Avi, or maybe just the moment, but a mist of serenity has sheeted my body ...
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I’m in control. I’ve got this. Everything is fucking fine.
“Why not? I want to…” Kyran grabs me by the throat as his body wedges mine between him and the sink. “Why shouldn’t I get what I want??”
There’s some force holding us together, and I don’t think I’m strong enough to fight it. Maybe neither is he…
The way the plump bottom one fits snugly in between mine… like a perfect, plush puzzle piece. I can’t even help but give it a gentle, hesitant suck. You know… since it’s right there. And he purrs. He fucking purrs. The hot, grouchy blonde.
The literal second it becomes apparent that we’re actually kissing, it turns feral. Zero to a hundred. In the blink of an eye, our lips are no longer softly grazing, they’re ravenously attacking. Sucking hard, parting wider so our tongues can play. It’s fucking vicious and greedy and oh-so hot.
I don’t think I need to record right now, a thought that brings a sliver of awareness to my mind. I have no idea what we’re doing, but I’m certain it has nothing to do with the fans.
“Say please.” “Please,” he begs through gritted teeth, like he wishes he didn’t have to submit to me, but it feels too good for him to care all the way.
“Do I do it better than her…?”
“We should fuck sometime.”
“I’m not gonna fuck you for money, Avi,” he growls. My gaze narrows at him. “Who says you’d be fucking me?”
Football players and cheerleaders go together like peanut butter and jelly. But the nagging little voice in the back of my mind keeps on insisting that I’m growing bored with peanut butter and jelly. Especially when there are so many other interesting sandwiches out there…
peanut butter and jelly is fine. It’s a classic, and everybody loves it. There’s no need to be thinking about grilled fluffer-nutters with banana, or apple brie paninis, or all those other exotic, different sandwiches when the standard, regular ones do exactly what they’re supposed to do. Nourish you. That’s what food is, after all. Sustenance. No more, no less.
Fuck this. It’s fucking hopeless. I’m broken. Damaged. He fucking ruined me.
“What?” I growl, annoyed that he seems like he wants to move when all I want to do is just lie here and pretend we’re both dead.
“You broke my dick.” I glare at him.
“Give your dick what it wants.” Shivers sheet my flesh, though I’m so hot it’s like I’m standing on the sun. I force a shake of my head while gawking up at him. “My dick is a moron.” He chuckles, bringing even more warmth to my face. “That’s probably true… But who cares? Stop fighting what feels good, Kyran.” Stop fighting.
“We should fuck, Kyran.” My heart is racing, fingers threading through his where he’s holding my hands down as I mutter, “For the fans… Right?”
“I think we both know you need to loosen the reins on that control that keeps you all bunched up with stress.” I roll my eyes. “So you’re saying a ride on your dick is like a trip to a day spa?”
Fear flickers in my brain, but I turn it off. I focus on Avi, and how confident he seems. How afraid he isn’t… How warm he is.
“Say you want me to fuck you in your perfect, sweet little ass,” Avi whispers over my lips.
“Well, then…” His eyes spring back up to mine, and I didn’t think it was possible, but my cheeks flush ever harder. “Looks like we found our bottom.”
I’m just as bad as the fans at this point. I’m chomping at the goddamn bit.
And my appetite for sexual escapades with my stepbrother is turning into its own slightly inconvenient beast of burden.
Don’t be swayed by timid smiles and the way his butt looks in those tight pants. He’s still just your dickhead stepbrother. Your secret business partner… Nothing more.
This always seems to happen to us. It’s like something about our molecules in close proximity melts hate into desire, and I just don’t get it. It makes no sense, but it feels good. And I hate that it does, because he’s such a raving jerk.
No one knows… He’s mine, and no one knows it.
How can his awful mouth turn so sweet…?
“Tell me…” I lower my lips to his jaw and bite him. “Or you don’t get what you came for.”
“Just… fuck me, Avi. I want you to… fuck me.”
“I’m gonna call you whatever the fuck I want, superstar. Get used to it.”
“For the fans?” “For the fans.”
The dude who hates me… who’s never liked me, not even a little… is letting me tear his ass apart right now.
“Avi Avi Avi… Why do you fuck so good…?”
“Because… I’ve always wanted to fuck you in the ass.”
“Gorgeous, sexy, awful human being… your ass feels like heaven, baby.”
don’t even know what I’m doing… If this is what I should be doing or not, but I don’t care. It feels like I’m claiming him; leaving my mark.
It doesn’t look like porn… Because it’s real. Like a hidden camera capturing two stepbrothers succumbing to mutual, lust-drunk desire.
He bottomed… But I feel like I’m the one who’s fucked.
Something about him taking control settles me, on a deep, emotional level I’m not at all equipped to deal with, let alone make space in my mind for Avi to be the person sitting next to me on this plane as it spirals in a downward trajectory, headed straight for impending doom.
Then be a good boy and take your cock out for me
Avi: Please, baby? I’ve been thinking about your ass all day... I’m fucking dripping for it
Avi: You want me to play with your pretty cock with my tongue? Me: Yea… I like when you do that Avi: You do… I know it cuz you give me little pulses of cum to suck out
