Chapter 22 #2
Taking a chance, because I know he’s relaxed from the alcohol, I pop off his cock just long enough to wet my middle finger, and then I’m pulling him back into my mouth as my newly saturated finger trails behind his balls.
I nudge his feet wider with my knees and bring my finger to his hole.
Not pushing in, just applying pressure to the sensitive flesh.
Saying hello in a way that lets him know I want this part of him, too.
His hips buck, and he gasps, but I don’t back off.
Stone is stronger than I am, even when he’s had several drinks. If he didn’t want me here, he’d let me know one way or another.
As I continue my assault, he begins pushing his ass back toward my hand, trying to get my finger inside himself.
I groan with pleasure and frustration. My finger’s not nearly wet enough to penetrate him, but fuck, I’m going to bust a nut just from knowing he wants it.
“Han, I’m gonna—” he starts but is abruptly cutoff mid sentence.
“Stone? Hanlon? Are you guys down here?” Logan’s voice on the stairs sends a bucket of ice water through my veins.
I’m about to release Stone’s dick, but he clamps down on the back of my head, fucking me for all he’s worth.
Tears spring to my eyes, and I realize he’s too far gone to stop now.
The first spurt of come hits the back of my tongue right as I hear, “What the fuck? Are you…”
Stone’s mouth hangs open in a silent moan above me, but as his abs contract beneath his dress shirt and his torso pitches forward, it’s very obvious that yes, he is, in fact, coming.
Instead of leaving Stone to it in private, Logan’s voice gets closer…and flirtier.
“Jesus, Addario. Am I really that bad? You’d rather rub one out by yourself instead of letting me get my mouth on what I’m sure is a spectacular cock?”
“Logan? What the fuck are you doing down here?” Stone asks, totally panicking now that his orgasm is over. Wrenching his cock from my mouth, he shoves himself back into his pants.
“Looking for you and your brother. Imagine my delight when I stumbled upon your head thrown back in ecstasy. I’m just sad the bar top hid the best part from view. Do you, uh, need any help cleaning up?” I hear his elbows land on the bar above my head.
“What? No! Get the fuck out of here.”
I push on Stone’s thigh, encouraging him to leave the bar and go with Logan back upstairs, but he isn’t moving.
“So, you’re gonna jack off in a public place then get pissed when you get caught?” Logan laughs, and suddenly, fingers graze the top of my head.
Oh, fuuuuck.
“What the hell?” he says, his body casting a shadow in the moonlight as he leans over the bar. “Hanlon? What the fuck is going on?”
I blow out a breath and look at Stone, who’s gone as pale as the moon.
“We can explain,” I say, not sure at all how I’m supposed to explain this.
“I think I’d rather you didn’t,” Logan says, his tone of disgust perfectly clear.
Finally, Stone comes back online. “Logan, you have to understand—”
“This is fucked up, you know that, right?”
“We aren’t related by blood. You know that, right?” Stone says, blowing out a breath.
“How long has this been going on?”
“Just a few days, actually,” I answer, not that we owe him one.
“This is unbelievable,” Logan huffs. “So, what? I get to be the unwilling keeper of all your secrets now? No one knows you’re brothers, which, in light of this information, is probably good.
But now you want me to hide the fact that you’re fucking your student on top of that?
” Logan begins pacing angrily, his voice rising with each word he speaks.
“Christ, Stone, it’s not like you didn’t have options that don’t include incest,” Logan fires.
“I can’t help who I want. Trust me, my life would make a lot more sense if I were into you,” Stone says in a tone that sounds too close to defeat for my liking.
The thought of Stone being with anyone other than me has me seeing red, and I can’t stay quiet any longer.
“Stop making him feel like shit,” I growl at Logan. “He and I aren’t related. Our parents are married. That’s it. We don’t even have the same last name.”
“So that makes this okay?” he snarls, turning his ire on me.
“It makes it not as fucked up as you’re making it sound.”
Logan shakes his head. “You’re never going to be able to make this work. Someone else is going to find out, and you’re either going to get burned for fucking your brother or fired for fucking your student.”
And then he’s gone.
“He’s right, you know,” Stone says sadly, dropping his head into his hands.
“He’s not. It’s Logan, Stone. He’s just running his mouth because he’s pissed. And truthfully, he’d be pissed no matter who you were dating. It’s just an extra slap in the face because it’s me.”
Stone waves his hand toward the stairs. “That’s going to be everyone’s reaction, Hanlon.”
“No. It isn’t. I refuse to believe people will care that much. And even if they do, so what? It’s not illegal. We can’t help how we met,” I argue, hating that he’s slipping through my fingers.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Stone says quietly.
“Neither of us did, but I’m not throwing in the towel just because Logan’s jealousy made him fly off the handle.” I place my hands on Stone’s shoulders before moving them up to cup his face. “I just got you back. Please don’t walk away from me again.”
Giving me a sad smile, he covers my hands with his.
“I can’t, even though I know I should. Now, let’s get the hell out of here.”