Chapter 15 #2
He coughs softly, just low enough that no one would hear it, and he wipes at the edge of his mouth, already looking utterly fucked.
“Good boy,” he says softly, and my cock visibly throbs in front of me.
I feel wild.
I feel like him, a little bit.
And it’s giving me that electric sensation again. Like I’m someone else. A different version of me, entirely.
“Am I a good boy if I use your mouth just to get off?” I ask him, thwacking my slick cock against his soft cheek, then doing it on the other side of his face.
I push it right back into his mouth and cock my head to one side, marveling at how good I look between his lips. “You think I’m yours?”
He deep throats me and then pulls off. “You’ve been mine for a long time. I saw how you used to look at me—”
“Shut up. Put my cock back in your throat.”
He smiles at my commanding tone. “I like you like this, Royal.”
“You have no business calling me that.”
“Then come for me and I’ll call you my slut, instead.”
I let out a slow sigh, feeling my dick throb hard.
Fuck.
Why did I like that so much?
I feel like I could come from anything now. He won’t keep a solid rhythm now, instead tonguing me and teasing me and only giving me his throat every now and then.
He’s trying to keep me on edge.
Drive me absolutely fucking insane.
Control me.
He knows I’m afraid that someone is going to walk by and he’s milking me for as long as he possibly can.
I watch the devious little expression on his face as he laps his tongue along my tip again, hating how much I love this.
Did I want this the whole time?
Is he right?
When I was curious about Hunter all throughout high school… is it because somewhere in my mind, I wanted him this badly?
The thought is sending me over the edge. No matter what I focus on—his hair, his eyes, his fucking perfect lips—it makes me want to ruin him. Come on his tongue. Maybe come all over his face and leave him sitting there, marked as mine, as I turn and walk away like he did to me earlier.
I stroke my fingers through his hair and it’s so soft, just another layer of sensation that’s sending me over the edge.
“Rayne,” I hear Weston call out from across the house.
I can hear his footsteps.
But there’s no fucking way I’m stopping.
“I don’t care,” I utter at Hunter.
And I really may have lost my mind at this point, because I mean it.
My best friend could walk in and see me using his brother’s mouth like this, and I still wouldn’t be able to pull away from Hunter.
He slides his tongue along my shaft, giving me a purposeful look as he pauses.
“Come in my mouth,” he says in a low tone.
And finally, mercifully, he starts to take me deep into his throat again in a fast, hard rhythm. I buck my hips in time with his movements and it’s so good I can’t process anything else.
Tension pools inside me and I feel it crash over me like a massive wave.
He’s sucking me like he owns me.
I’m fucking into his throat like I own him.
Right now I don’t care if that makes me depraved or desperate or just as fucking unhinged as Hunter is. I want it too badly.
As I come on his tongue, he swallows around me like he wants all of me. I can’t stop myself from letting out a low moan even though I’m trying so hard to be quiet.
He slowly pulls off of my cock, and my breath is heavy as I look down at him.
I feel like I’ve just been fucked.
Or like I just ran a marathon.
I hear a door being open and shut upstairs, and then the heavy sound of Weston’s footsteps coming down the stairs.
“We’re in here, Wes,” Hunter suddenly calls out loudly, and at the same time, he puts his palm against my softening cock.
I swat his hand away.
And he puts it back a moment later.
I’m hit with adrenaline and I scowl at him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I whisper to him.
Hunter stands up, watching me as I tuck my cock back in and pull up my sweatpants, right before Wes walks in.
“Yo,” Weston says as he loops around the open passageway, leaning on the wood of the arch.
Weston looks at me.
Then at Hunter.
Then back at me.
“Hey,” I say to him, and I feel like I should say something more but right now, I forget how the English language works.
My heart’s like a war drum inside me.
I feel like Weston can smell the sex on us. Like he must be able to tell, just from looking, every lurid, terrible detail of what I just did to his brother.
“What’s up?” Weston says, still looking between us like he’s missing something.
Not much.
My cock’s still slick with your brother’s spit.
My cum is still in his throat.
I swallow hard, still trying to remember how to speak to the person who is usually the easiest for me to talk to.
“Just chilling,” I finally say.
He pauses for a second, then nods once.
“Well. The food is ready,” he says, glaring at Hunter before walking away.
Hunter chews on his lower lip as Weston walks off. I feel like I just dodged a thousand bullets, and I don’t know whether I want to sock Hunter in the face for calling Wes into here or thank the skies above that he didn’t ask any more questions.
He might ask them later, but that’s a problem for future me to deal with.
My heart leaps in my chest as Hunter moves in close to me again.
For a moment I think he might be about to choke me out. Threaten me. Warn me about some fucked-up thing.
But instead, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips.
He’s so gentle. So warm and soft that it almost feels like he's someone else.
Like he’s someone kind.
Someone who could care about me, or care about anyone.
“Why did you have to do that?” I whisper as he pulls away from my lips. “Do you want your brother to hate both of us for the rest of his life? Because you know that’s what will happen if he ever finds out.”
He lets out a long breath. “I don’t want him to find out. But fucking with you is the most fun I’ve had in years, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to stop myself.”
He puts his hand on the back of my neck. He strokes my hair with his fingers as he gives me a hard stare.
I watch the silvery-grey flecks in his eyes and it feels alarming to realize that I’m closer to Hunter now than ever.
“Weston can never know about us, and he never will,” Hunter says.
He’s only an inch away.
Right now, it’s difficult not to lean in and kiss his lips again.
I want to. Despite everything.
“Thank you,” I say.
“I like knowing that you’re mine,” he says. “You’re mine when you’re fucking my mouth, or when you’re in class, or when you’re out playing football. You’re mine every time my brother looks at us. I’m going to protect you from whoever is after you, and it’ll be easier if you just accept that.”
My heart feels like it’s too big for my chest again.
I should be freaked out by what he’s saying, but instead, my body responds to it like a challenge.
Game on.
“Treat me like I’m your new favorite toy all you want,” I murmur. “Sure felt like you were the one who belonged to me when I was throat-fucking you, Knox.”
“I take good care of my toys. I will for you, too.”
I don’t believe a single word of it.
Hunter and Weston have never cared much about toys, anyway. Back in high school their stepmom had a habit of getting them new gadgets and technology and very nice cars anytime the boys asked. She showered them with gifts, because she wanted her new stepsons to love her.
And they never stayed interested in any of them for long.
Guys who had everything got bored of everything fast.
Hunter would drop me like a broken toy the moment he got bored of me.
I couldn’t let myself forget that.
“You think I owe a single thing to you?” I ask him. “You were supposed to tell me about London. I’m not going to forget about it, Knox.”
He looks so good it’s hard to comprehend. His lashes, his milky skin, his cheekbones. Hunter could be an actor if he wanted to be. His face is made to be looked at, and made to be admired. And I still can’t really believe I’m so close to it.
That the flame of his attention is suddenly very much aimed at me.
He presses another kiss onto my forehead. “You don’t owe me anything. You just belong to me. Get used to it.”
He lets me go and starts to walk out of the room, leaving me there as I lean back against the bookshelves in the low light.
But before he leaves, he turns back to me. “You’re going to regret asking about London. Meet me upstairs. I’ll tell you everything.”