Chapter 29 #2
His words hit me like a truck, but I manage to keep a straight face. Jacob is the first thing that comes to my mind when I hear the word honey. My stomach turns into a painful knot, but I don’t want to think about that right now. Not when I finally have Killien like I’ve always wanted him.
I lean forward and take his cock into my mouth, feeling him squirm underneath me in surprise. That certainly makes me forget. And he really does taste like freaking tangerine on top of his skin’s natural essence. It’s intoxicating, and I can’t get enough of it as I take as much of him as I can.
“Oh, fuck—” Killien hisses, one of his hands reaching for my hair and touching it softly.
I relax around him until he’s all the way in, nestled in my throat. He’s big, yes, but I can accommodate him.
Hell, I’d break my jaw to fit his cock if I had to.
Moving up slowly, I let Killien slip out of my mouth, only to swallow him whole again. The sound he makes as I do it has my dick twitching between my thighs. My confidence quickly returns with the way he reacts to me.
I guide Killien’s hand to the back of my head while I repeat the motion he seems to enjoy so much until he’s panting and pulling my hair. Wrapping my pierced lips tightly around him, I pull back, his cock slipping out once more.
“Fuck my throat, Killi,” I say, my voice raw with need.
“A-are you sure?”
“Yes. I want you to.”
We stare at each other for a few seconds, almost like he’s hesitating. However, as soon as I take him into my mouth again, he starts guiding my head up and down, just like I asked.
“Dammit,” he groans. My eyes fill up with tears as I gag on his cock. “Fuck, that feels . . .”
I’d smile if I could, but all I can do right now is moan.
I let Killien have his way with me, enjoying it too much.
He’s so deep inside my throat I can barely breathe, but it doesn’t matter.
I love being choked. Especially by my ginger angel.
I just stare at him, reveling in the sight.
His beautiful body is coated in tiny, glistening drops of sweat, and his eyes are glowing at me like never before.
“Shit—your throat is so tight,” Killien whispers, his movements turning frantic.
He pulls on my hair as he moves my head at his will; fast and rough.
It’s wet and messy, my spit overflowing onto his pelvis and our tastes mingling on my tongue.
All I do is shiver as my blood boils from the arousal of finally having what I’ve always wanted.
Simply knowing that I can give him this kind of pleasure makes my heart race in excitement.
I’d do this forever if I could.
“Damien, I’m about to . . .”
Yes, I feel it. Killien’s cock pulsing deep inside my throat, spilling his delicious tangerine essence, making me gag and squeeze him tighter. He lets out a loud moan, arching his back while his fingers pull on my curls so roughly it hurts. I’m in ecstasy, blissfully content with what’s happening.
“Fuck, I’m sorry . . .” he whispers, pulling me off his dick gently.
He looks down at me with his cheeks all flushed.
Damn, he’s so freaking beautiful when he comes.
A lot more than I ever imagined. Maybe it’s the way his dark eyebrows seem to pull together, or his parted lips, or the deep, husky noises he makes, or the subtle tremble of his lean, muscular body. Or, maybe, it’s all perfect.
I cough out a laugh, not sure what he’s apologizing for. My hands run up his thighs as I hover over him to claim his lips again. His sweet tangerine taste dances between our mouths, still present on my tongue although I swallowed all he gave me.
Killien wraps one of his strong arms around my shoulders.
His other hand reaches to pull my boxers down, just enough to release my cock.
His fingers wrap around my length, easily gliding against my wet skin since I’m covered in my own cum.
He strokes it once, then goes still, freezing in place.
I break our kiss to look at him and find him raising his eyebrows at me.
“What is that?” he asks, running his thumb down the underside of my shaft, teasing my piercings as he does it. I moan loudly in response to his touch, biting my lower lip. It feels way too good.
Surprise, surprise, brother . . .
He didn’t know about the last present I got from Jacob; three straight barbells along the underside of my shaft.
Funnily enough, it’s a set of piercings commonly known as Jacob’s ladder—not that I find that name very amusing right now.
I’d been thinking about getting those for a long time, but never told him because I knew he’d freak out.
Killien pushes me back gently, forcing me to sit on my heels again.
He leans on one of his elbows and stares at me, inspecting my cock with a somewhat horrified expression.
I watch him turn paler than he already is, taking in the sight of what he was just running his thumb through.
I giggle at how adorable he is; so squeamish when it comes to needles.
Sometimes, I wonder how I convinced him get our matching tattoos.
“I got those a few weeks ago . . .” I say, as I guide his finger up and down the three piercings. My muscles tense, and I hiss at the pleasure it causes.
“Goddammit, Damien—” He shakes his head, but doesn’t stop playing with my dick and staring at how I shiver in response. “When are you going to stop mutilating yourself?”
I laugh and dive back into him, pressing soft kisses up his neck as I approach his lips. “Let’s not have this conversation now.”
Killien rolls his eyes at me before he easily melts back into the kiss.
His fingers continue to play with my piercings as he strokes me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge in no time.
It feels so good that I can’t even think.
But before I erupt, he brings his hand back to the side of my hips, pulling me into him and forcing our cocks to rub against each other.
His fingers dig into my butt cheeks as he guides my movements once more.
It’s a wet dream come true. His moans dying in my mouth, the warmth of his velvety skin on mine, our cocks gliding together against his rock-hard abs. I feel like I’m about to fall apart again when he stops forcing my hips to move, his glowing eyes locking on mine.
“What do you want from me, Damien?” he asks right against my lips, taking me by surprise.
I struggle to process what he means by that for a few seconds, but he doesn’t rush it. His gaze wanders around my face, studying me, reading my expression.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I chuckle. “I want you to fuck me, Killi.”
He nods, kissing me once more.
My heart beats loudly in my ears while the butterflies in my stomach swarm frantically.
The fact that he asked me what I wanted does something to me on a deep, unconscious level.
Because he cares. Because if I said no, he’d stop.
Even in this very moment, when he’s hard and eager—which isn’t at all what I experienced with my past boyfriends.
Besides Jacob. But I quickly push that thought away—now is not the time.
Killien breaks our kiss, a devilish smile on his lips as he brings his hand to my face and sticks two fingers into my mouth.
I suck on them eagerly, showing off my piercing as I let my tongue dance between them.
When they’re properly coated with my saliva, he returns to my ass, finally pressing his middle finger against my entrance.
I instantly arch my back, overwhelmed by the pleasure of finally feeling him like I’ve wanted for so damn long.
Killien continues to circle my hole for a while, making me moan and shiver until I can’t take it anymore.
I push my hips back onto his hand, driving his long, slender digit inside me, which seems to please him because he moans loudly.
“Eager to get my finger into your ass?” he whispers between heavy breaths.
“Hm—fuck yes!”
Unable to hold back, I thrust my hips back and forth, fucking myself eagerly with his digit while our cocks glide against one another between our bodies.
It feels incredible; a fantasy turned reality.
For so many years I’ve fingered myself imagining this—that it was him; his hand, his desire to stretch me and get me ready for his cock.
And yet, my wildest dreams can’t compete with reality.
My insides clench around him and I gasp loudly when he adds a second digit. Killien stretches me patiently, scissoring his fingers inside me, occasionally lingering on my prostate. I wonder where he learnt to do that, but my thoughts melt and scatter with the overwhelming pleasure.
As he adds a third one, I feel my blood boiling and my cock pulsing.
I’m so close to orgasming again, that I’m absolutely out of control.
Killien’s hand grabs my neck and forces me to look up at him.
He claims my mouth with such possessiveness that I feel like I’m swooning.
The way he handles me is just . . . beyond perfect.
As if I belonged to him—which is obviously true.
My entire body trembles in pleasure, my senses heightened by the only thing I ever truly wanted: Killien. My stepbrother. The only person I love. And just when I’m about to come again, he pulls his fingers out, getting a groan in protest from me.
Fuck! How is he so good at edging me? Motherfucker.
I still feel warm and fuzzy all over as Killien pulls back and grins at me.
“Get on all fours for me, will you?” he says, sending a shiver right down my spine. How many times have I dreamed of hearing those words from him? I’ve lost count.