9. Jax #2
That intrigues me more than I thought it would. I like watching, but maybe I also like being watched? I tuck that thought away and focus on the moment and the fact that I have Myles at my mercy.
My balls draw up as heat pools low in my abdomen. I’m getting close, and as much as I don’t want this to end, I’m past the point of no return.
That’s surprising, but I run with it. I usually have to force myself to come when I’m with partners, which is why I don’t bother hooking up all that often.
Sex is a chore, and it’s a lot of unnecessary work for not a lot of payout.
Blow jobs are better because I can just close my eyes and picture whatever I want, but even they can get tedious because, in my experience, no one knows how to actually suck a dick, and they put more effort into trying to look cute and play coy than they do in trying to get me off.
That kind of sex is boring, and the only reason I even force myself to come is because it’s expected. And it stops the pouting and questions about why I didn’t like it, and expected reassurance that it’s not them, it’s me, if I stop them without nutting.
But with Myles, it’s different. There’s no pretending here. We’re just two fucked-up guys who are into some fucked-up shit getting off together.
Myles does this thing where he rubs his tongue against the underside of my shaft at the same time he swallows around my cockhead, and I can’t stop my grunt of pleasure as stars dance in my vision.
He does it again, and I don’t fight as my orgasm explodes out of me, and I come down his throat with a loud groan as he eagerly swallows everything I give him.
When I’m done shooting, I let go of his head.
He doesn’t pull off, and the hard suck he gives me as he curls his tongue around my shaft triggers an aftershock that sends another ripple of that delicious pleasure through me.
Another groan falls from my lips, and I can’t stop my gasp when he slowly licks his way off my dick until my softening shaft falls from his mouth with an obscene pop .
He sits back on his heels and lifts his eyes to meet mine. They’re wide and a bit glassy, but it’s the desperation that I can’t look away from. He’s so turned on he’s squirming on the ground, all because I forced him to suck my dick.
A fresh wave of desire moves through me, and I drop my eyes to his cock. He’s so hard it’s tenting his leggings, and my chest tightens when he squeezes his thighs together and lets out a needy whimper.
I take a moment to tuck my dick away and do up my pants. This is also new for me. Once my orgasm hits, I’m done. I can pretend like I’m still feeling it to finish up, but I’ve already mentally checked out, and I’m just going through the motions at that point.
Myles’s obvious arousal is sexy. Being able to see the evidence of how much he wants me is hotter than I thought it would be. Nothing about this encounter makes any sense, but at the same time, it makes perfect sense.
This is the first time I’ve had the kind of sex that I want, the kind that I’ve always known I crave but have never indulged in because it’s so depraved. Now I have a chance to explore it, and I’m not going to let anything stand in my way.
Myles flinches as I reach for him, and that makes me smile. He hasn’t forgotten what this is either, and he still has enough sense to be afraid of me.
The low chuckle that rumbles out of me makes him flinch again, but he doesn’t pull away when I grip the waistband of his leggings and give them a hard pull. He takes the hint and shifts off his heels so he’s kneeling, our poses mirrored.
The darkness around us guarantees that he can’t see my face under my hood, and that only makes everything that much hotter.
Being a twin is the best thing in the world, and as much as my brother drives me crazy and loves to stomp on my last nerve, he’s a part of me. But being a twin also means that I don’t really have my own identity outside our inner circle.
I’m the quiet twin, one of the Hawthorne twins, or Jace’s brother.
That’s how the world sees me, and while our family name and proximity to wealth and power give us massive advantages in the world, it also means that people don’t see us.
They see our family and what we can do for them when they look at us.
People will do anything if they think it’ll benefit them, and Jace and I have spent our entire lives being treated like our dad’s and uncles’ proxies. We get what we want, do what we want, and no one ever tells us no. It’s made life easy for us, but it’s also boring as hell.
Myles has no idea who I am. He’s not doing this for any reason other than he wants to. And that makes him even more interesting.
He slowly drags his tongue over his bottom lip, then swallows hard. He wants more, but he needs me to give him a reason to let go.
Slipping my hand under the waistband of both his leggings and underwear, I grip his hard cock. Holding another man’s dick isn’t weird, and the sense of power it gives me when his eyes widen and his lips part in a soft gasp is next level.
I give him a long stroke, more to test things than to tease him, then let go.
He whimpers in protest, but I just spit into my palm. His eyes flutter closed when I grip him again, but I don’t stroke.
He opens his eyes and looks at me in confusion. I give his shaft a little squeeze, but nothing more.
I watch as his expression shifts from confused to angry to curious. And I smile when he gives a little test thrust and drags his cock through the circle of my hand.
I give him another squeeze to tell him that’s exactly what I want him to do, and he bites his lip as he does it again.
I watch him as he rolls his hips, thrusting harder and faster into my hand until he’s fucking it like a man possessed, chasing his orgasm and panting out the hottest little moans and sighs I’ve ever heard.
I let him keep thrusting until his eyes roll back in his head, then I pull my hand away.
His cry is loud and desperate as his eyes fly open and he keeps fucking the air. I’m not done with him, not by a long shot, and I grab his bound hands and drag him to his feet.
He lets me pull him up, and his eyes shine with excitement as I shove him against the closest tree. He falls against it, a hint of a smile curling his lips as I advance on him and press my forearm against his chest, pinning him to the trunk.
The cry he lets out when I grip his cock again is wild and unrestrained, and the thought that someone could hear us makes me grin under my hood as I start stroking him.
Myles’s eyes widen, and his mouth falls open as I jack his cock the way I like.
It’s hard and rough, and he’s probably going to feel it for a while after I’m done, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he whimpers and rocks his hips.
He’s squirming under my arm, his face a mask of desperate desire as he chases his orgasm.
I watch him in rapt fascination, taking in every detail of his pleasure and the way his eyes and expression change the closer he gets. I want his orgasm, want to see him tip over the edge and watch as he finally gives in to everything he’s been holding back.
I get my wish a second later, and I don’t look away as he comes hard, crying out and thrusting into my hand as he shoots his load all over the front of my jacket.
I jerk him through it, not stopping until he’s pushing against me with his bound hands and begging me to stop.
When I do, he sags against the tree, a goofy grin splitting his lips, and I find myself smiling as I undo the belt around his hands. He mumbles something and presses his palms into the tree behind him.
We stay like that for a long while, with me holding him up as he comes down from his orgasm. When it seems to have passed, I let go and step back.
He stares at me in wide-eyed wonder, then clears his throat and tucks himself away. “I think we’re lost.”
I chuckle and put my belt back on. “I know where we are.”
“You do?” He looks around. “Are you going to leave me out here to find my way back?” he asks tentatively.
“No.” I point toward the school. “That’s north.”
He follows my hand. “That’s simple enough.” He looks back at me and lets out a bewildered laugh. “I guess I should…” He motions in the direction I was just pointing.
I nod.
“Um, thanks?” He laughs again. “Yeah, I’m going to go before I make things even weirder.” He gives me a little wave, then laughs again as he shakes his head and starts walking back toward campus.
I follow him at a distance, not bothering to hide but staying far enough back that he has to search me out in the dark when he looks behind him.
I stay with him until he’s stepping through the tree line at the back of Boone House and watch as he cuts across the small backyard and pulls his ID out of a pocket in his leggings.
He pauses after he swipes it over the lock and looks around one more time, then disappears inside.
I wait a few beats, then head toward Hamilton House and Rebel territory.
It seems Myles is just full of surprises.
Does he have any more games he wants to play? Because I sure as hell do.