9. Felix #3
I glare at him, or at least I try to. I’m not sure it hits because he just chuckles and lets go of my dick.
My cry of protest turns into one of surprise as he jams his thigh between my legs and grinds it against my oversensitive dick.
“Go ahead,” he urges, lifting his leg so I’m balanced on my tip toes as he uses his body to pin me against the wall. “Rub off on me.” He shifts his thigh so it grinds against my dick in a way that sets off another rush of pleasure. “You know you want to.”
I glare at him through the haze of desire and resist the overwhelming need to give in and just rub off against him until I come.
I have no idea how the fuck we got here, or even what’s happening, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of letting him see how much he’s affecting me.
He huffs out a soft laugh and slides his hand back under my clothes to fist my cock again. I wait for him to stroke me, but he stays still, his expression full of challenge.
I grit my teeth and stare right back at him. We stay like that for a good minute, glaring at each other while he pins me to the wall and holds my cock like it’s his emotional support blanket.
The pressure on my neck is driving me crazy, and the heat from his hand on my dick is making it hard to remember why I shouldn’t drive my hips into that perfect circle and fuck his fist until I come all over him.
My lower body tightens, and my hips twitch, but I don’t give in.
“Come on, little brother,” he whispers in my ear. “You know you want to.”
My thoughts go cloudy, and the tingling on my skin intensifies to the point little bursts of pleasure explode everywhere we’re touching.
Killian bites the shell of my ear. It’s not hard, barely more than a nip, but it sends a shockwave of desire through me, and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan as my eyes roll back in my head.
He laughs and does it again. The combination of his hot breath and teasing mouth is too much, and I punch my hips out, pushing my dick through his hand.
The relief coursing through me is almost as good as the pleasure, and I thrust into his fist with wild abandon, chasing my orgasm as I finally give in to the moment.
And into him.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he urges, his voice low and raspy. “You fucking love this.” He drags his teeth over his lower lip, and that simple move sends another rush of pleasure through me that’s so intense it steals my breath and leaves me gasping.
“Jesus,” he mutters and strokes me, timing them with each thrust of my hips and helping me find the perfect rhythm. “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna shoot your load all over me like the slut you are.”
I’m too far gone to care that he’s right and keep chasing my release like the mindless animal he’s turned me into.
He locks his gaze on mine and watches as my orgasm builds inside me. I speed up my hips, needing more, but Killian uses his bigger body to pin me to the wall.
I don’t even have time to cry out in protest before he’s jacking me off, his intense stare locked on my face as he brings me closer and closer to the edge with every punishing drag of his hand.
The bitten-off sighs and choked mewling sounds I’m making would be embarrassing if I had the presence of mind to be embarrassed, but all I can focus on is how incredible it feels and how much I need to come.
Killian doesn’t look away as the pleasure overtakes me, and I crash into my orgasm with a strangled scream.
His expression is greedy as he strokes me through it, wringing every last drop of my release from me until the pleasure finally ebbs away and is replaced by a dull pain that somehow still feels amazing.
Killian steps back, using the now loose grip he still has on my neck to shove me to the floor. I fall in a heap, landing hard on my ass, still disoriented and out of it from the intensity of my orgasm.
Blearily, I look up at him.
He’s…magnificent. There’s no other word to describe him as he stands over me and rips open his pants.
My eyes fall to his hard cock as he pulls it free from his briefs and slides his hand down his length.
Wait, what? He’s hard?
Did getting me off turn him on? Or is this a power thing, and he’s trying to humiliate me even more than he already has?
I blink stupidly at him, and instead of stopping things, I sit there like a moron and watch as he jerks off over me.
“What do you say?”
“Say?” I echo.
“I just got you off. I think that deserves a thank you.”
“Fuck you.”
“And here I was going to be nice.” He shakes his head disapprovingly. “Where do you want it?”
“Want what?”
“My load.” His face tightens with pleasure as he lets out a low grunt. “I’m gonna come on you no matter what, so either pick where, or I will.”
I drop my eyes to his dick, my head finally clear enough that I can take a good look at it. He’s long and thick, with a broad head and a patch of neatly trimmed hair at the base.
Something deep inside me pulses with awareness, and my mouth waters as the most insane desire hits me.
I want to taste him. But more than that, I want to choke on him. Feel him slide along my tongue and stretch my lips as he presses down my throat until I can’t breathe.
What the fuck?
“Like what you see?” he scrapes out, his voice heavy with pleasure and his face tight with it.
I lift my eyes and glare at him.
He takes a half step closer. “Open your mouth.”
I roll my lips inward and bite down on them, making a show out of disobeying.
He takes another half step, closing the gap between us so he’s right in front of me. He’s so close I can feel the brush of his hand against my cheek with every furious drag of his fist.
“Either open your mouth, or I’m coming on your face.” He tugs violently on his balls with his free hand, his face twisted up in pleasure.
I glare up at him.
He huffs out a strained laugh and licks his bottom lip. “Of course you’d be a pillow princess just like everyone else I’ve hooked up with.”
The term raises my hackles a bit, but I inherently know that he doesn’t mean it as a homophobic dig.
Killian might be an asshole with very loose morals and a penchant for violence, but he’s not a bigot.
He’s just using the term because it’s part of his vernacular, not because he’s calling me a woman.
“Come on, princess,” he taunts, stopping his strokes long enough to rub the tip of his dick against my cheek.
The slide of his wet skin over mine sends a little shiver of awareness through me, and my stomach clenches again when I feel the damp trail he left behind.
“Come on, Fefe.” He spreads his legs wide, his stance powerful and every bit as cocky as he is as he looms over me. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”
He slaps his dick against my lips hard enough to sting, and I bite back a groan as he does it again.
“Or I can make you.” He scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip and starts stroking again, moving slower than before.
“What do you say, little brother? You gonna be a good boy, or are you going to learn that bad boys get punished?”
My entire body clenches, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek so the pain stops me from softening my expression and giving away how much his words are affecting me.
Why the fuck is this turning me on? Why is the thought of him grabbing my head and shoving his dick down my throat to skull fuck me so damn hot?
A slow, predatory smile spreads over Killian’s lips, and the next thing I know, he grabs my hair and yanks my head back.
“Open,” he rasps and holds his cock by the base, angling it toward my mouth.
I glare up at him defiantly.
“Don’t make me ask you twice.” His tone is all threat.
Slowly, I part my lips.
“Stick your tongue out. Now,” he adds when I don’t immediately obey.
He twists his hand in my hair. Pain explodes on my scalp, and my mouth falls open as I let out a surprised cry.
Heat and something I can’t read flash in his expression as he works his cock faster. The head of his dick rubs against the flat of my tongue with every stroke, and his taste explodes in my senses.
Everything about the moment is wrong, and I have no idea how the fuck we even got here. How the hell did we go from arguing about me leaving the room to Killian jerking off over me and using me as a cum sock?
“I should make you finish me,” he says. “Use you like the slut you are.” He tightens his grip on my hair and gives it a little tug. “What do you think of that idea, little brother?”
Something inside me snaps, and instead of blowing up at him or shoving him away, I close my lips around the head of his cock.
It feels weird, but at the same time, it doesn’t. I’ve never had a dick in my mouth, never wanted to put one there, but this feels right. Like it’s totally normal for me to willingly suck Killian off instead of waiting for him to come on my face.
His eyes widen, and his mouth falls open in surprise.
Pride rushes through me at his genuine shock, and I rub my tongue against his shaft in a teasing glide, just to see what he does.
Killian’s grunt of pleasure is one of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard, and I let out my own grunt when he grips my hair with both hands and rolls his hips to slide his cock over my tongue.
“Fuck,” he pants, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, quickly finding a rhythm as he face fucks me. “That’s it,” he groans. “Keep sucking. God, you’re such a slut.” There’s something different about his tone. It’s still biting and sharp, but there’s a note of admiration in it I’m not expecting.
Before I can think too hard about the shift, Killian lets out a ragged cry and stiffens as he comes, filling my mouth with his release.
I swallow instinctively as I stare at Killian in rapt fascination, taking in every moment of his pleasure.
He’s beautiful when he comes. Killian is gorgeous any day of the week, and you don’t have to be into men to see it. But most people look silly when they come, or at least a little weird.
Of course my stepbrother would be the exception to the rule and look like a goddamn supermodel when he orgasms.
When he’s finally done shooting, Killian pulls his softening cock out of my mouth and takes a step back.
Deliberately, I swallow the last of him. “You taste good, big brother.”
Something in Killian’s expression flares, and he stares down at me like he can’t decide if he wants to kill me or flip me over and fuck me into the floor.
Letting my blank mask slip back into place, I get up and tuck myself away. Without saying a word, Killian does the same. When he’s mostly put back together, he spins on his heel and stalks right out of the room.
When the door closes behind him, I make my way back over to the couch and sit down.
“What the fuck just happened?” I mutter to the empty room.