It was all too much, and I coughed hard, sending cum streaming out of my mouth and nose, covering both Jake and I in a fountain of jizz.
Jake held me there anyway, groaning as he spilled every last drop. Eventually, he sagged back against the bed, releasing my hair.
I looked down, very aware of the cum dripping from my chin and landing on Drew’s throat. He placed one last, long lick across the length of me before sliding down so I could see his slick face, coated with my desire.
‘Such a perfect slut,’ he mouthed before holding his pointer finger to his lips, instructing me to keep quiet.
I should have told Jake immediately. But it was too late. The sordid little secret had filled me with illicit delight, making Jake and I’s pleasure increase treble-fold.
And Drew knew if I told, he’d tell. And then I’d lose Jake for good.
He shimmied back out of view as Jake ran his hands through his hair.
‘Goddamn, Sarah. Did you come from blowing me?’
Sort of. If your stepbrother secretly sucking my soul out of my vulva counts.
‘I did,’ I said. Just a little white lie.
‘That was incredible,’ he said with a sated smile. ‘But what a fucking mess we made.’
‘I can take care of it.’ I knelt forward and pressed my tongue against his sticky thighs, scooping the cum up while holding his gaze.
‘You don’t have to do that.’ Jake’s face twisted in disgust. Which filled me with shame. Which made me even wetter.
I wanted him to see me like that. His sweet, and proper girlfriend out there, and his filthy whore in the bedroom.
He didn’t stop me. But neither did he encourage it. He merely sat there aghast until I’d swallowed every spilled drop.
Perhaps I’d breached a boundary, or we’d both discovered far too much about ourselves to be able to look one another inthe eye, but after a quick shower, we lay in bed together without speaking.
I hoped I hadn’t pushed him too far. Given him too deep a glimpse into how depraved I’d become.
Doubts raced in my head, eroding any pleasure I’d felt. Guilt sneaking in and tearing through me. As Jake drifted into sleep, his arm became a weight around my waist. Feeling more claustrophobic by the minute, I tried to calm my breathing, not wanting to wake him again.
I’d assumed Drew had slid out from under the bed as we washed, and gave a surprised squeak when he appeared beside me.
Placing an arm on the bed, he sat there for a moment, his eyes scanning my face in the darkened room. I don’t know what he could see there, but whatever it was made his eyes soften.
Reaching out, he tucked my hair behind my ear, those dark eyes of his never leaving my face.
‘Stop worrying,’ he whispered, his voice deep and reassuring. ‘You were amazing. You didn’t even need to be told to clean up the mess you made. It was perfect.’
I hadn’t known how badly I needed to hear the praise after the session Jake and I had. Drew used his words to gather up the broken, exposed parts of me, and pack them neatly back into place. Wrapping me with the reassurance that it was okay to be the way I was. That some people craved it where Jake tolerated it.
‘It’s not that he thinks badly of you for being the way you are, he just doesn’t have the other side to balance you out.’
I wasn’t used to Drew being sweet. It was disconcerting.
‘How do you know that he doesn’t have it?’ I whispered.
‘Because.’ Drew leaned so close that his lips grazed against mine. My breath trembled as I closed my eyes, waiting for him to kiss me. Longing for it in that moment, despite never havingimagined I’d crave his touch. His hand wrapped my throat, squeezing just enough to make my eyes pop back open. ‘When he fucked your mouth, he was fantasising about my cock in his throat.’
Pain seared at his words, my mouth opening to protest that it wasn’t true.
Drew’s mouth crushed over mine, swallowing down my protest with a demanding kiss. A kiss that felt like a claim rather than something shared. His hot tongue worked into my mouth, stroking his dominance into me. His grip tightened around my throat until I grew lightheaded and slack, letting him take what he desired from me.
In that one, sordid kiss, I finally found what I’d been chasing. A moment of pure abandonment. Of being used for his pleasure. Of being a toy for him to play with at his whim.
