“Get the fuck off me,” the strained, muffled voice warns.
Despite everything within me, telling me to get off this guy and beat him up so he never finds out who just dry thrusted against his ass, my balls tighten, and I force him farther into the dirt by the neck.
“St-op,” they whisper, but there’s no fucking fight left in them.
I straighten my arms, shoving down the person’s hood at the back, pausing when I see short dark hair. Reality hits me that I might actually be hard for a guy right now, but I still don’t get off them.
Fuck. My pulse thunders in my ears at the softness of their hair as I slide my hand up their nape and brush my fingers through the wavy strands.
And my cock twitches even more, my lungs burn with the need for pleasure – I haven’t felt this way in months. Something inside me snaps. I stand up, roughly yanking the person to their knees by their hair. They don’t move as I stare down at the black mask.
Whoever this is, they’re submitting. How far will they let me go?
Reaching for the chin of the mask, they don’t stop me as I slide it up, and I hesitate, my heart fucking thundering and cock pulsing as I stare down at my stepbrother.
I swallow past a sudden lump in my throat, my eyes zoned into his lips, his fucking mouth.
His heavy breaths – how audible they are.
Why am I getting harder?
The green eyes I need to stare at every day are locked onto my mask, reminding me that I’ll never be as good as him. I’ll never be the family good boy or excel in college. I’m the reject, the black sheep who is nothing but a disappointment like my father, and it’s all because of this prick.
I grit my teeth as I snatch his jaw, reaching for my belt and unbuckling it quickly, unable to think straight. “Open,” I say, doing everything I can to hide my voice. “Open your fucking mouth.”
Blaise’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t refuse or tell me to fuck off. He doesn’t tell me he has a girlfriend or that he’snot interested. He doesn’t realize his eyes are dropping to his stepbrother’s cock.
I fist my thick length, precum already leaking from the tip as I rim his soft lips that are begging to wrap around me. I can tell by the look in his eyes. Terrified yet needy.
Blaise is nervous – the breaths falling from his lips aren’t from running.
He doesn’t even know whose dick is in his face. I wonder how his dad would react if he saw his angelic son sucking his stepson’s dick? I don’t even have my phone on me to record this moment.
Grabbing a handful of his hair, I tug his head back, rubbing the underside of my cock against his mouth and letting a deep groan leave my strained throat. I should be ashamed of this – I have a girlfriend. And this is Blaise’s mouth I’m rubbing my cock against.
“Tongue out,” I say, low and demanding.
I tighten my grip on his hair as the heat of his tongue slides against the underside of my cock. As much as this is a way to punish him, I’m dying to slide my cock into his mouth, to feel how good he is at sucking.
I’ve never had a guy suck my cock before. Fuck, I’ve never done anything with a guy before. Why is this even happening? Why is my body reacting this way? Why do I want to pin him down and force him to take every inch into his throat?
His hands fly up to push at my thighs as I thrust into his mouth, finally giving me some resistance. And damn, it feels so good. He’s trying to shove me away, even as he’s wrapping his lips around my cock, making my balls tighten and tingle.
I hold the back of his head, keeping my balance as I pull him toward me, forcing him to take another inch.
There are voices around us. Someone’s screaming for someone to stop. I think it might be Blaise’s girlfriend. Maybeshe’s being choked the fuck out, the same way I’m choking her boyfriend out with my dick.
I force my way deeper, feeling his throat contracting around me. His eyes are watering, and I want to take a picture so I can show him. I could use it as blackmail the next time he tries to use my mom against me, the conniving little bastard.
Rage consumes me, thinking of all the times he’s made me look like the bad guy to our parents, and I grab both sides of his head and roughly fuck his mouth, reveling in the sound of him gagging and gasping around my thickness.
Is it bad that Allie doesn’t make me feel this way? This fucking feral while getting a blowjob? I’m like an animal as I completely ruin him until his hands slide from my thighs, giving up as I control his head.
I don’t think he’s breathing, but his eyes stay glued to my mask. I guess he’s still somehow alive as I repeatedly slam into his mouth.
Another scream from behind, too far away to see what I’m doing to Blaise, so I go faster, harder, feeling the swollen crown bruising the back of his throat until I’m seeing stars.
My head falls back, elongating my neck as I grit out a moan.
