“Don’t stop,” he says, his voice strained.
For a long moment, our eyes stay glued, my heart accelerating to a dangerous pace, feeling like it’s about to bound out of my fucking chest.
His gaze dips to my hand around my cock. He’ll be able to see it faintly through the glass. “Keep going.”
My hand stays around my length. “You just have to ruin everything, don’t you?”
He nods. “I said…keep going.”
My grip tightens, and I grit my teeth to hide the way it’s making me fucking feral – him looking at me like I’m next for breakfast, his face, his deep voice, the corded muscles I can seethrough his clothes. His hands have veins, and I picture the touch being his hand wrapped around me as I absently thrust into my own palm.
From outside the bathroom, my bedroom door opens. “Cole?” Allie calls out, and I pause. What the fuck is she doing here?
Blaise reaches over and locks the door. “Keep going,” he demands again quietly, crossing his arms and leaning against the sink once more.
His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, matching my own, and I clench my jaw, needing so badly to move my hand, my fingers flexing around the throbbing girth.
Blaise’s body is so relaxed, watching, waiting, and I’m as tense and rigid everywhere.
“Cole?” Allie calls my name again, and the bathroom door handle jiggles. Neither of us look in that direction. I’m trapped under his spell, eyes locked through each slow, tight stroke. I hate myself for doing it, for listening, but for some reason or another, the pleasure wrapping around my spine intensifies with him watching me.
“Can you let me in? Please, talk to me, baby. You can’t break up with me!” Her little fist smashes into the wood, a sob following. “Please, Cole. Your mom asked me to go on this trip since you didn’t ask me. We’ll make it work. I’ll be a good girl.”
She lowers her voice. “I’m always a good girl for you, aren’t I?”
Blaise tilts his head to the side, both of us ignoring her. “Is she always a good girl for you, big brother?”
“No,” I breathe, biting my lip. “I’m not your fucking brother.”
He chuckles, and fuck, my balls nearly explode. “What do you think she’d say if she knew you were in here, touching yourself, fucking loving it too, as I watched?”
Depraved. I’m depraved and sick and I love it.
“I knew she didn’t satisfy you,” he says, smirking as he comes closer to the glass. “You want a cock. And not just any cock. I think you want mine.”
He slides open the glass door, the bathroom far too steamed up for him to see the faint bruises from last night. His proximity has my body feeling alive and I hate myself for it.
My eyes roll as the back of my head hits the tiles again, the muscles in my thighs tightening while I fuck my hand. I’m unable to stop the deep moan from rumbling in my chest.
Listening to Blaise’s voice, I feel him press his hand to my pec, siding it up to grab my throat, strangling me, robbing me of air, but not enough to cut off my words.
“Don’t…fucking touch me,” I say through gritted teeth, slowing my strokes despite wanting him to drop to his knees and suck my cock again, to feel what it’s like to slide into him.
Blaise’s eyes brighten, soaking himself under the shower. His fingers wrap around my wrist, forcing me to keep going.
With a groan, I release so damn hard I see stars under my eyelids. I come all over his wrist as he makes me keep jerking myself through my orgasm while he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. “Hmm,” he hums. “I knew it. You need to get out of the closet,big brother.”
The grip on my wrist and the hold on my throat vanish as he slaps my cheek. I stand there, unmoving, eyes closed, listening as Blaise leaves through the door to his bedroom, before my back slides down the wall.
What the fuck just happened?
I blink away the dizziness, looking down at the cum painted on the tiles just as Allie knocks on the door again.
“Kiss me, Cole,” Allie’s voice drifts through the door, and I fist my hands, ear pressed to the wood. “I’ve missed you. Did you miss me?”
I can’t hear Cole’s response, my brows knitting together as I strain to listen. Are they kissing? Does he want her?
I grind my teeth, cursing myself for hovering outside my brother’s bedroom door like a peeping Tom, but my skin crawls at the thought of his girlfriend anywhere near him after the way he looked at me from beneath his heavy lids in the shower. I can’t stop thinking about his soaked hair plastered to his forehead or how the water beaded on his lips, a droplet clinging to the end of his nose while he stroked his hard dick.Fuck me...I’m ruined after seeing him wet and horny, surrounded by steam. The way he stared at me as he pleasured himself, trying to reach a high that seemed far away until I curled my fingers around his wrist.
