But it isn’t his praise I hear. It’s Drew’s teasing, whispering right into my ear.Look at you, Lover Boy. On your knees, licking up scraps. Proper little slut, aren’t you?
My cock quivers at the thought, precum smearing across my stomach as I grind against the sheets. I lap at Charlie’s chest like a man starved, chasing every rivulet of red down the curve of his abs, groaning into his skin.
Charlie groans back, head falling against the headboard. “Christ, you’re a filthy lad for me.” He scoops another spoonful and tips it down his stomach. Warm sauce streaking down toward the band of his shorts. Pecker in full prominence. “Go on, boy. Don’t make me ask twice.”
I go in for another dive. My tongue chasing the sauce lower, ripping off his shorts before it can smother them in its red glory. My breath grows ragged, each lap sloppier than the last as I slurp the tang from his skin, moaning against him.
I think of Charlie etched with ink. Voice growing sinister.
Slurp it all up, Lover Boy. Show me how much you need me.
And fuck—I can’t tell which brother’s voice I’m obeying. Does it really matter?
He tips the spoon again, and another stream of the warm concoction drips over his cock, streaking down the length before pooling thick at the base. The red bleeds into the dark hairs there, clinging and disappearing between them. Filtering to the edges of his groin.
I don’t waste a second before diving in. My tongue drags through the mess, licking up every drop of marinara that clings to his skin, slurping at the borders of his groin where the sauce seeps deep into the fuzz. The combined scent of his musk and tomato is overwhelming. Manly, yet delicately sweet. It fills my nostrils, coats my tongue, and makes my head spin in an enchanting daze.
It’s strange as hell. Never in a million years did I think I’d be here on my knees, slurping sauce from my boyfriend’s cock like it’s some obscene ritual. And yet, the more I lap at him, the more my body responds. My prick throbs and my ass wants more. Wants it all.
I wanthiscock.
Above me, his breath stutters, his hand gripping my hair tighter, urging me further into the filth of the mess. “Good. Don’t stop. Clean your Captain properly, lad.”
I mewl against his fuzz, tongue making its rounds through the marinara-slick hair, slurping and savoring as if it’s the holiest morsel I’ve ever consumed. Worshiping his body, every ounce of flesh put before me. My jaw aches at the labor, but I don’t stop—I can’t.
Atta boy, Lover Boy. Drink it down. You’re mine already.
The phantom voice ricochets through me. Slithering and unshakeable. It slices straight into Charlie’s husks, overlaps his praiseuntil I can’t tell them apart. My body doesn’t care. My cock prances in the sheets, primed to burst at the storm rushing inside me. Shame and desire roar together, indistinguishable, a torrent I can’t dam up no matter how hard I try.
“Time for my taste, lad,” Charlie growls, his grip rough as he flips me over, forcing my ass high into the air. My knees dig into the soft mattress, trembling with anticipation.
The wooden spoon clinks against the pan, then I feel it—warm red sauce spilling into my crease, prowling over my hole through the hairs before dripping down between my cheeks. The sudden slickness rips a gasp from me, every nerve flaring sharp and alive. Obscene, depraved, and yet utterly sensational.
Charlie spreads me wider, his fingers dragging through the mess, smearing me scarlet. “Look at the state of this filthy pussy,” he mutters, voice ravenous. “My bloody feast.”
His tongue follows a second later, sloppy and starving for dinner. He buries his face in me, lapping the sauce straight from my behind. Gluttonous as a king while he sucks me dry. The mixture of tangy tomato and his depraved hunger makes me whimper into the pillow, body jerking helplessly as he devours me.
He groans into my ass, guttural and unashamed, tongue jabbing deeper with each poke. Dragging leisurely and then rapidly as his teeth graze my tender flesh. Nibbles of his tender love. Every lick feeling like a solar flare injected into my veins. My thighs shake, threatening to buckle, only supported by his death-grip. Forcing my ass wider for his pleasure.
Good boy. Squirm for me, Lover Boy. You were made to be eaten alive. I don’t care how filthy your arse is. I’ll ruin that pussy.
My cock spasms violently, a helpless rut. The shame sears through me, but I can’t help hearing his voice. His dark words sprinting through my mind.
Charlie pulls back for a breather, letting out a lewd smack. Sauce and tomato chunks glistening on his scruff, as if he’s devouring a bowl of spaghetti. “Sloppy dinner,” he growls, running his fingers over my hole, pressing enough to make me squirm. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I shudder, hole stretching wide for my boyfriend, gasping into the pillow. My mind’s split clean down the middle—the man who loves me and the one who wants to own me. Charlie’s devotion wraps around me like armor, a knight guarding his prince, swearing loyalty with every kiss of my ass. While Drew lurks in the shadows, a predator sharpening his teeth.
One worships me. The other longs to break me down and build me backup in his image until I no longer recognize my own reflection. The sickest part of it all? Some hidden corner of me craves both. For safety and danger. To be healed and hurt at the same time, suffocated by devotion and violence.
Why do I need to pick one? Can I have the tender love and the darkness? Be adored and wrecked simultaneously. Maybe I’m too greedy, or possibly broken. A young man who doesn’t know what he wants. Just someone to take careof him.
Pop!Charlie pushes inside, his cock pulsing as he glides his way inside me. I indulge the burn, before it quickly runs into an inexplicable bliss.
As if I’m seeing sunshine for the first time, after a winter frozen in by snow. Pure euphoria as he buries himself in me, filling me so delightfully, that for a moment, I forget that darkness exists.
“Yes Charlie!” I shrill out, my cock vibrating against the bed. Nipples hard, every nerve set ablaze as he grazes my prostate with his lovely prick. My toes jerk from instinct.
“Captain’s slut can’t go a day without his cock, huh?” Charlie grumbles into my ear, breath simmering against my neck. Gripping my pelvis as he delivers a ruthless thrust. His cheeky way of sayingI love you.
