Illicit (The Wrong Alpha 3)

Liam groaned, pleasure washing over his body. It felt amazing, each suck on his nipple making his cock and his hole ache. “Ah,” he gasped breathlessly as Anthony alternated between sucking on his nipples and sucking bruises all over his chest. “Please…” He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for: please stop? Please don’t stop?

Anthony stopped sucking long enough to look at Liam’s chest. “Fuck,” he said, staring at it with a glazed, dark gaze. He thumbed the nipples, making Liam shudder. “Look at you.”

Liam looked down at his chest and blushed, seeing his erect nipples. They looked big and dark pink against his pale skin, shiny with saliva. It looked obscene. It looked incredibly filthy and arousing, considering whose saliva it was.

Groaning, Anthony took the right nipple back into his mouth and sucked hard. Liam keened, grabbing a fistful of Anthony’s hair and trying to pull him closer, though it wasn’t possible. He wanted—he wanted—

“Please,” he gasped.

Anthony growled and got to his feet with Liam in his arms. Liam instinctively wrapped his legs around Anthony’s waist, his head spinning from pleasure and gut-wrenching want. He was vaguely aware of Anthony depositing him on the desk, then there was the sound of fabric tearing, and then Anthony was dropping to his knees in front of him and—

Liam moaned as he felt a hot, soft tongue against his hole. Brother, he tried to tell himself, but it didn’t work. He didn’t care. He pulled at Anthony’s hair, trying to get that tongue deeper—gods, it felt so good, so fucking good—

He cried out when the tongue finally pushed inside him, delving deeper against his sensitive walls. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted to get fucked. With a cock.

“Fuck me,” Liam ground out, pushing back onto that tongue. “Want your cock.”

Anthony stopped eating him out and got to his feet in one fluid motion. His eyes glazed with lust, he fished his cock out of his dark pajama bottoms. Liam nearly moaned, staring at it hungrily. It was so hard, red, and gloriously thick that his inner walls clenched around nothing in anticipation. He spread his thighs and they both watched as Anthony’s large cock pressed against his soaked hole, teasing it. Liam’s own cock looked laughably small in comparison, and the difference in their sizes shouldn’t have aroused Liam so much.

Unable to bear it any longer, Liam moved his hips, impaling himself on Anthony’s cock, and let out a long moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. So fucking good.

“Fuck,” Anthony said, sucking along Liam’s jawline and neck. “You feel so good.” His hips were moving hard and fast, as urgent as Liam felt.

Liam could only cling to his strong body and take the brutal fucking his brother was giving him, moaning non-stop. He couldn’t get enough. Gods, he felt like he could happily stay like this all his life and die on Anthony’s cock.

Within minutes, he was half-sobbing as he came violently, clenching around Anthony’s length, wave after wave of pleasure washing through him.

But Anthony didn’t stop. He kept fucking his boneless body, the wet sounds Liam’s hole made utterly obscene on every thrust. Liam couldn’t bring himself to care. He forced his eyes open and stared dazedly at his alpha. There was a bead of sweat running down Anthony’s forehead, his blue eyes glassy with want, his chiseled jaw locked with tension.

He was beautiful.

Liam pulled himself up and kissed him, trying to sate the hunger inside him that didn’t seem to have been sated even after his orgasm.

Anthony kissed back, hard and demanding, his fingers burying in Liam’s hair as his cock pistoned into him. He started kissing Liam’s face, down his neck, and then his teeth grazed against Liam’s mating gland.

Liam shivered, wanting him to bite so badly it hurt. “Please.”

Anthony shuddered and went still, his knot growing inside him. Liam all but purred. He’d almost forgotten how thick it was, how good it felt to be stretched on it. Liam’s hole was contracting around the knot in him, again and again, until another wave of pleasure washed over him. He nearly sobbed from the intensity of it.

Gods.

“So good,” he mumbled, his eyes slipping shut.

Anthony was very still for a moment before hauling Liam up and carrying him to the bed.

Liam wasn’t sure how Anthony managed to lay him down without toppling them both, but the next thing he knew, he was sprawled on top of Anthony, his head nestled against his chest. He listened to Anthony’s steady heartbeat beneath his ear. It should have been uncomfortable or awkward, being stuck like this after the sex they weren’t supposed to have. It felt anything but.

Liam knew he would regret this later—that there were reasons why they shouldn’t have done this again—but right now their inability to act like brothers seemed more amusing than tragic.