Barred Desires (The Deepest Desires 1)

Shortly after Lucadisappears into the kitchen to find Courtney, Tony Troy makes his way back to my lap. He really is wicked hot and absolutely my type, with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His jawline is model-like, and his smile is beautiful. He’s lean and a little bit shorter than me—six foot or six foot one, if I had to guess—and I can tell by the tight black tee he has on that he’s rocking some impressive muscles underneath it.

He’s grinding on my leg to the beat of Often by The Weeknd. We’ve both had a few more shots since he arrived, so I’m feeling pretty good and can only presume he’s feeling the same. Feeling his hard length rub against my leg every time he moves, I finally put him out of his misery, pulling his mouth down onto mine.

He tastes like Jack Daniels and spearmint gum, and I groan at the flavor as my tongue explores his hot and needy mouth. The kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue, but fuck if it doesn’t drive me wild.

Gripping his ass in one hand, I bring him flush against my body, while my other hand wraps around his throat. Squeezing his neck a little, I pepper his chin with kisses, making him whimper.

I give his ass one more squeeze, whispering in his ear to follow me upstairs.

As we make our way to the stairs, I can see Luca and Courtney making out in the corner. A small pang of what I refuse to believe is jealousy hits me, but I ignore it and continue to lead Tony Troy up to my room.

The second we cross the threshold into my room, I shut the door, shove him up against it, and continue to fuck his mouth with my tongue. Breaking the kiss briefly to rip his shirt over his head, I quickly lock our lips again as my hands work their way all over his firm chest.

I was right about the muscles.

My hands make their way farther down to his already hard cock, and the minute my palm makes contact with it through his jeans, he groans loudly into my mouth.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I drop to my knees and begin to work his jeans open and down over his thighs.

The second his cock is free, I take his length throat-deep, earning me a guttural groan from above. I suck him hard, tugging on his balls with one hand while I do so. With my free hand, I reach up to shove two fingers into his mouth. Taking the hint, he begins sucking on them with the same force my mouth is using on his cock, getting them nice and wet.

Taking my now wet fingers, I trail them behind his balls and along his taint, finding his tight, puckered hole. My finger circles his rim teasingly before pushing through the tight ring of muscle with one finger.

“Fuck, Bran, more. Need more,” he pants, with his hands buried painfully in my hair.

Working another finger into him, I find that little button deep inside. The salty flavor of his pre-cum hits my tongue a second later, and now it’s my turn to groan.

I remove my fingers and pop my mouth off his cock after a few minutes of working him open, then drag him over to my bed.

Once I have him on all fours, I quickly grab a condom and bottle of lube from my nightstand, wasting no time putting it on and lubing up my cock and his crack generously. Lining myself up, I slowly but firmly push my dick into his velvety smooth, warm ass.

As soon as I’m fully seated inside of him, we both groan in unison. Gripping his hip with one hand and wrapping my other hand firmly around the back of his neck, I begin to fuck him with reckless abandon.

Fuck, I need this release.

“You fucking like that, don’t you? You like my cock buried deep in your ass,” I growl, slapping his ass hard enough to leave a mark.

“Fuck… Yes… I fucking… love it,” he pants while he wraps his hand around his throbbing cock and strokes.

He is so close, I can tell, and fuck, so am I.

My hands grip his hips in a bruising hold as I fuck him harder. The only thing that can be heard is our skin slapping together and our loud, shared grunts and groans.

Tony Troy drops his head between his shoulders and moans incoherent words right as his hole starts pulsing and squeezing the life out of my cock. I know he’s coming.

The telltale sign of my own release is creeping up as I notice my bedroom door quietly opening.

I turn my head toward the door and make eye contact, yet again, with my stepbrother.

Fuck.

I should stop.

Fuck. Fuck.

I can’t stop. I’m so fucking close.

Fuckkkk.

Why is he standing there watching?

Fuck. Me.I’m going to come.

Thrusting once.

Twice.

Three times. My mouth drops open, and while still making eye contact with Luca, I come so hard I think I’m going to black out.

Luca watches the whole thing with wide eyes, completely frozen in place.

I have no idea what is going through his head right now and I can’t find it in me to care.

Throwing my head back as my orgasm fades, by the time I look back at the door, he’s gone. Well, shit. Tony Troy is so blissed out, I don’t think he even noticed our audience. As I catch my breath and pull out of him, I can’t help but desperately want him to leave my room right now.

I fucking hate when hook-ups overstay their welcome.