Feuds and Reckless Fury

I groan in pleasure as he expertly begins making love to my cock with his lips and tongue. I’d never admit it, but he’s most certainly the better of the two of us at giving head. I’m driven to madness anytime his mouth is on my dick.

“Wherever you go,” he breathes against my cock, “I go. If you leave, I’ll find you. We share custody of an imaginary cat. I’m not letting you off your fatherly duties without a fight.”

I chuckle at his words, but then it dies in my throat. He swallows my dick down like the champion he is. My fingers slide through his soft hair, tugging and ripping at the strands. I buck my hips, eager to fuck his tight throat. His groan around my thickness rumbles through each nerve ending, making the world seem to spin. With purpose, he massages my balls, pressing into the sensitive places that drive me wild with need. It doesn’t take long before I’m jerking back, needing to see this moment and burn it into my mind forever.

Canyon Voss.

School’s hottest jock and my stepbrother.

On his knees with his dick jutting out, jerking it roughly with one hand while he strokes my own with the other. His sapphire eyes sear into me as he sticks out his red, waiting tongue. I curse as my balls tighten. Cum shoots out, hitting his upper lip and tongue. All I can do is stare at his handsome face as he lets me aim my release at his waiting mouth. It collects on his tongue, yet he doesn’t swallow. Not yet. Canyon is too filthy not to make a great show about it. It’s one of the things I love about him—his ability to drive me even crazier with pleasure, even after I come.

Love.

Fuck.

Intelligence and awareness gleam in his wicked stare. He runs the tip of his tongue along his top lip, collecting the cum he finds there and then swallows it all down. He drags any remnants left on his face over to his mouth with his finger, not wasting any of it.

“You taste like—”

“Margaritas? Limes? Key lime pie?” Lately, he’s obsessed with describing how I taste, and I find it endlessly amusing.

“You taste like mine.”

I stare at his beautiful face. Dark lashes bat against his slightly freckled cheeks, and his mouth quirks into a lopsided grin that makes my heart stumble all over itself. He grabs his jeans, fetching his wallet. Once he’s produced a packet of lube, he rips it open with his teeth and then coats his dick with it. He rises to his feet, towering over me. Slick fingers dig into my hips, and he twists me around. I gasp at the touch of his fingertips brushing down my crease. Easily, he presses into my body with one finger and then two. Rocking against his hand, I chase the delicious sensation each time he massages my prostate. I’m damn near ready to come again when he pulls his fingers back out.

The loss is gutting.

I need him inside me.

Forever.

Always in tune with me, he teases at my clenching hole, offering it what it wants. Not so gently, he pushes into me. With one hard thrust, he fully claims me. I cry out, bending some to meet his thrusts. The angle has him hitting me in the best possible way. My dick’s only half-hard, but I feel like I could come again. That’s what Canyon does to me. He takes me to new heights, and we leap off together.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he chants, his breath hot near my ear. His teeth sink into my shoulder, causing me to cry out, and then he sucks away the hurt.

A few more bucks into me, and I’m seeing stars. My ass clenches around him, which only serves to push me off the edge. Heat sears through my body lightning quick. I cry out, my body spasming with another release. Hardly any cum shoots out, but the orgasm is every bit as intense as the first one. I know when he finds his own pleasure because he groans against my neck, his thrusts becoming slow, sensual, deep grinds. His dick swells and pulsates, filling me with his hot semen.

Forever.

I want this forever.

We can have it forever as long as we both keep our mouths shut about it.

Some secrets are worth keeping, and this is one of them.

He pulls out and presses a sweet kiss to the back of my head. Cum runs out of my ass and down my thighs. Canyon’s fingers find the wetness, and he collects it before crudely pushing it back into my sore hole.

“I like it when it stays in here,” he murmurs.

“Me too.”

He eventually pulls away and guides me over to the bed. After a hot kiss, he leaves me to grab a wet washcloth. Quickly, he cleans us up the best he can and crawls into bed with me. His massive body curls around mine, holding me close like I might run away at any second. I burrow into his warmth, treasuring the feel of it as it anchors me in place. Cum continues to trickle out, but I don’t mind. I know by morning he’ll have made sure he’s at least come inside me a couple more times to make up for it.