Page 69 of Twisted Hunger

He hooks his finger into my mouth as he turns my face toward him. "Open that filthy mouth." I do, and suddenly Brock spits into it and makes me swallow it. "Look at you, Ryan. Still doing whatever you need to in order to get your next fix. How far are you willing to go to come again?"

"Brock…" I whine.

"Tell me, Ryan. What are you willing to do for it?"

"Whatever you want," I reply breathlessly.

"Have a piece of candy with me…"

"Anything but that…"

He bites down on my shoulder and grunts. "Fine, but then I'm going to fuck your ass."

Letting me go altogether, Brock shoves me back down so my face is in the pillow. I hear him rummaging through his drawer, and then a cap popping hits my ears. Whimpering, I ready myself for his intrusion, and he doesn't disappoint. As soon as he drizzles the lube over my ass hole, he lines his lubed-up cock to my entrance and pushes in. Like that first time, he doesn't stretch me out first, so the burn overrides my pleasure.

Once he's in, he doesn’t wait for me to adjust. "Fuck, Ryan. Your ass is so damn tight. I can't wait until the day I fill your cunt with a big ass vibrator while I take your ass. Now that will be painful, but I think you will take it like a good whore, won't you?"

"God, Brock, it hurts…please!"

"You know the word if you want me to stop." He pulls out and then presses back in but at a slower pace.

I let him do it a few times, and that's when the pain changes into something else. I start meeting his thrusts. I don't care if he thinks I'm a slut or a whore just because I like certain things. As long as he keeps the name-calling between us and only when we are intimate, I don't have a problem with it.

When he pulls out and plunges back into me, and I moan, Brock snickers, "Well fuck, I guess the real fun is about to begin!"

Twenty-Four

It's late when I stumble into the Manor. All the lights are off except for the floor lights on every other step leading to the second floor. I try to be quiet to not wake my mom or Bain, but one step going up to my room on the third floor squeaks a little. I'm not even in my room for two minutes, and I'm jumping at the sound of my stepfather's voice.

"I would appreciate a call when you're going to be late, Ryan."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting to be out this late." I can't look at him until I figure out a way to cover up the hickeys that Brock left all over my neck. "Brock and I fell asleep watching a movie," I lie.

Suddenly, I'm spun around when Bain grabs my arm, and he takes me in, smirking. "Watching a movie, you say?"

"Yeah…for the most part." I still can't meet his eyes.

He lifts my chin, giving me no choice but to look at him as he studies my eyes. "You're not high, are you?"

I shake my head. "No. He offered, but I wasn't interested," I say softly.

"It looks like you found something to take the edge off." His eyes roam down my body before meeting my eyes again. "Do you think I hadn't noticed how tense you've been? There is no need to be ashamed of fucking someone, pretty girl. It's human nature. It's just not right to fuck your brother."

I wince at the wordbrother.

"Yes, Daddy Bain. I understand."

Bain's nostrils flare out. "You should probably shower. It smells like Brock fucked you thoroughly tonight." He lets go and pushes me toward the shower. "I will see you in the morning, pretty girl."

I gawk at my stepfather as he turns and walks out. Did he seriously just say what I think he said? Who says stuff like that? It's disturbing knowing that Bain is okay with saying comments like that, but then again, he is a Dom and is probably used to talking in such a filthy manner. After thinking about it for a moment, the thought of being dominated is kind of sexy.

Is that what Brock was doing tonight? He isn't a Dominant, but he definitely likes being in control, and I'm finding out fast that I'm enjoying someone else being in control. I'm so totally fucked if this is the case. Mainly because, deep down, I know Brock wants me for more than a booty call. It's been that way for years, but I still don't think of him as more. If anything, Brock is only a means for me. Maybe I should end it now before I start leading him on.

I can't stand by anything I say these days. I think this as I get dressed from another booty call with Brock. We have been having these meetups about four times a week since he moved into his own place, and every time, Brock begs me to stay, like he's doing now. He rips the shirt from my hands and throws it across the room before grabbing me and trapping me under him.

"There is no reason why you can't stay, Ryan. We are both adults, and your parents like me." He grins, but I try and pull away.

"Bain is not my parent; he just acts like he is." I can't help the sneer that comes out when I say this.

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