Page 64 of Shattered

“Brayden,” I say through gritted teeth, tightening my grip on his scalp, eliciting a wince. He withdraws from my dick with a soft pop, his gaze unwavering.

“Put the mask back on,” he grins, flashing me my favorite smile.

“You’re a freak,” I retort, securing the mask once more. This time, I grasp Brayden’s hair from behind.

“Open,” I command, and he complies instantly, a smile playing on his lips. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that.” Brayden’s intense stare makes me feel alive, intoxicated by desire. I never want to come back to reality. I want to stay drunk on this feeling forever. His lips circle around me, and Ilose myself as he takes me in completely. His tongue tracing every inch as he gags, causing the muscles in his throat to tighten, which makes my toes curl. He slurps on my dick like it’s his favorite lollipop and continues taking me to the back of his throat as he swallows around my dick, making me see every fucking star in the galaxy. As Brayden’s eyes connect with mine through the mask, his eyes say a thousand words and right there and then he shows me just how sorry he is until I’m coming down his throat.

Chapter thirty-four

Bohdi

Ihad every intention of coming down Brayden’s throat and then walking out and leaving him hanging at this party. Gagging for more. But I can’t, not when he stares up at me on his knees, tears streaming down the sides of his eyes and bits of my cum dripping down his chin. I grab him by the scuff of his sweater, hauling him to his feet as I rip off the mask and smack my lips against his. He groans in my mouth, threading his fingers into my hair as I overpower him with my tongue, tasting the sweet tangy taste of myself on him, sending me into a wild frenzy.

I grip his jaw in my hand, pushing my tongue into his mouth deep enough he chokes on it. I want to consume his entire being. I want his world to start and end with me. I want him to wrap his hand around his dick every night and come to thoughts of me.

Having Brayden on his knees with my dick in his mouth and my cum dripping from his lips has awakened a beast. This need, want and obsession are not feelings I’ve ever experienced.

I wish I had a stamp so I could brand him.

He’s mine.

He’s fucking mine.

Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away from his. “I need you, Bray,” I murmur, his intoxicated, hooded gaze shifting lazily between my eyes, as if he’s just rousing from sleep and needs a moment to process my words.

“You have me,” he breathes, his tongue tracing the edge of his lips, eliciting a groan from me as I nip at it, capturing it between my teeth. I sink my teeth in, eliciting a wince as he attempts to retreat. When he finally pulls away, blood oozes from his lips, and I eagerly follow, lapping up every drop.

“You’ve awakened a primal beast within me, Bray,” I murmur, my tongue tracing the contours of his lips. His mews have my dick hardening again. “Make up something to Kal and Tray as to why you need to go home,” I add, planting kisses along his jawline. “Tonight, you’re coming home with me,” I murmur as he retreats, his eyes wide.

“Your p-place?” he stammers, his shocked gaze darting between mine.

“My place,” I reply with a smirk, savoring his bewilderment for a moment longer. He nods eagerly,

“O-OK,” he stutters again, and I find it endearing. I offer him a knowing smile.

“Meet me outside. The Chevy is parked down the street.” As I approach the door and grasp the handle, I hesitate, pivoting to face a flustered Brayden. His gaze locks onto mine. “Stay away from Lance,” I warn, narrowing my eyes. Brayden smiles and nods in agreement.

“I will,” he quietly whispers. I shouldn’t, but my eyes glance down to an extremely hard Brayden. He obviously sees where my eyes drop as he rearranges himself but knowing I did that to him, sets off another reel of possessive thoughts within me. I’vefelt like Brayden is slowly slipping through my fingers recently. I need him to know he’s mine and nothing is going to change that. No, stupid words in the heat of the moment are going to change how much I want him and how I feel about him. I snap my attention away from him, putting on my mask and leaving the room quickly. If I don’t, I fear I may claim him on that stranger’s bed, and I don’t want my first time with him to be at a frat party. No way.

Observing Brayden stride toward my car with an uncaring swagger, he exudes an air of cool composure. Yet, I’m aware of the demons that haunt him—the relentless search of perfection as a brother. As I open the car door, he hops in, grinning at me, and I find myself frozen. Leaning across the console, I grasp the back of his neck, our lips meeting in a leisurely dance. I crave more of him. When we break apart, I rest my forehead against his.

“You’re dangerously addictive,” I chuckle, drawing a bright smile from Brayden, the one I adore. “I’ve missed that smile,” I confess.

“Did you delete the picture?” he asks, a frown creasing his brow.

I smirk. “No, but it’s not the same when I know you’re annoyed with me.”

He nods, gaze downcast. “I’m not anymore,” he whispers, sealing his words with a kiss.

Pulling away, I state, “All right, we’d better get going. If I linger any longer, we won’t leave this spot for the rest of the night.” Brayden smiles shyly, glancing out the window as I drive away.

As we drive, Brayden remains silent, gazing out the window. But I notice the nervous bounce of his leg, a telltale sign of his inner turmoil. I keep one hand on the wheel, my other hand gripping his thigh.

Abruptly, he snaps his head toward me, eyes locking onto my hand. “I can drop you off at your place,” I offer, my voice low and steady. “You don’t have to come back to mine.” I’m happy taking him back to his dorm, but no way is he going to that party.

His brows furrow, and he shakes his head. “No, no,” he insists. “I want to come back to your place.” His vulnerability tugs at me. “It’s just Kal.” He sighs. “I tell him and Tray everything. Tray mostly stays quiet, except for a few snide remarks. But Kal worries, and I think he suspects something is wrong. I’ve been avoiding him whenever he brings up ‘Sir,’ afraid he might start digging. He shrugs. “I guess I’m worried that whatever this is will end if someone finds out.” His gulp is audible, and his head drops.

“If anyone discovers our secret,” I say firmly, “we’ll handle it.” My grip tightens on his leg. A silent promise. I steal a quick glance at Brayden, and he smiles, nodding. His trust in me fuels my determination.

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