Page 6 of Game of Revenge

It’s impossible not to notice anything about this tall, muscular, red head. Even though he’s lean and athletic, he seems to take up more space with his personality, and he steals my breath away with how gorgeous he is.

Kiernan has a big heart, with a lot of love to give, which is why I don’t mind sharing him. It’s fun to watch and play, the infighting is just getting exhausting.

“Want to play a game?” I growl, enjoying the way he shivers for me.

“Yes, please,” he whispers, scrambling up from where we were sitting on the ground.

Standing, I point toward a room further inside of the house. I don’t want the twins to walk in on us. That would defeat the purpose of this exercise. I need Kiernan to relax.

Nodding, Kiernan strides in that direction, where I know there’s paint already set up. We’ve been working through the rooms at different intervals, following the chaos of what we want to work on.

It definitely keeps it interesting.

As I follow him into the room, he’s already popped the top of the can of paint, and is currently mixing it. There are painting tarps on the ground, so we can’t really hurt anything with our fun. Anything that we fuck up can be repainted.

I plan to pull the soul from his body with my mouth.

Keeping eye contact with me, he pours out some paint into the tray that’s on a short step ladder, so he doesn’t have to bend down as much to paint. Slowly rolling the paint roller throughthe tray, he begins to apply the slate gray color on the walls. We’ve already primed the entire house, so it glides right on.

“So let’s play,” Kiernan rumbles, making my dick jump in my pants as he widens his legs. I wish that I was wearing basketball shorts too instead of jeans, because the zipper is chafing me at this point.

“Are you going to be my very good boy and paint the wall?” I ask him, moving to kneel between his legs.

A single tug on his shorts pulls them down his waist, releasing his cock as it bounces in front of my face. Licking my lips as I gaze up at him, I smirk.

“Rules of the game are nice, smooth painting strokes. If you fuck it up, I’ll come up for air and edge you,” I growl. “Ready?”

“Fuck, I have a feeling this deck is going to be stacked against one of us,” he says with a chuckle. “Let’s go, Tray. Wrap your lips around my cock and remind me of what you can do.”

He’s being ridiculous because he gets regular blow jobs from me, and I have a feeling he’s trying to mess with me. Sticking my tongue out, I drag it along the underside of his cock as he groans.

“Catch up, Kier,” I tease him. Placing his hand on the wall outside of where he’ll be painting, he nods getting ready.

Yanking the shorts down all the way so I can kneel more comfortably between his legs, I open my mouth and suck on the thick crown of his cock. Thick pre-cum is already pooling at the tip, begging me to flick my tongue around it to lick it clean.

“Ah, fuck,” Kiernan groans, lifting the roller to push it up and down the wall. As long as he’s painting, he has free range, and he knows it.

His fingers fist my hair, forcing my head down, taking over control as his head drops back with a gasp. His connection with the fucking wall never waivers, and while I can’t see his strokes, he’s fulfilling the rules of the game.

His hips piston forward as he face fucks me, using my throat the way I love. His fingers hold tightly to my hair, his grunts and gasps making my cock jump in my pants. I love our games and being used this way.

Kiernan never falters in his pace, my nose flush against his pelvic bone as he gags me. My throat swallows around his cock, struggling to get the upper hand. We’re both incredibly competitive, and very much like to win.

“God, your mouth is so hot and wet,” Kiernan gasps. “You’re so damn good, but I’m going to win. I don’t want to be edged. I want to fuck you the way I know you crave. You should have chosen a harder challenge if you wanted to win.”

I want his cum, crave it, and need it. I love when he loses control, which means I’m winning either way. As Kiernan stiffens with a groan and shudders, his ability to multi-task ends, and he drops the paint roller onto the ground, spattering us both.

Thankfully, I don’t give a shit as he blows his load down my throat, and I swallow every drop. No matter what game we play, we both always win.

Chapter 3

Kiernan

The energy is off as we drive back to Brian’s small town. I don’t know what to expect or how to help support him through it. Michael keeps giving him sidelong glances that his twin ignores, turning away to gaze out the window.

Tray merely shakes his head, appearing annoyed at yet another example of drama between the brothers. It feels as if we’re coming to a head with everything, and I’m worried that things will blow up while we’re here.

While I’ve been trying to build a life and a new home, our relationship has been falling apart.

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