Page 44 of Insane Obsession

“Want to call the police?”

“Hmm, not yet. Where are they heading anyway?” He asks instead.

I point my finger at one of their hands. “And what are they carrying?”

“Those fuckheads,” Castor grumbles. “They’re walking toward the old director’s house. They know where Finn lives.”

I shrug. “Well, they are study partners. The question is, what the fuck are they doing coming over at four in the morning?”

The door creaks open, and in walks Finn, wearing his shiny new silken thong and see-through shirt. He yawns, eyes glassy with fatigue, his hair tousled. He looks fucking precious. “I couldn’t find my pants,” he blushes when he sees us both looking.

“You look perfect. Come here, flower,” Castor hooks Finn’s legs over his own widened thighs, back to his chest, spreading him wide on his lap. “Take a look at your so-called friends.”

As I crawl toward them and settle between his legs, I see Finn stare at the screen, his eyes widening as realization dawns.

“That’s the path to the house,” he breathes. “To my room.”

“Correct.” I rub my hands over Finn’s thighs and bury my face inside his groin, smiling when I hear him gasp.

“What are they doing there?” He asks. “They should be in bed. And—how come we can see this? Do you have cameras everywhere?”

“Yes. Everywhere,” my brother rasps. My smile widens at that. Finn’s about to find out how thoroughly we protect what’s ours.

I groan at the sight of Finn’s new lace, hugging the lithe shapes of his hips and bulge. An impressive bulge, I can confirm, because it’s swelling under my watchful stare. With a single swipe of the soft material, his erection springs free. My mouth traces the curve of his cock and sucks on the tip.

Finn draws in a sharp breath. “They brought spray paint,” he utters. “Look at that. They’re going to—” I lick my way down the underside of his shaft and suckle his balls inside my mouth. “Ugh. Fuck. You—” His hand lands on my head.

Looking up between my lashes, I watch his gray gaze dart back and forth between me and the screen. His pupils are blown, making his lashes flutter even more beautifully.

“We have time, flower,” Castor murmurs. “Let them search around while we relieve some of your tension. You look happy playing with Finn’s cock down there, brother.” His hand cups my cheek, and I lean into him, letting him pull Finn’s balls out of my mouth and fill it with Finn’s leaking cockhead instead.

Wet, salty precum explodes on my taste buds, and I groan.

“Suck it deeper, B,” Castor uses his grip on Finn’s cock to push it deeper inside my mouth until I gag. “That’s it. Choke on it. Drink it.”

“Oh my God,” Finn lets out. His thighs tremble, and his hips move restlessly. He’s getting close.

“How does it feel, flower? Does his mouth suck you good?”

I groan at Castor’s filthy words. With hollowed cheeks, I pump Finn’s cock inot my throat cutting off air until I see stars.

My craving for violence matches my craving for an orgasm, and Castor is right. I want both of them to fuck me at the same time, I want them to use me as a tool for their pleasure when we seal this night and the rest of our lives.

“Oh fuck, oh—” Finn babbles. His head is tipped back, but his scorching, hooded gaze is on me. His face is flushed, and his lips tremble. “You are so sexy together,” he whispers. My brother’s long fingers trace my cheek and lips while he drops kisses on Finn’s temple.

Finn erupts with a shudder, and he moans a string of words when he fills my mouth with his release. I keep my mouth around him until he finally sags back with a soft sigh. I drop a kiss on the spent tip of his dick and slide his lace back.

“Thank you,” he mutters, smiling softly. He still looks tired. Watching him like that, unguarded but satisfied, brings a flutter through my chest.

Getting up, I plant a kiss on his lips, then one on my brother’s lips, groaning when Finn cups my straining erection.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” he asks.

I shake my head forcefully.

Castor chuckles. “Does he want it? Yes. But we have a rule, flower. First chaos, then release.” He eyes my crotch. “Although that looks painful.”

“Fuck you,” I bat Castor’s hand away to get us some coffee.

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