Page 36 of Wicked Games

Heat and something I can’t read flash in his expression as he works his cock faster. The head of his dick rubs against theflat of my tongue with every stroke, and his taste explodes in my senses.

Everything about the moment is wrong, and I have no idea how the fuck we even got here. How the hell did we go from arguing about me leaving the room to Killian jerking off over me and using me as a cum sock?

“I should make you finish me,” he says. “Use you like the slut you are.” He tightens his grip on my hair and gives it a little tug. “What do you think of that idea, little brother?”

Something inside me snaps, and instead of blowing up at him or shoving him away, I close my lips around the head of his cock.

It feels weird, but at the same time, it doesn’t. I’ve never had a dick in my mouth, never wanted to put one there, but this feels right. Like it’s totally normal for me to willingly suck Killian off instead of waiting for him to come on my face.

His eyes widen, and his mouth falls open in surprise.

Pride rushes through me at his genuine shock, and I rub my tongue against his shaft in a teasing glide, just to see what he does.

Killian’s grunt of pleasure is one of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard, and I let out my own grunt when he grips my hair with both hands and rolls his hips to slide his cock over my tongue.

“Fuck,” he pants, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, quickly finding a rhythm as he face fucks me. “That’s it,” he groans. “Keep sucking. God, you’re such a slut.” There’s something different about his tone. It’s still biting and sharp, but there’s a note of admiration in it I’m not expecting.

Before I can think too hard about the shift, Killian lets out a ragged cry and stiffens as he comes, filling my mouth with his release.

I swallow instinctively as I stare at Killian in rapt fascination, taking in every moment of his pleasure.

He’s beautiful when he comes. Killian is gorgeous any day of the week, and you don’t have to be into men to see it. But most people look silly when they come, or at least a little weird.

Of course my stepbrother would be the exception to the rule and look like a goddamn supermodel when he orgasms.

When he’s finally done shooting, Killian pulls his softening cock out of my mouth and takes a step back.

Deliberately, I swallow the last of him. “You taste good, big brother.”

Something in Killian’s expression flares, and he stares down at me like he can’t decide if he wants to kill me or flip me over and fuck me into the floor.

Letting my blank mask slip back into place, I get up and tuck myself away. Without saying a word, Killian does the same. When he’s mostly put back together, he spins on his heel and stalks right out of the room.

When the door closes behind him, I make my way back over to the couch and sit down.

“What the fuck just happened?” I mutter to the empty room.

10

FELIX

I tapmy ID card against the sensor next to the door and wait for the littleclickthat tells me it’s unlocked. When it does, I yank the door open and step through it.

I’m immediately assaulted by the overwhelming smell of chlorine, so caustic it makes my nose burn. I pause just inside the doorway and take several shallow breaths through my mouth. The soft lapping of the water hitting the sides of the pool is loud in the quiet room, and the distantglugofthe filtration system is way louder than it should be.

“It’s fine,” I whisper to myself, my eyes darting around the cavernous room. “You’re fine. Just get over yourself and get in the pool.”

My little pep talk does nothing to calm my nerves, but I force myself to walk over to the line of chairs so I can put my bag down.

My skin feels itchy, and my chest prickles with anxiety as I strip off my sweater and shirt and toss them over my duffle bag. The swimsuit I’m wearing is one of my bigger ones, but even the looser material feels tight and restrictive around my waist and legs.

“You’re fine,” I mutter and step out of my slides. “Just get over yourself and get in the pool.”

All the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I shove my sweatpants down and step out of them. I’m so aware of everything around me that all the little sensations I’ve learned to ignore over the years are suddenly obvious and overwhelming. Like the way the humid air clings to my skin and feels heavy as I breathe in, and how it’s not quite warm but not really cold, so the air feels like it’s close to body temperature but just far enough off it to be noticeable.

The movement of the water is so loud it sounds like waves crashing against a beach, and the tiles under my feet feel colder than usual, making the contrast between the temperature of the floor and the air around me seem even more pronounced.

Even the smell of chlorine, something I’ve learned to ignore, is thick and heavy around me, like someone accidentally added extra chemicals to the pool when they were doing the daily maintenance.

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