Page 55 of Fragmented Illusions
I don’t say a word in response to Spencer’s pleading. I simply stare at him as he hesitantly walks over to me and drops to his knees. My eyes drop to his form now kneeled in front of me, but I keep my lips pressed tight as I clench my jaw.
He lifts his head and when his blue eyes meet mine, wide and uncertain but full of remorse, I feel it slipping—my mask. The one I keep on even when the physical one comes off. Without thinking, I dart my hand out to grip a handful of his shaggy brown hair and yank. I hear a hiss come from his lips and his already heavy eyes droop as his body relaxes fully.
Seeing his immediate reaction to me makes my cock twitch and I pull his hair again, forcing him to sit up straight. I stare down at him, waiting for him to do what he came over here to do.
I know I shouldn’t. What we’re doing is morally wrong, but then again so is killing people, so who am I to care?
The truth is, I don’t. Not enough to stop what he’s doing, anyway. And even better is tonight, when I pressed my spit-soaked finger inside of Spencer’s greedy little hole, Fallon didn’t even react. In fact, she was eager for it too as she let Spence devour her mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss as Spencer’s lips wrap around my cockhead. He sucks me into his mouth and down his throat, not wasting a second. My hand tightens in his hair as he works his mouth over my length, and I shiver as his tongue caresses the vein running along the underside of my cock.
He works magic with that mouth of his and a spike of jealously worms its way inside of me, wondering who else he’s done this for. I pull his head off of my length with my grip on his hair and his mouth makes a popping noise as my dick slips from his suctioned, swollen lips.
“Whose dick have you sucked?” I growl, and his lust hazy eyes widen marginally at my question before a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, his bright white teeth peeking through.
“Why, big brother, are you jealous?” he asks, and his tone is taunting. I run my fingers through his hair playfully, letting the strands wrap gently around my fingers and his smile drops, the lust returning.
I yank up, hard enough to pull his knees off of the ground for a split second, and Spencer cries out as strands of his hair are ripped from his head.
“What the fuck, Sol?” he spits out in between pants of breath. My eyes follow the tears running down his temples and down the sides of his neck, right over his thrumming pulse. I grip my cock in one hand and push Spencer’s mouth back on me with the other.
He doesn’t hesitate for a moment to suck me back into his mouth, moving right into what he was doing before, only this time, one of his hands snakes up my thigh. I tense as his fingers trail across my skin, but I let him be as he laps at me, sucking at my cockhead like it’s a fucking popsicle.
“You fucking love sucking my cock like that, don’t you,” I growl, and push his mouth further down my shaft. I shudder when my tip hits the back of his throat, and he swallows around me.
“Goddamn. Your throat is almost as tight as your fucking ass.”
“Mmm, guh,” Spencer garbles with his mouth full of my dick. I keep my eyes locked on his lips, stretched taut with my wide girth filling him. I can feel his teeth scraping me every few strokes, but I don’t mind the bite of pain. It draws me closer to the edge.
Spencer’s fingers wrap around my sac and squeeze so fucking hard a strangled moan tears from my throat as my cock pulses. Hot ropes of cum shoot straight down Spencer’s throat. He swallows my load greedily, and I groan again when I feel his throat squeezing my cockhead.
I pull myself out of his mouth and take a step back, stumbling as I yank my pants up. My chest heaves as if I ran a fucking marathon and when I glare down at Spencer, I see his own chest is rising and falling as fast as mine. And when his eyes finally meet mine, I crack.
Tears are rolling down his face, his lips are red and impossibly swollen, but it’s when I glance even further down that fucking gets me.
His own erection is tenting his pants and I can clearly see a wet spot that is slowly growing bigger the longer we stay like this, bodies frozen.
I don’t know what comes over me, but I find myself growling, “Get on the fucking bed. Pants down. Ass up.” Spencer’s eyes widen comically big, but I don’t wait for him as I stride over to my bed and stand next to it as I pull off my hoodie and throw it across my stand. When I turn back around, I see Spence lying on my bed, completely naked with his legs spread wide, feet planted on the bed. His cock is curved up, flinching against his abs as he lies restlessly on top of my black duvet.
I shuffle over so I’m standing directly in front of him, in between his legs and I rest both of my hands on his knees. I slowly trail my hands down his skin, the feel of his hair caressing my palms as I touch every inch of his muscled thighs. When I make it to his hips, I press my thumbs into the V on either side of his pelvis and his body jerks.
I flick my eyes up to his face and what I see has my cock twitching,again. Such a foreign feeling.His eyes are closed, and his bottom lip is sucked into his mouth with his teeth sunk into the soft flesh, leaving an indent. His brown hair is wayward across his forehead, some of it brushing against his closed lids.
I let my eyes take in every inch of his body now I know he’s not looking at me and can’t see my mask slipping away as desperation greedily takes over. His corded neck, with his pulse hammering so hard I can see it through his flesh. His collarbone jutting out as he breathes heavily. His biceps that show little crescent moons from Fallon’s nails biting into his skin as she was lost in the pleasure we brought her—together.
I grab the side of Spencer’s upper thigh and flip him so fast, he’s a blur of body parts until he lands with anoomphon his stomach. I grab his hips in a bruising hold and lift his ass into the air. He pants heavily and in my peripheral, I see him turn his head to the side as he peeks at me through half-closed eyes.
“What are you doing?” he asks, and I hear the trepidation in his voice. Hell, Ifeelit because I have no clue what the fuck I’m doing either. I have never done anything like this before. I’ve never felt the need or even the want to, but right now, I want nothing more than to feel Spencer’s cum spill across my knuckles and his hole clenching around my fingers as I bring him to his release.
I slap my palm across his ass and bite back a smile as the sting radiates through my palm. His ass glows red in the shape of my handprint and he cries out.
“I said ass up.” He grunts in response, but otherwise only gyrates his hips in the air, searching for relief.
I bring my hand down across his right ass cheek again—harder than before. Another thundering clap sounds out around us, loud enough to be heard clearly over the thundering bass of the music playing at the party going crazy downstairs. His ass blooms a brighter red, the two handprints muddling together and his body jerks from the impact of my hit.
“Fuck!” he screams, but he pushes his ass back against me, and I smack him again in the exact same spot.
“Next time, do what I tell you the first time,” I state simply as I massage his tender flesh. His skin feels hot against my palms, and I bite back a groan at how good he feels. I spread his cheeks apart and lean down, only hesitating slightly when my nose brushes his crack.
