Page 69 of Chokehold
My brows knit together. I thought that was a dream?
“Mia,” Blaise snaps, pulling away from me and yanking his girlfriend off my cock and onto her feet. “Bend over.”
She does as she’s told, and without direction, or any refusal from me, she takes my cock back into her mouth. Forced breaths leave me with each suck, the way her warm tongue runs up the underside and around the crown, taking me deep.
“Fuck,” I mouth breathlessly, needing more. I grab her hair and thrust my hips, fucking her throat while he watches.
“Does this make you mad?” I ask, gritting my teeth as I thrust harder. “Watching me do this to your girl? Hearing her choke and gag and cry while she pleases me?”
Blaise’s jaw tics, and he licks his lip. “Hmm,” is his only reply.
He fists his dick and strokes it, coming up behind her. “Have you ever fucked an ass before, Cole?” he asks as he pushes his thumb against Mia’s back hole, making her moan. “It’s so fucking tight, it sometimes feels like your dick will get stuck.”
Spitting on her ass, he fingers her there, forcing two, three fingers in, causing Mia to grab my thighs and sink her nails into my skin. The bite of pain makes me harder, especially when Blaise grins at me like a psychopath.
“I’ll make it hurt,” he says, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his dick.
He doesn’t give her a chance to get used to it—maybe because he does this all the time—fucking her ass like he’s on a mission and forcing her on my dick.
She moans my name around my cock, and I see the way everything snaps behind Blaise’s eyes. He grits his teeth and pounds into her tight ass faster, the slapping of skin filling the bathroom, louder than the music still playing from my phone.
My stepbrother is mad, really fucking mad.
Good.
I hope he hates how good his girlfriend makes me feel. I hope, when he was standing at the bridge, waiting for his chase, that he felt betrayed by the masked stalker.
Someone he doesn’t even know is me. It’s a sharp reminder that Blaise doesn’t give a shit about fucking around with more than one person. He’ll mess around with me, fuck his pretty little girlfriend, and get chased down and forced upon by an unidentified person.
He doesn’t care about anyone else but himself.
I thrust into Mia’s mouth, attacking her throat, her nails digging into my thighs, tearing the skin. She’s gagging, moaning, sucking, slurping on my dick while Blaise keeps fucking her ass and smacking her cheek until it’s red and raw. Mia’s hand slides down my leg, and I tense everywhere, waiting for her reaction when her fingers feel the destroyed skin I keep hidden with tattoos, but her eyes lift to me, as if she’s silently telling me it’s okay, and then she keeps going.
When I look up at Blaise, he’s already watching me. He leans forward, dipping his hand down to Mia’s pussy, and she whimpers around my cock as he shoves his fingers inside her, pulling them out to show me how sticky they are. “What do you think has my girlfriend so wet, me in her ass, or your dick in her throat?”
Blaise leans farther over Mia, bringing us closer together, and I can see how dilated his pupils are, the neediness in his gaze. He’s still fucking her back hole when I grab his jaw.
“Open,” I order.
His mouth parts, and my balls tighten at the memory of the first time I had him. He groans around my fingers as I slide them between his lips, three fingertips pressing down on his tongue and teeth until he gags.
I push deeper, feeling his throat contract, his pupils dilating even more until they completely take over the green of his eyes.
“Suck,” I whisper.
Mia sucks harder, the same time as Blaise’s lips close around my three fingers and does as he’s told.
While I thrust into Mia’s mouth, her tongue curling around my cock, Blaise sucks on my fingers while fucking his girlfriend’s ass. Each thrust from him knocks her into me, and I throw my head back on a moan as my balls pull tight and heat rushes up my thighs, barely able to stay steady.
“You’ll taste my cum on her lips later,” I whisper. “That’s as close as you’ll ever get to me again.”
Mia’s screaming around my dick, and I know her ass is gripping Blaise through her orgasm enough that he groans around my fingers and stills completely, his abs going taut as he spills every drop of cum into her hole. The knowledge is enough for me to grab Mia’s hair to keep her still and find my own release.
I pull my fingers out of his mouth, freeing my cock from Mia’s, and step back. Then step back again. And again. Blaise is still inside Mia, panting over her while watching me retreat. Until I’m out of the cubicle and grabbing a towel and my phone, making a quick exit from the bathroom.
When he opens the front door, Jackson looks surprised, but then he seems to shake himself off and steps back to let me in. Don’t ask me why I’m here because I don’t fucking know. We’re not friends. This is the last place I should be, but I feel so…broken after what happened in the shower with Cole and Mia.
It’s late, and I couldn’t sleep. I needed to leave the house and couldn’t think of anywhere to go. Jackson… Well, Jackson is the only guy I know, except for Cole, who is into other men. I haven’t told my friends about my fucked-up emotions where Cole is concerned.
