Page 38 of Privilege
She slips her hand into my pants and caresses my shaft, skin on skin.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, but then my eyes fly open and my head snaps up as I remember that myfucking brother is right fucking beside us.
To my shock, he’s staring at us and what little blood I have left in my body that isn’t raging in my cock rushes to my face. His lips are parted, eyes riveted to Cara’s hand sliding up and down my dick beneath the blanket. I swallow, and glance down at his crotch.He’s hard.
His gaze travels up my torso, lingers on my chest, and finally he looks me in the eye. His expression is dark, and full of lust.
Oh God. What the fuck. What the fuck…My dick starts to pound, and I’m the hardest I think I’ve ever been in my life.
I start to squirm a little and Cara frowns. She turns her head and looks at my brother over her shoulder, her blonde head tilted towards the tent in his shorts. When she faces me again, it’s with the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen as she shoves the blanket down out ofthe way, followed by my sweats, and frees my dick and balls for the entire goddamn world to see.
My eyeballs pulse from the spike in blood pressure, Cara still working my cock with her palm, her other hand cupping my balls and making me moan again.
My attention is drawn to Dane like a magnet as he drops his head back on the couch and his hand disappears beneath his pants.
What the fuck. What the fuck are we doing! What the fuck is Cara doing?
I open my mouth to say something, to saystop,to yell at the top of my lungs that we’ve all lost our minds, but as I try to speak Cara lowers her head and swallows my cock right to the back of her throat.
“OhGod,”is all I can manage, my fingers twisting into her hair.
“Fuck yeah…” Dane says, his voice low.
At the sound of his voice, and taken completely by surprise, I blow my load like a fucking firehose. I ignore her frantic attempts to swallow as I shove her head harder onto my dick, but she finds her rhythm and starts to swallow, gently pressing her tongue against me while I pulse into her mouth.
When I finally slump into the couch, she sits up and my cock pops out of her mouth. It’s still twitching.
I lean forward and wipe the cum dribbling down her face off her chin with my thumb, and then trace her lips with it, coating them in cum like lipgloss.
“I should have said this sooner,” I say, cupping her the cheeks and pulling her close. “I love you.”
And then I kiss her.
Chapter Twenty
Dane
My cock is leaking,the head dripping with precum while Rich wipes his orgasm off Cara’s chin and spreads it across her mouth. Her lips are puffy, and swollen, and her cheeks are flushed, andI want to taste what she tasted.
“I love you,” he says, and then he kisses her with so much passion it makes my balls ache.
I close my eyes, force myself to stop staring at Rich’s cock, glossy from Cara’s spit and his cum, but it’s burned into my brain and my dick is weeping for it.
What’s wrong with me? Fuck, why amI—
There’s a hand on my forearm.Rich.The world stops.
His palm travels down my arm and comes to rest on top my hand. He gives me a squeeze—I’m going to die—and we slowly slide up my shaft together, his hand on top of mine.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
I speed up, stare at him touching me while I touch myself.Fuck fuck fuck.My muscles are burning, thighs on fire from clenching so hard, my body going haywire and my brain shorting out.
This is not okay—this is not okay—this is not okay—But it feels SO fucking good—this is not okay—
“It’s okay,” he says, with a reassuring squeeze.
“Shit!” I grit out.
