Page 3 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“Hey,” he slapped Dean Richard’s cheek. “You aren’t done yet.”
Ravi was also a dick. Then again, we were all dicks. But we could be. Who was going to stop us? No one had the balls to say shit. And if they did, we cut them off, like the dean was about to experience. He shouldn’t have benched Slater for inappropriate behavior.
That chick was asking for it. Running her mouth around school about him. She’s lucky all he did was cop a feel. I’d have given her exactly what she was telling everyone she got. That little bitch would get her just deserts tonight when Slater found her tied to his bed. My early birthday present for him.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” the dean muttered, then continued bobbing his head.
My lips curled at his use of the word sir. I don’t know how he did it, but Ravi was fucking smooth.
Slurping sounds once again filled the room, making Slater cringe. “Ugh, kill me now.”
Levi untangled himself from Slater and leaned in closer to me to whisper. “What do you wanna bet, he’s secretly getting off on this?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Ididn’t want to be here. I couldn’t imagine how Slater felt. Ravi was his identical twin, in every way. They had the sameauburn hair, hazel eyes, and sharp angles to their jaw. Even their dicks were the same size. And how did I know that? Because Levi measured them one night when Ravi passed out.
On the other hand, Ravi and Slater had fucked the same girl at the same time. So, I could see Levi’s point. Maybe he was secretly getting off on it? Had my brother survived the third trial, I wouldn’t want to watch him do something like this, let alone share a girl with him. Then again, if he had passed the third trial, I wouldn’t be here.
Each of the seven families had its own way of running its trials. My father decided to pit his sons against each other. I was seven, my brother was twelve. I could still see the look on his face when I plunged my knife into his heart. He was surprised that I did it.
“That’s enough, get up here.” Ravi grabbed a fistful of Dean Richards’ hair, lifted him off his knees, and bent him over his desk.
I twisted the phone in my hand to get a better view when he tore open a condom. This was the money shot. Anal was something that typically had to be worked into. Not this time. One thrust, and Ravi was balls deep.
The fact that the dean’s wife had no idea he liked dick astounded me. He was moaning like a bitch while Ravi pounded into him. There was no way she didn’t suspect something. She would have to be blind or dumb not to. Then again, the whole marriage might be a farce for all I knew. I didn’t care enough to find out.
Levi once again crowded me. “You doing okay?”
“Yeah?” Why wouldn’t I be?
This wasn’t the first time I saw Ravi fuck a guy. He liked when others watched, and I liked to watch. But guy-on-guy did nothing for me. Unfortunately for me, I shared a room with Ravi freshmen year. Thank fuck I had my own room now.
“Are you sure you’ve got the right angle?”
I’d be better if he got his face out of mine. “I’m fine.”
They were both in the video, and it was clear what was going on. That was all that mattered.
“I think if you turn it this way…” Levi reached out for my phone. “You can get Ravi’s cock on camera.”
Why the hell would I want to do that? We weren’t filming a porn movie. It was blackmail.
He twisted my hand to the right, “There we go, now zoom in.”
When he reached for my phone screen, I jarred my shoulder into him. “Get the fuck away from me.”
This wasn’t a movie, and he wasn’t a director.
“Hey, I’m only making sure we get the best shot possible.”
The best shot possible?
I looked at Slater, who looked at me, then we both looked at Levi.
“You need help,” Slater said.
“Is it my fault if I’m a perfectionist?”
