Page 50 of Dirty Love

“I don’t care.”

“You sure?” he teases, rubbing his fingers over my hole through my sweats. “It’s gonna burn like fuck without it.”

“I said I don’t care,” I grit out, whimpering when he presses down a little harder. “I’m sorry.”

“You gonna keep giving me attitude?”

“No.”

He pushes me forward until my hips hit the pew nearest the wall, shoving my waistband down to my thighs before he lifts his palm up to my mouth. I spit on it and he moves behind me, holding me still by the back of my neck as he slides his fingers over my ass. Just as he slides the tips in, he bends me over and spits on it himself, rimming me with his tongue to get me as wet as possible.

“God,” I choke out, squeezing my eyes shut while I stand up on my tiptoes, spreading my legs out with my hands flat on the seat in front of me.

“God?” he echoes, his tone laced with humor. “Really?”

I breathe a laugh and look up at the walls, only just realizing the rain is falling through the several cracks in the roof. It’s not enough to soak us completely, but enough that I’ll probably wake up with a cold tomorrow. Church by Fall Out Boy plays somewhere in the distance and I focus on that, opening my mouth while Kade stretches me out with his fingers. Straightening up to his full height, he curls them downward and I moan through my teeth, shifting my legs out some more to grab my aching dick. He smacks my wrist and I jump, shaking my head at him when I realize why he did it.

“That’s mine,” he tells me, roughly pulling me back to his chest, lifting his hand back to my mouth. “More.”

I spit on it again and he rubs it all over his cock, pressing his thighs to the backs of mine while he teases my hole with the head. I writhe impatiently and he squeezes my waist, forcing yet another moan from my throat. I keep still this time and he pushes it in, forcing his way inside until his hips bump my ass. I wince before I can stop it and bite down on my lip, digging my nails into the pew until my knuckles turn white.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“You asked for this, you know?” he taunts me, pulling out a little bit just to push it back in, harder this time.

All the breath leaves my lungs and I let my head fall back on his chest, laughing lightly despite the pain I’m in. “Try all you like, brother. You don’t scare me.”

“No?”

“No,” I say honestly. “You never have.”

He hums and cups my jaw with his fingers, bringing my face around to touch my lips with his. “Last chance to tell me to pull out, baby boy. Because as soon as I start fucking this slutty little hole, I’m not fucking stopping.”

Jesus.

“I thought you said you’d just take it,” I remind him, purposely riling him up. “Was that just bullshi—”

Faster than I can blink, he takes my dick out fully and moves his other hand to my throat, holding me tight against him while he takes me hard and fucking deep. I cry out into his mouth and hold on to his wrist, my eyes rolling at the way he’s stretching me raw. He was right—it burns like a motherfucker—but I still find myself pushing my ass back into his pelvis, silently begging him for more. Without slowing his pace, he slides his tongue from my lips to my neck, swirling it around just beneath my earlobe. My vision blurs and I roll my head from side to side, feeling high and dizzy at the feel of him touching me everywhere, owning me everywhere as if it’s just second nature to him. My cock throbs in his hand and he groans in my ear, squeezing it once before he swipes his thumb over the precum there.

“Fuck, Nicky,” he breathes out, sounding just as unhinged as I am. “You like it when I hurt you?”

“Yes,” I moan, desperately rubbing my back against his chest. “Oh my god, Kade, fuck me harder.”

He curses and gives me what I need, switching hands to choke me with four fingers, forcing me to taste myself as he smashes my thighs into the wood. I don’t have to look down to know he’s leaving marks on me, bruising my flesh with this fucking pew while the party goes on less than fifty feet away.

“Kade.”

“I got you,” he whispers, jerking me off hit for hit, his arms around me the only thing keeping me from falling over. “Let go for me, baby. Fucking scream for me.”

I come with a strangled out cry and he pushes down on my tongue, making me gag, my hips spasming while I cover his hand with my cum. Even after I’m finished, he keeps jerking me off and presses his cheek to the side of my face, clearly enjoying the way I’m vibrating like a crazy person, instinctively twisting my body in an attempt to get away from him. It’s impossible, though, and all I can do is take it like a whore while he takes what he wants from me.

“Such a good little boy,” he praises, scraping his teeth across my jaw. “Do you have any idea how fucking good you make me feel? How fucking hot you look with your ass full of your big brother’s cock?”

I choke a little bit and he pulls my head back by my hair, licking the inside of my mouth while he massages my scalp with his fingertips. He comes inside me and then slowly grinds his hips, fucking it in even deeper, finally releasing his grip on my dick to push his cum back in with his fingers.

“I want you to feel me in here all the way home,” he says quietly, resting his chin on my shoulder while he pulls my sweats and boxers back into place.

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