Page 29 of Dirty Love

“My cock?”

He nods like a crazy person, dropping his forehead on mine to look down between us, his own dick hard as a rock and trapped against my abs.

“Tell me where,” I demand, digging my nails into his knuckles. “Where do you want it?”

“In my mouth.”

I mutter a curse and he manages to rip his hands from my grip, pushing me back a step to drop to his knees in front of me. He spreads his legs out like a porn star and curls his fingers over my waistband, grinning up at me with his tongue trapped between his teeth, the little demon. I’ve officially lost it by this point and I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny, which is why I allow him to pull my sweats and boxers down and kick them the rest of the way off, grunting when he squeezes my hips and takes me into his mouth without hesitation.

“Jesus, fuck,” I choke out, holding on to the back of his head, placing my free hand on the wall in front of me to keep myself steady. “Fucking hell, Nicky.”

He mumbles something I don’t catch and moves up and down on my dick, spitting on it and stroking my length with the flat of his tongue. I know he’s never done this before, but you wouldn’t think it by the way he’s gagging and choking himself without issue. He looks fucking beautiful down there, his eyes watering thanks to the lack of air in his lungs, his pouty lips stretched out around the base of my cock… it’s enough to drive me bat shit crazy.

“Nicky,” I whisper his name, unsure where I was even going with that. “Jesus…”

He makes a sound and carries on sucking me, driving me wild, looking awfully pleased with himself when he catches the look of helplessness on my face. Because even though he’s the one on his knees right now, he’s got all the power here and he knows it.

He licks the tip and I groan, pushing his head back to gain access to his throat. He squeezes my outer thighs and I consider that consent, slowly rolling my hips out to fuck the wet heat of his mouth. It seems he doesn’t want it slow, though, because then the little slut digs his nails into my flesh and forces me in even further. I bang my fist against the wall but give him what he wants, tightening my grip on him to fuck him a little faster, deeper and deeper until my pelvis is pushed right up against his nose. He gags again and I hold him there, releasing him after a couple short seconds to let him catch his breath.

“Is that good?” he rasps, pulling off to rub his spit over my dick. “Tell me I’m good, Kade.”

“You are good, baby,” I assure him, not forgetting the look he gave me when I called him that outside Austin’s house last weekend.

It slipped out by accident that first time, but I like the way his pretty eyes light up when I say it.

He grins up at me and I grin back, bending over him to wipe the tears streaming over his cheeks with my thumbs. I kiss him and lift him up to his feet, shaking my head when he opens his mouth to argue.

“I don’t wanna come yet,” I explain, making him frown.

“Kade, that was barely five minutes.”

I tilt my head and he stares at me in confusion, but then it hits him and he smirks, running his hands over my wrists to keep himself steady, standing up on his tiptoes to kiss me back. I tighten my grip on his face and back him up into my room, kicking the door shut behind me before I walk him over to my bed. The backs of his knees hit the mattress and he sits down on it, his eyes flashing with heat and hunger as he moves them all over my body. I fist my cock and he licks his lips, moving forward like he’s about to taste it again. I push him away from me and shove him down on his back, using my knees to nudge him up towards the headboard.

“One night,” I whisper, leaning over him to kiss the edge of his jaw. “You gonna be okay with that tomorrow?”

He nods and tips his head back on the pillows, but I don’t think he’s really listening to me.

“I mean it, Nicky,” I stress, pulling back an inch to look at him. “This is only happening once. Never again.”

He nods some more and opens his legs for me, boldly grabbing my head to pull my mouth down to his neck. Knowing what he wants, I lick his pulse and dip my hand beneath his waistband, groaning when I realize how much his cock is leaking already, soaking my fingers and the inside of his boxers.

“Fuck, you weren’t lying, were you?” I breathe out, slowly moving my palm over the underside. “You want it that bad? You’re fucking wet for me?”

He whimpers at that, lifting his ass off the bed to push himself into my hand. All this useless fabric between us is getting in the way, so I sit back on my heels and pull the rest of his clothes off, tossing them to the floor before lying over him again. He kisses me and I tangle our tongues together, fucking loving the way his naked body feels spread out under mine, my bare cock grazing his hole with every grind of our hips. I wrap my hand around him and jerk him off slowly, rocking into him hit for hit, struggling to breathe properly because fuck.

Fuck.

“This is so fucking wrong,” I point out, but my stupid dick won’t stop dry fucking my little brother’s ass.

“I like wrong,” he says lazily. “Wrong feels good.”

“Fucking brat.”

He chuckles and bites my lip, but then I bite him back and he chokes on his own air, moaning for me when I squeeze the head of his cock.

“God. Kade.”

“What, baby?” I taunt, manipulating the shit out of his body and mind, using my left hand to run my nails over his scalp. “You want me to make you come?”

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