Then, one day, we were wrestling for the remote and I pinned him and the fucker moaned and I fucking lost it. Maybe out of sheer desperation or maybe out of blind desire, I kissed him. I held him down across the scratchy carpet lining my parents’ basement and I poured every drop of my need for him into that kiss.
And the relief that surged through me when he kissed me back…
That became our secret. To the world we had girlfriends. We played sports. We did everything two best friends would do, but behind closed doors, he was mine and I made sure we made up for every second he wasn’t with me.
Thirteen years later and I still get hard just looking at him.
As if sensing me, eyes the color of chipped ice find me. They lock with mine and I give him a smirk.
Without fail, he excuses himself from Macie’s iron claw and pushes to his feet.
I back out of the room into the dimly lit corridor and wait for him to join me.
He does and I shove him.
Not far. Just against the wall outside the room his father, uncle and stepmother sit. I curl five fingers around the firm column of his throat and squeeze enough to flare his nostrils and his pupils go wide.
“How’s the plug?” I taunt.
Color soaks into his cheeks, but his features keep their calm exterior.
“Too big.”
I don’t hide my pleasure at that.
“You like it when it hurts though, don’t you, little whore?”
The pink deepens.
“Not with this many people around.”
I raise an eyebrow but drop my free hand down to cup his cock. Not at all surprised to find him hard. The thick bulge, scorching through the fabric of his trousers.
Nick moans and drops his head back against the wall. His chest heaves with a shudder I feel twitching in my palm.
I squeeze him.
Hard.
The way that makes his knees weak and his eyes roll back in his skull.
“Fuck, Dom…”
His pathetic whimper burns my lips as I lean in and capture his mouth. Taste the sweet agony on his tongue. As I fill his mouth with Isla’s sweet cunt.
“I should fuck you right here,” I taunt, stroking him faster. “Bend you over and take you raw.”
Nick groans a feeble, “Not here…”
I wouldn’t.
As much as I love the humiliation, the thrill of getting caught, what I do to Nick is only for me to see. The way he cums is only mine. I love the idea of torturing him, but I’m still a possessive asshole who doesn’t want anyone to see his cock.
It’s mine.
“Get upstairs. I have something for you.”
I break away before I say fuck it and take him anyway. I watch him stagger away from the wall, breathing ragged. There is uncertainty in his eyes that tickles my amusement.
