Despite being open to nearly everything, he still hesitates every time. His lawyer brain just has to weigh the pros and cons. This is why he’s the logical, think-first one in the relationship.
But he does it.
He heads in the direction of the stairs I just came down after eating his sister’s dripping pussy.
We pass Isla’s room. Her door is still shut and it’s quiet inside. I’m half tempted to push Nick inside and replay the entire thing, but Nick isn’t ready and Isla needs to process what just happened.
They may not be related by blood, but Christ help me, both overthink everything to death.
I take Nick to his parent’s room. I ignore his protests and shove him inside.
“Are you crazy?”
My fingers are already at my fastens. I have the button and zipper down.
“Get on the bed, Nicky.” Is all the warning I’m giving him, nor do I wait when I forcibly push him down at the foot of the bed, legs dangling over the edge.
His cry of pain sings through me as the impact of ass on mattress drives the plug deeper.
My cock screams for release, but I focus on getting his pants off.
“Stop fighting if you don’t want to get caught,” I warn him, fingers fisting the soft fabric and tearing it down his thighs.
I ignore his attempt at speaking the moment his dick comes into view. The appendage extends from a soft nest of golden curls to brush just over his navel. The thick head leaks a clear puddle across his stomach that has my mouth watering.
“Fucking love your cock, baby.”
Nick drops back across the neatly made sheets with the first suction of my lips over his head. His hands clap over his face the way Isla had and he stifles his noise.
Their similarities only fuel my obsession to have them both. To collect them like a set. I want them both in my bed, begging for relief only I’m allowed to give them.
“I want Isla.” I cut a path up the vein with the flat of my tongue. “I want to watch her suck your cock while I fuck her cunt.”
“Shit…”
He digs the heels of his palms into the back of his eyelids. His hips lift off the mattress.
“I want your cock next to mine while we tear her tight hole wide to fit us both.”
“Can’t... Fuck, I can’t, Dom. She’s my sister... shit!”
I sink him deep into the back of my throat, silencing his weak protests. Between my fingers, the cock in question thickens. The amount of precum that spills free runs down his shaft, now glossy with my saliva. His thighs quiver and I can’t smother my grin.
“You want it, too, don’t you, Nicky? Tell me how good she’d feel when you pin her down and take her.”
His head rocks side to side in denial even as his every breath wheezes from his chest in jagged pants.
“Stop…”
“What if I told you she tastes like peaches? That her cunt is a slippery mess begging to get fucked?”
The palm covering his eyes lifts and I’m fixed under my lover’s darkened gaze.
“How…?”
I do get a bit nervous when pulling my phone out. While I know Nick wants Isla as much as I do, I acknowledge that I may have overstepped. My goal hadn’t been to do what I did. When I initially knocked on her door, I hadn’t expected to find it already ajar. Then, my thought was to record her and show Nick what we could have.
But... fuck!
