“Eyes on me, little doe. Show me how much you love my dick. I wanna see tears.”
Fuck, yes, I can do that.
Saliva is now free flowing down my chin as he thrusts rapidly in and out of my mouth. He groans on every thrust as I try not to gag as much as my body wants to. The tears are streaming down my face, but I find myself relaxing and opening up more to his cock.
My mind drifts off to erotic heaven. I move my hands up his thick muscular thighs, relishing in the feel of soft hairs before I move them around and grab the firm, smooth, and meaty globes of his ass, forcing him deeper.
An animalistic growl rumbles from his chest. If I could choose to die in any way I wanted, it would be like this. Death by cock-choking. Lev’s cock.
“Fuck yeah, I knew you were a cock slut. That's it, you gonna take my load? Swallow it like a good cum guzzler.”
I try to nod as I mewl, my own erection becoming unbearable. His grunts become more rapid and his control slips. His speed increases, which takes my breath completely away as I struggle to hold onto my own orgasm and take air in through my nose at the same time. I remove my hands from his ass and attempt to touch my own dick, but Lev slaps me again across the face.Hard.
“Uh-uh, you won't be coming until you are on my dick. Shit, I’m close.” His grunting turns into heavy panting, and his movements falter before thick ropes of warm cum hit the back of my throat, making me swallow on instinct.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses. When he’s finished spurting, he pulls out as I fall forward to the floor, trying to catch my breath. I think that was my best BJ ever.
Sitting back on my knees, too shaky to stand, Lev is already zipping up his pants. He looks so composed, even though I can see he’s trying to relax his breathing. My dick is aching so much right now, but I know pleasing him and following his instructions will make it so much better for me. Anything to keep his eyes on me.
For some reason, I briefly think of others he might do this with, and I start to vibrate with an abnormal amount of anger, jealousy, and possessiveness. This isn’t good. I’m already territorial. But the thought of seeing someone else touch him builds a fire in me, the urge to hurt someone. As far back as I remember, when I fixate on something it’s almost impossible for me to shift that focus. It’s almost like an “I licked it so it’s mine” situation. It got worse after my mom died. The feeling of being unwanted, along with my grief, made me cling harder to anything that would grab my attention and provide security and comfort. Lev is my new focus, and his cock.
“You certainly know how to give head,” Lev says.
Lev gazes down at me and grabs my jaw, using his thumb to rub his cum–which has escaped my mouth–over my lips. He then lifts his thumb into his mouth, savoring his own release, his pupils flaring as he enjoys the taste of himself on his tongue.
And he should, it's the best thing I’ve ever eaten.
A text message alert breaks the moment, and he pulls his phone from his pocket, scrolling through it. “Get yourself fixed up. The boys are on their way, and then you are with me tonight. I don't plan on letting you sleep. I'm extra horny after I play.”
I have never heard someone demand sex like Lev does in such a serious and authoritative way. There’s no flirting, eye winking, or teasing in it. He’s matter of fact, but on him, it only makes him more fucking sexy.
If that's possible.
“Fine by me,” I say. My ass clenches at the thought that his monster dick may actually break me, and my dick feels even harder at the images of what he will do to me.
A whole night. I have every intention of making sure his cock leaves a permanent marker in my ass, and that I’ll feel him inside me for days. I hope the ache will take away all the other shit I know I’ll have to endure after tonight from Jake. Thinking about Jake raises another question.
“What about Jake? He’ll want to know where I am.”
Lev looks at me, brows furrowed, and the question is obvious. Why do I, an adult, need to let my stepbrother know where I am as if I'm some child with a protective parent? I scoff to myself at the ridiculousness of it.
“Why? You are twenty-four, Aaron, a fucking adult. Tell him to fuck off or that you are getting laid.”
“That will make it worse.”
“Why would it make it worse?” he asks.
I start to feel uncomfortable. How do I explain this without it sounding … well, like it is.
“He has a weird obsession with me. He doesn't like me hooking up with anyone or staying out for the night.”
Lev is silent as he stares at me. “Are you telling me your brother wants to fuck you?”
Trust Lev to be blunt. “Stepbrother and yes. He has always been too engrossed by me, he has gotten more controlling. He will kill me Lev, I know it. I want out of the crew, but I can't do it without help.” I pause. “I … I want him dead, Lev. I want it over, but I can't do it with all the support he has, it's impossible.”
The cogs in Lev’s mind turn, thinking my words over.
“Yeah, Jules mentioned he seemed to have an odd obsession with you. Well, he will be dead soon after I’m done with him, but if you like, when we have him, you can do the deed. My gift to you for being a rat.”
