Mother of fuck, I’m going to have to listen to my little brother get railed against the kitchen counter. This was a terrible fucking plan.
If he starts calling his date ‘Daddy’, my dick will probably crawl so far into my body it’ll never come back out.
“Sav?” Chelsea’s voice shocks me out of my thoughts. I realize I’ve slowed down to the point that I was only kind of moving. She’s still bent over in front of me, but now she looks annoyed, instead of the fake horny face she had before. I’m still mostly hard though, which is a fucking miracle, so I’mdetermined to try for an orgasm. It’s the only thing other than Bambi’s drugs that might get me to sleep tonight.
I’m not giving up.
Outside my bedroom, I can hear furniture being pushed aside, things being knocked over and some breathy groans. I can hear fucking everything through these thin walls, but they’re obviously too caught up in each other to hear us.
A curl of panic starts in my chest. I hate this, and I have no idea why. I just want it all to stop and things to go back to normal. But I’m too far in to back out now.
I’m Savage fucking Moynihan. I can’t pussy out of this situation, or I’ll never be able to look myself in the face again.
“Yeah, take it,” I growl at her, cringing a little at my own cheesiness. But when I grab a hank of her hair and tug, she moans like she means it. I’ll never get why some girls like getting roughed up like that. It must hurt, right? But whatever works for you.
I start fucking her again in earnest, trying to block out the sounds from my stepbrother and his date.
But when I hear Micah’s voice, it’s not saying any of the things that I was expecting from him.
“That’s it, bitch. Get on your knees for me. Open that pretty mouth like a good little slut.”
Bambi?
I swear my brain goes offline. I was emotionally preparing myself to try and listen to some guy grunting away on top of him like I’m doing to the very patient Chelsea right now, not… whatever the fuck that was.
I can feel the heat under my skin, crawling down my neck and over my chest. My gut twists a little, maybe with embarrassment at my assumption. I try to ignore it and focus on the task at hand.
Chelsea. Her wet pussy, clenching around me. My stiff cock.
“That’s it, bitch. Keep that wet mouth open for me. Stay still while I fuck your pretty face,” Micah says, his voice sounding like it’s completely surrounding me, even from the other room.
Chelsea’s pussy is making wet sounds as I thrust into her, but I can barely hear them over the sudden sounds of choking and gagging coming from outside. Micah is keeping up his litany of dirty talk, with a surprising level of control to his voice, all while the guy sucking his dick sounds like he’s getting it rammed halfway down his throat.
Finally, I feel the first hint of an orgasm building low in my belly. My balls rise up and my cock is throbbing, and I refuse to let this opportunity pass, so I fuck her as hard as I can, still pulling on her hair. Chelsea wails in either fake or real pleasure, but I ignore it.
“That’s it. Are you going to beg for me to come on your face, like a good slut?” Micah asks.
God, I can feel it getting close. I’m almost there. I can’t lose it now, not after all this time. Ignore them all.
“Please, Sir,” the dude says in a voice like gravel, sounding like he’s crying as he talks. “Please come on my face. Please,” he sobs one final time, making it clear he’s totally released any sense of dignity in exchange for… whatever it is my little brother is doing for him.
“Good slut,” Micah says. I can finally hear him lose the edge of control to his voice, and then there’s a gasp as I’m assuming he comes all over the man with the surprisingly deep voice who must be kneeling in front of him. Probably with his mouth hanging open, too. If he acts like the desperate slut Micah’s treating him as.
“Fuck!” I choke on the word as my own orgasm catches me by surprise. It’s been so long to get here that it hits me like a freight train when it finally arrives. My cock flexes as I empty myself into the condom, buried balls deep in her. I hold Chelsea downbecause it’s coming in waves. Every muscle in my body is tense and there are more choked sounds coming out of my mouth as I ride it out.
My orgasm must last longer than Micah’s, because they’re quiet outside by the time I finally collapse on top of Chelsea in a sweaty, breathless heap.
As soon as I do, I feel like it’s too much, and I need her to be as far away from me as possible. Anyone touching me right now feels like too much.
“Sorry about my brother,” I grunt, hoping she doesn’t make a scene.
“Yeah.” Chelsea shrugs as she lets my dick slip out of her. I wince, oversensitive as fuck, but she’s been really patient tonight so I can’t exactly expect more out of her. “That was definitely something.”
She doesn’t look pissed though, only tired. There’s a little awkwardness, but it’s not terrible and I’m mostly too blissed out on oxytocin to care. She grabs her stuff and gets dressed, barely blinking before she slips out of the room to show herself out.
Normally chicks say something like, “We should do this again sometime,” but she doesn’t. I don’t blame her.
I wouldn’t want to fuck me again either.
