Page 53 of Brutal Captivity

“You were so young,” I murmur, my face so close to the mark, my breath ghosts over it.

“Yeah, but that’s okay. We were all young once, I suppose.” He shrugs, but before he can turn around, I lean down to kiss the scar on his shoulder.

“What was that for?” Leo asks, when he turns back around, looking me in the eyes.

“Because you didn’t have anyone to kiss it for you when it happened.” At 18, I was preparing for college, not getting shot. I couldn’t even imagine. Our lives have been so different.

“Can I suck your dick?” Leo asks, and my head spins from the sudden change in subject.

“Why?” I ask, but he is already moving. He pushes my shoulders against the headboard and situates himself between my legs.

“‘Cause I want to,” he responds with a smirk, and I have to roll my eyes. My cock is already hardening, though, the image of his firm pink lips wrapped around my shaft floating through my mind. I didn’t know I wanted it until he said it, and now I need it to happen.

“Didn’t think you would enjoy having something in your mouth. You talk so much, it seems like it would be a hindrance,” I quip, but there is no bite to it. I suppress a smile as he peppers kisses down my neck, hands roaming all over my pale torso. The tattoos on his arm glide over top of the muscles, bringing the tiny sketches to life.

“I don’t mind. Seemed you were doing quite a bit of talking yourself last night,” Leo responds, a wicked glint in his eyes. It takes me a moment to figure out exactly what Leo is referring to, but when I do, my body heats with embarrassment. I had almost forgotten that I let a curse word slip last night. It wasn’t intentional. I am usually able to keep my composure, even during moments of passion, but something about him eating my cum made my brain short circuit.

“I guess I just figured out that sometimes, there are literally no other words to describe a feeling. Maybe cursing isn’t low class. Maybe it’s being in moments where life is so high, there are no words to describe it except for ‘fuck’.” The word is so foreign on my tongue that I almost swallow it back down. It’s worth it to see the reaction on Leo's face, his mouth forming a small ‘o’.

“Jesus that just made me so hard,” Leo murmurs, and I laugh because that has to be a joke. I quickly realize that it wasn’t a joke though because Leo attacks my chest in a frenzy, teeth grazing over my nipple, making me squirm. My cock twitches again, warm and now hard beneath the sheets.

“I’ll have to remember that.” The words hitch with my breath when Leo grabs my cock with a warm hand. My eyes roll back in my head, the feeling so good I don't exactly know how to process it. He definitely knows what he’s doing. Last night was probably the best sex I have ever had, so there is no denying his skill. I am addicted to it already, but I will have to quit cold turkey soon. This arrangement won’t last forever.

“Gonna suck you off, then I’ll go get us some breakfast. Whatever organic, non-dairy shit you want. I don’t care. I just need your dick in my mouth. I need to taste you again. Please, can I taste you again?” His features are desperate, as if he needs my cock to continue living. I get it. If I don't get my cock in his mouth soon, I may actually die. I nod, at a loss for words.

With my permission, he ducks down under the duvet, covering his head completely. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can certainly feel his sure hand stroking my cock to full hardness. I moan, placing his feet flat on the bed, my knees creating a tent around him to hopefully make it easier for him to breathe. The anticipation of what he’s going to do is driving me crazy. I don't know when he is going to use his mouth. I don't know if Leo is going to massage my balls or lick the tip of my cock.

“Leo. Please,” I whine when cool air is blown across my slit. Asking nicely pays off because he licks the same spot. The warm wetness is a direct contrast to the cool dryness of his breath, and I jump, biting back another moan. I can’t see him, but his cheeky smile curves right against my thigh, lips already leaving my cock. I miss them, but it’s not long before they are back, taking me deep.

“Shhi…” The curse word trails off as I squirm, hearing an audible pop when my cock leaves his mouth. In place of his hot mouth, he blows cool air on my tip. I fist my hands above where I know his head is to stop myself from grabbing it and pushing him down on my cock again. I don't think I am going to last long; it all feels so amazing. The heat is already pooling behind my belly button.

“Feels so good,” I moan when he finally puts his mouth back on my cock.

It’s slower this time, as he gradually sinks down, taking me inch by excruciating inch until the head of my cock hits the back of his throat. His hand wraps around the base of my shaft, cupping my balls, stroking what he can’t reach in time with his bobbing head. I almost let my legs fall wide, wanting to see theduvet move with his motions but I like not knowing what he’s going to do next. It somehow makes everything hotter.

“Leo, what are you still doing in bed, and where the fuck is Callisto?” I jump when Daron’s voice gets louder as he opens the door.

Daron waltzes right into the room, as if he owns the place, Nico trailing behind him. I close my legs, and Leo’s ears press into each thigh. I know he heard them, yet my cock is still occupying his mouth, and it feels so good.

“Callisto? What are you doing in Leo's bed? Where’s Leo?” Daron looks confused, taking in the scene in front of him. I silently beg him to stop. There’s no way he doesn’t realize we’re no longer alone. I don't know what would be worse, Leo revealing himself right now from between my legs, or him continuing his former pursuit of tasting me. Leo makes the decision for me because he hasn’t stopped. I am going to murder him.

“I umm- I…” I bite my lip on a moan when Leo's teeth barely scrape the sensitive head of my cock. I shake myself, trying to focus on the question and not on what Leo is doing to my cock out of sight.

“I slept in here last night. Leo’s in the bathroom.” I decide to at least tell half the truth. There is no other explanation as to why I would be naked and in Leo's bed. The bathroom door is shut, so the second half is a fairly convincing lie.

“I see. Leo, I don’t know if you can hear me.” Daron’s voice is loud, and Leo bobs his head on my cock in answer.

“He can hear you,” I say quickly, the words breathless from holding back screams of pleasure.

“Peadar wants to speak to you this morning. He sent me over to watch Callisto and Nico while you have your meeting. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” Daron yells, his head turned towards the bathroom door that has remained firmly shut.

Nico watches me through suspicious eyes. My entire body heats up, but Leo isn’t stopping. For some reason, Nico and Daron being there, but not knowing exactly what is going on between my legs, is making it so much hotter. The sheets very subtly move where Leo's ass is grinding against the bed, evidently in agreement with my thoughts.

“Fuck,” I half moan, half spit, so overwhelmed by the situation. Leo must enjoy that word because in the next moment Leo takes me deep, a wet finger pressed against my loosened hole. He must sense I’m sore because he doesn’t press in, just leaves it there, adding pressure while he continues to suck my entire life force out through my cock.

“Yeah, that was my thought,” Daron says, and I had almost forgotten that we aren’t alone. It takes me a few moments to even figure out exactly what Daron is referring to. I can’t even remember my name at the moment, too wrapped up in the pleasure. The fact that Daron and Nico are watching, completely unaware, is ridiculously hot to me.What’s wrong with me?

“I- I’ll make sure he k-knows when he gets out. He, shit, h-he will m-meet you downstairs,” I manage to get out. I’m trying so hard to act like my cock is not getting sucked, but I’m not very convincing. Daron looks confused by the breathy cadence of my speech, while Nico’s eyebrows climb toward his hairline.