Page 115 of Bound By Shame
“Ohhhh shit,” Cade moans as my tongue drives into him, my finger joining a moment later. “Shit, shit,shit.”
He feels himself up, lifting his shirt to play with his nipple while I thrust my finger in deeper, curling in search of the spot that drives him mad. I know the instant I hit it. He cries out, reaching down the front of his underwear to stroke himself.
That won’t do.
Pausing the attention on his ass, I rip his hand away from his dick. He whimpers. “F-fuck y-you.”
“Ask me nicely.”
He’s so pent up, seeking friction where there is none, drenching his boxers in precum. As much as he’s fighting me, he can’t deny how badly he wants this.Needsthis. To encourage him, I lick his rim again.
“Motherfucker, ok, ok,” he pants. “P-please.”
Gripping his shaft, I thrust my tongue into him as far as it cango. Then two fingers. The moan that scrapes out of him is more heavenly than a whole choir of angels.
“Damn it, Sebastian,” he gasps. Moans. Trembles. “Fucking. Hate. You.”
“Mmm,” I hum against his hole. He clenches around my tongue. I pick up the pace as he begins rocking— fucking himself in my fist, then back onto my mouth. I curl my fingers to rub that spot.
“FUCK!”
His entire body locks up. Seizes. Then he breaks.
And I break right behind him.
I’m pissed I didn’t see his face when he came.Next time, I tell myself as I continue milking him of every drop, sucking his spasming hole and massaging his balls until he’s so overstimulated he’s jerking to get away.
I spin him around and admire the mess he made on his stomach, leaning forward to lap the cum off his abs. Once cleaned up, I pull down his shirt.
Heaving, flushed and furious, he glares at me. “That’s not happening again.”
I kiss the tip of his spent dick before tucking him into his damp boxers. “Who’s the liar now?”
He shoves me and this time I let him.
“I’m serious, Sebastian,” he snaps, fastening the button on his jeans. I get to my feet and snatch his chin.
“So am I. You’remine. You told me so in that bathroom upstairs four years ago. You don’t get to take that back.”
He looks ready to head-butt me again. “And what does being yours mean, huh? Because if I remember correctly, I was just a fun little experiment you tossed aside when shit got too real.”
It hurts more than any of the physical blows he landed. But I get it. He doesn’t know everything I’ve done since then. For him. For us. Before I can argue my case, the front door slams and heels click in the hall.
Panic flashes in his eyes.
I release my hold on him, giving him some space as Mom walks into the kitchen.
She pauses in the archway, her gaze swinging from me to my stepbrother.
“What’s up, boys?”
“Nothing,” Cade hisses, shooting me a glare before bolting. His stomps ring out like gunshots as Mom and I stare at each other. She glances at the used plates and silverware pushed to either side of where I had Cade pinned.
“What happened to your face?”
The scratches.
“It’s nothing I didn’t deserve.”
