He peers down at me, arousal swimming in those lavender hues. “You shouldn’t look so good there.” His teeth graze his plump bottom lip, and it makes me want to replace them with my own. Hooking my fingers under the material of his shorts, I drag them down.
His massive erection bobs up. No way. How is his dick bigger than mine? He chuckles as if hearing my inner thoughts.
“Just got lucky,” he teases. The tip is swollen, leaking for me, and fuck… my eyes travel across his length, seeing several barbells.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, too stunned for more words. He has five piercings on his cock, all going down the underside in a row.
“Jacob’s ladder. Feels so damn good, Rischio,” he explains, tipping my chin so I’m looking at him. “I’ll show you.” The heat seeps from his expression into my body, making me stiffen in anticipation.
I’ll show you. Fuck me. Please do. I’m nodding as he smiles mischievously.
Chapter Five
Atlas
I stare down at him as his eyes eat me up. His position on his knees feels like kismet. Since we were kids, regardless of us being born eight minutes apart, he’s always sought me out for advice, looking up to me when we’re the same in almost every way.
“Have you ever sucked dick?” I question as his eyes comically widen at my piercings. He swallows, that thick throat bobbing slowly. I want to lick it, bite it, and devour him whole. But there’s time for that. We have time to explore.
“I’ve had mine sucked,” he muses with a smirk. Fuck. Jealousy slices through me, imagining anyone touching him before me. What we are to each other, what we’re about to do, it can get us killed. Not just in the Society, but in the Grim family. We abide by rules. Being gay is one of the ones we break every day, let alone the clusterfuck we’ve just added. It’s insane they haven’t sought action for our explorations over the years.
“Guess you’re going to learn today, Kenjington,” I mock, pointing my cock at his mouth. He swipes his tongue over the turgid head. It feels fucking phenomenal, and I find my eyes closing to absorb the pleasure. He explores, using my thighs to hold himself upright as he flicks my flesh seductively. Him never sucking someone off seems too far off—I’m ready to blow my load, and he hasn’t even taken me down his throat.
His fingers dig into my muscles, and I groan. He tongues my balls, and the wet hot feeling of him against me is unfuckingreal. Opening my eyes to him, it’s as if he waited for it. As soon as our gazes connect, he takes me in his mouth.
“Shit,” I hiss, my voice deeper than normal. “Sure you haven’t done this before?”
He laughs around my length, then releases one of his palms to grip my balls. He’s pulling and squeezing as he bobs his head. It’s sloppy. Drool dribbles down his chin as he works my shaft. My dick throbs, loving the way he tongues my piercings every time he pops off. His teeth meet my sensitive flesh, digging into me roughly, and I’m fucking shaking. My body tenses with rapture, and it takes everything in me not to explode.
“Fuck, just like that,” I command when he grinds the sensitive head of me. “Gonna come.” It’s so raspy, and I’m sweating from keeping myself at bay so long. He straightens his spine, holding my sac, massaging as he takes me into his throat. The sound of his gasp and choking has me shooting spurts down his throat. He groans over my length as it continues to escape me, filling him.
“Kenjington,” I praise, finishing my last thrusts, then pulling out, rubbing my dick all over his fucked mouth. My seed dribbles down his chin, on his shirt, and it’s everything seeing him like this. His lips are swollen and red, his eyes dilated and sedated, and the tent in his joggers has me so hot.
“That was fucking hot.”
He smirks, not wiping his face as he rises. “Bet you won’t kiss—”
I stop his stupid bet with my mouth, crushing ours together. If he thinks I won’t kiss him after he sucked me that good, he’s insane. I’ve never kissed any of my other toys—they weren’t meant to be intimate, but fuck if I won’t kiss KJ every chance I get.
The cold wetness on his face smears on mine as our lips connect. The saltiness of me mixes with his masculine flavor, driving me mad. He brushes against me, biting my mouth. We thrust against each other, and his tongue fucks my mouth like it’s his job. I’m already hardening again, my body unable to resist him and his effect.
He backs off me a moment later, and we both try catching our breath. “Bedroom?”
Nodding, I remember the last time he was in mine, and my blood boils. “Yours,” I hint at my annoyance. His face brightens with memory.
“Don’t act like you didn’t find it hot that I could only get off because you were there,” he taunts, flicking my nipples. Growling and gripping his wrists, I put him against the wall that I’d just been against.
“If you ever fuck someone else, Rischio, I’ll kill you both,” I admit, balling my fists at mere memories. I grip his throat on each side, loving the feel of him beneath my fingers. “I’ll fucking tear you apart, piece by goddamn piece and limb from fucking limb. You will not be anyone’s but mine. Understood?” He stiffens at my promise, but he’s still rotating his hips as if my jealousy gets him harder. Maybe it does. Sickness feeds sickness. When he’s green with envy, my dick nearly explodes with acknowledgment.
“Bet.” His one-word response has me aching in a new way. One to claim him in the only way left—him on his
