Lowering to his balls, I lick and suck one into my mouth, needing him to feel good. He’s whimpering and I’m going to lose it. It’s such a fucking confidence boost to have someone stunned with pleasure to the point of whimpers.
I uncap the lube bottle as my mouth trails lower. “Ever been rimmed, baby?” God, I hate when people call me that, but it feels fitting for him. My baby. Little KJ. He shakes his head, words not coming out.
“Good. Now I can take another first.” The heady, animalistic pleasure I get from knowing no one’s touched his asshole is too sweet. It’s mine. All mine. To pleasure, to fuck, to taste. I lick a path from his scrotum to his hole, loving that he bucks upward at the initial contact. When I flatten my tongue against the raised flesh, he practically screams.
“Atlas, oh God,” he says with mirth.
“Not God, KJ. Your brother.” It’s derisive, almost.
“Please, don’t stop.” I keep slicking up and down and entering him as he wiggles, trying to clamp down more. I pour lube on my fingers and slowly start to stretch him as my tongue plays with his tightness.
“It’s going to feel so good to fill you. I’m going to fuck you so good.”
“Yes, please. Yes.”
I finally get a knuckle deep, and he tenses, squeezing me. When he relaxes, I add a second. I tongue his shaft as I stretch and stretch. Finally with a third one, he’s bucking against my hands, moaning like a slut. My little slut.
“Going to fuck you now,” I tell him, barely holding my breath.
My chest heaves with anticipation and excitement as I replace my fingers with my cock.
“Fuuuck,” I gasp. “So goddamn tight, baby.”
He mewls, his face pinched in a pleasure I’ve never had the chance to experience. He pushes against me.
“Move, Atlas. Please. Fuck!” He clenches around me, and my balls tighten.
“How does it feel?”
His dopey smile makes me want to fuck him over and over and never stop.
How do we do this? Go to school and act like our lives didn’t change entirely last night?
What about Rusty? We don’t break bets, whether school isn’t in session, he’s scared, or fear of risks. It’s not something we’ve ever done.
Chapter Six
Kenji
Fuck. He’s inside me.
He’s deep and those piercings press against my prostate like it’s their vow. He doesn’t move, just stares at me with this intense awe. His jaw is locked. He must feel what I feel; he’s strained and it’s so hot.
He grits his teeth when I move, wanting him to fuck me hard.
“Don’t be a little bitch, Atlas. You’ve put that cock in me, now use it.” It’s a taunt, but it comes out so breathy that I’m sure he likes it. A smile, not a kind one, takes over his face. He bites his lip, pulling out, then slamming it. He could never deny a challenge.
“Shit!” I yell, loving the bite of pain and intense pleasure his dick brings.
With his metal pressing my pleasure spot, I may release without him touching me. I’m so hard I can see stars. Every move has frissons of ecstasy flowing through me. It’s so good. So fucking good.
He thrusts, his thighs hitting mine like a drum. We rock against each other, both chasing our releases. His growls, even while quiet, sound so strained, filled to the brim with pleasure.
I love it.
Hearing him.
Knowing it’s me who brings him that kind of feeling.
My body sweats with each movement, and I’m so close, so close I might bust.
“Harder,” I plead, watching as his gaze darkens. His purple eyes I love so much glitter with mischief. He pulls out, rolling me on top of him.
“Fuck me harder,” he trades off. I apply more lube and glide down his girthy length, loving the bite of pain each inch brings.
“Yes, Kenjington. Fucking yes.”
It gives me all the motivation I need. I start rising and falling with a force that brings me to loud cries, and my cock, as Atlas grips, pulses.
He rotates his palm, gripping hard, then soft, then hard, and I fucking detonate on a final jab to my prostate. He growls with me, gripping my hip, spreading my seed all over, fucking me from the bottom.
“So good. So fucking good.” He pumps and pumps, and my dick twitches with each upturn. He orgasms moments later, a low hiss escaping his lips. His seed fills me, the hot wetness making my body melt. I fall to a heap on his chest, feeling our heartbeats ram against our chests, wanting to connect like our bodies just did.
He’s my brother, but fuck, he’s so much more. And now that I’ve had him, I’m never going to be able to stop the want and desperation for his body.
And if anyone touches what’s mine, they’ll fucking pay. I’m willing to end any fucker brave enough to try.
Rusty.
Fuck.
That’s another issue I’m going to have soon. Atlas won’t let it go, I know him. He may have dropped it when I went on my knees and sucked him off, but it was a Band-Aid, not a solution.
Bets are sacred for us.
“Baby,” he cajoles. Not ever did I imagine my brother calling me that. Didn’t think I’d be hot for it either, but it has my skin warming. My heart too. “You’re perfect.”
Chapter Seven
Atlas
“Are you coming to the Masquerade?” Tris—my closest friend—asks me as we’re shooting hoops during Fitness. Rolling my eyes at him, I throw the ball to his chest.
“Like Grims have a choice,” I mock, hating that there’s no choice. “Or Society members, for that matter.” He nods in understanding, wiping the sweat off his brow. It’s not out that KJ and I are gay, or even that we fucked around three days ago. It’s not like we want a mark on our chest saying we’re breaking moral, legal, and family rules.
“Asking Blythe?” he offers, raising an
