Page 89 of Furious
ARES
I’m frozen behind Lev’s living room door.
Walk away. I say that to myself several times once I realize that this isn’t just Lev and Chance having no problem kissing Zara in front of each other. It isn’t even making out with her while they’re both in the room, passing her from one to the other.
This is more. So much fucking more
I know I should walk away when they start undressing her. But I don’t. I stay and I watch.
Then Lev opens a purple bag he took inside the house from his car. What the fuck is inside that box? I can’t exactly see it from here, but I can hear their conversation just fine.
Butt plugs? Are they fucking crazy? They’re talking about fucking Zara together and the worst part is that I can fucking picture it. No one should even think about taking Zara’s ass. No one except me.
I watch as Chance goes down on her. I know exactly how good she tastes. And the sounds she makes as my little brother is eating her out? They go straight to my cock.
My heart is beating fast and furious, the sound of each heartbeat pulsing in my ears. All my blood is migrating south and that must be what makes me stay rooted to my spot behind the door.
The way Chance is licking between Zara’s legs, while Lev does the same thing to her tits, is hot and infuriating at the same time.
Jealousy makes it hard to breathe. Because she likes it. No, scratch that. She fucking loves it.
I know those sounds. I know the way she’s writhing, riding Chance’s face. She’s done the same thing with me.
While Chance eats her like a starved man, Lev nudges him to the side, encouraging him to concentrate on Zara’s clit while he pours lube on the lower part of her pussy and down her crack. He works it into her little hole and then he takes a small purple butt plug with a purple diamond on one end and begins working it inside her back entrance.
If they hurt her, so help me fucking God, I’m going to murder them both. But Zara doesn’t seem in pain. She seems to like it.
From where I’m standing, I can see the purple diamond sparkling when the light catches it.
When she cries out, overwhelmed by pleasure, I can almost feel it coursing in my veins.
I expect Chance and Lev to help her get dressed and put their own clothes back on, but that’s not what happens.
After checking that Zara is feeling ok, Lev tells Chance to fuck her.
And Zara begs for it.
Fuck. I can’t decide if I’m more furious or turned on. A part of me wants to walk into that room and tell those two, my brother and my best friend, to take their dirty hands off of my woman.
I almost forgot why I even came here in the first place. Why have I been following Chance and Lev home from Noel’s barbershop?
In the blink of an eye, Chance is kneeling between Zara’s legs, fucking her tight little pussy while Lev watches as intently as I am.
There’s only one difference between us. He’s stroking himself through his underwear, his eyes fixed on where Chance and Zara are joined. I dig my nails into my palms so hard that I know I’m probably going to draw blood. My cock is pulsing with need and I know that if I even brushed against it, I’d come in my pants while I spy on my stepsister with the two other people I care about most in the world like a fucking creep.
Just when I think the scene in front of my eyes can’t get any dirtier, Zara encourages Lev to take his pants off.
I can’t believe my fucking eyes when she takes Lev’s hard cock into her mouth. And then she lubes up her finger and… fuck.
This is too much. I should walk away, but I can’t. My insides are twisted in a tight knot of jealousy and desire and I’m tense to breaking point.
All my restraint snaps when I see Lev blowing his load on Zara’s face. I don’t even think about how it must look like when I barge into the room like a fury from hell.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yell. “Is this why you agreed that we should all keep seeing Zara for now? So you can take advantage of her and act out your porn movie fantasies?”
For a second, the three of them stare at me, frozen in place. They don’t move a single muscle, as if they were posing for some dirty picture.
Zara is the first one to recover from the daze that seems to have caused all this madness. “Ares, it’s ok. I’m ok. We… I wanted this.”
