Page 126 of Brainwashed
Our chests are heaving from the exertion of whatever is happening. My face feels hot… In fact, my entire body is burning. His cheeks are pink and his pupils are blown out behind his glasses, chestnut hair hanging in his face while he glares down at me.
“Get off me,” I seethe up at him.
He grinds his hips into me again, and this time I can really feel the shape of his dick on mine. Even through our pants, it’s very hard, and it seems to grow harder each time he thrusts into me.
“Do youfeelit, Doctor?” His voice trembles with many things; lust, anger, frustration, confusion. I know because I think I’m feeling the same things right now.
Yes, I feel it. I feelallof it.
But I can’t. I don’t want to.
I roar at him, “I’ll give you five seconds to get thefuckoff me before I really lose my shit!”
“Five seconds?” He gasps, out of breath. I nod quickly, and he murmurs, “Fuck it.”
And he drops his mouth onto mine.
Aggressively, savage yet soft, all the same. He’s coming at me with a kiss that I can’t escape. I want to… But Ican’t.
“Get off me,” I groan into his mouth, kissing him back because I just don’t know what else to do…
It feels wrong and right at the same time.
I’m so fucking confused.
Our lips move together, and time slows down. I think it stops. The entireworldhas stopped spinning, and we’re just lying here, kissing. Felix is desperately grinding into me, the friction of his dick on mine creating a fog in my brain that I can’t see through. His mouth is so warm and so sweet, his tongue is silky when it touches mine, and I can’t get over how goddamngoodhe tastes. It shouldn’t taste good, but it does.
I’m being torn in half. Between the knowledge that I can’t let this happen, and thewant. The urgent need to let him keep sucking on my lips like candy.
When he finally lifts his hands and runs them up my chest, I use the opportunity to flip him onto his back. He gazes up at me, breathlessly panting, while I do the same.
“You’re not in charge, Felix,” I hum with my dreads hanging around my face, our fingers lacing together while I hold his hands down.
“I’m fine with that,” he breathes. “Just admit that you feel something.”
“I ain’t admitting shit.” I let go of one of his hands, running mine up to his throat.
He uses the free hand to cup my cock over my pants. It’s hard.
Goddammit, it’s so fucking hard. How is this even possible??
“You want this.” He squeezes my shaft.
“I don’t.”
“Then why aren’t you leaving?” He looks smug, even though his eyelids are drooping in obvious arousal.
“Shut up and take it out,” I growl a command at him.
I’ve forfeited all semblance of what’s going on. All I have is sensation. Touch and taste and smell and sight. I’m wandering lost in this moment.
I give Felix his other hand and he uses both to frantically pull my cock out.
“Yours too,” I breathe. He gazes up at me for a moment with moist shivering lips. “Stroke them together.”
He whines wiggles his pants down enough to get his erection out. It’s so hard I can almost see the veins throbbing, tip glistening with precum. I press my hips down and he makes a fist around both of our cocks together. We both groan quietly.
It looks captivating. His pale skin and my dark. My dick is longer than his, but not by much at all. And his is slightly thicker. It’s very proportionate. He can barely close his hand around us both.
