Page 16 of Sugar Rush
I wasn’t sure if it was because he was used to constant socialization at school and wasn’t getting that anymore, but it was a very unique and polarizing kind of torture. On one hand I knew it was safer if we kept some distance between us, but that tiny, masochistic part of me loved having his attention all the time. That part was going to get me ostracized from polite society and pursued by a mob with torches and pitchforks.
Walking up the driveway to the front door, my eyes passed over the pretty little solar lights staked into the ground lining each side. My mom had put them there. They were nothing special, just little lanterns, but it was the kind of thing we’d never been able to have before she and Chester had gotten together. My piece of shit alcoholic father had made sure of that.
My mom was so deliriously happy with Chester, something I’d never seen anything even remotely similar to before, the last thing I wanted was to cause any kind of tension between them. I was pretty sure if they ever found out how I really felt about Jordy, it’d cause a metric fuck ton of tension and pretty much ruin all the peace in the house. As agonizing as it was, it would be worth it to keep my feelings a secret. And then once he went away to college, it would be easier because he wouldn’t be in my face all the time.
Inside, I noted all the lights were off, suggesting Chester and my mom were already asleep. I was careful to be quiet as I made my way through the living room and up the stairs so I wouldn’t wake anyone up.
But as I reached the top and started to make a beeline toward my own door so Jordy couldn’t intercept me and distract me from everything else in the world but him, my senses were swamped with the scent of candy and… Slick? It had an unmistakable aroma so I couldn’t just think it was something else, but… how could I be smelling slick?
An odd noise poured into my ears, and I froze, muscles clenching in anticipation. It took a few seconds to fully comprehend what I was hearing, but once I did, I wasn’t sure if my muscles would ever function enough to allow me to move again. It was moaning. Was Jordy seriously watching porn with his door open? But it became clear almost immediately that it wasn’t the muffled, somewhat distorted sound of a video. It was live and in person. And what I was smelling couldn’t be faked.
For a split second, the wild idea that he was in there with another guy seized me, drowning me in anger and jealousy, forcing me forward a few steps so I was planted in front of the entryway. My breath caught in my throat and it took every fiber of my being to suppress a strangled groan at the vision in front of me.
The slightly open door allowed me to see into his room, at the perfect angle to see the bottom half of his bed. But the top, where his face was, was blocked. I could see him, but he couldn’t see me. My cock filled, instantly rock hard and pulsing.
His shirt was pushed up to his chest, exposing his flat stomach and his tiny gym shorts were pushed down his legs, hanging around one of his smooth, pale calves. The sight of his pretty, pink cock bobbing up and down when he moved his hips had saliva pooling in my mouth and my hands clenching into fists. His body was so unbelievably fucking perfect, I knew I’d never be able to erase this image out of my brain.
He moaned again as he slid his hand down his stomach, taking his dick in it and slowly stroking up and down. The way his back arched highlighted the perfect curve of his perky ass. My eyes and ears couldn’t stop drinking it in, like it was the most exquisite scene I’d ever witnessed in my entire existence.
What the fuck was the matter with me? This was so wrong. Besides the fact that I was literally spying on him in the most vulnerable moment possible, he was my fucking stepbrother. My gorgeous stepbrother with the most incredible ass I’d ever seen and the cutest, most perfect moans I’d ever heard. Porn had absolutely nothing on him.
It was like my body was moving on its own, like I had no control. Slowly dragging my zipper down, I bit down into my lip so hard I thought it might bleed. I couldn’t make a single sound. If I got caught doing this, my life would more or less be over. I’d probably get kicked out of the house and have to live in mytruck, or sleep in the tattoo shop. But my balls were aching and throbbing and I felt like if I didn’t havesomefriction on my cock that I’d actually burn up and die.
When I finally took it into my fist, slicking the precum down from my head to my shaft, my breath rushed out of my lungs. I could only pray that Jordy didn’t hear me. The second I started moving my hand up and down, it was like my hips were on fire and I needed to move. I needed to fuck and breed and knot. But I couldn’t, because he was in there and I was out here.
His moans started to sound more breathy and desperate, like he needed to come as badly as I did. I wanted to bust his door all the way open, crawl into his bed and fuck him so good he’d never think about another alpha but me.
That gorgeously pleased look he could exude from those beautiful blue eyes, and the musical sound of his laugh, flashed into my mind. I could only imagine how devotedly he would gaze up at me after I’d fucked him into the mattress, pounding his spot and milking every drop of cum out of his cock until he was limp and satisfied and sleepy.
I imagined sliding up his delicious body to kiss him, tangling our tongues up together in his candy-sweet mouth while his hands gripped at my hair and back and hips, pleading for me to fill him up with my cock. I’d push his slender thighs apart to expose his pretty, pink hole, where he’d already be shiny and wet with slick, pulsing and aching with needs only I could meet for him.
Like he could hear my thoughts and sense what I was silently begging for, Jordy shifted on the bed, angling toward me just so perfectly that when his thighs fell apart, I could see everything. His smooth balls were drawn up tight to his body, full of cum. I felt a sudden snap of possessiveness, like the cum in his body should have beenmine.
Tightening my grip around my dick, I bit down into the knuckle of my other hand to stifle the groans that desperately wanted to come out. From his room, Jordy’s gasps were coming out more and more, the movement of his hand getting faster. His sweet scent and the smell of his slick were intensifying in the air, mixing in my system like a drug.
My heart nearly stopped as I watched his other hand creep down over his hipbone, two of his fingers rubbing over his wet hole. When one pushed inside, I almost choked. The way he had to probe himself so gently, like it was a struggle just to fit one slender digit inside, it was obvious how incredibly tight he was. Like he’d end up strangling my cock with his virginity when I pushed inside him.
Precum oozed out of my slit at the thought, and my hips bucked into my fist. I was so close to blowing my load into my hand already, the thought of grinding the head of my cock over his prostate over and over until he was crying out my name and clawing at my back propelling me toward an orgasm like a fucking rocket.
“Kieran!” The sound of Jordy moaning my name was suddenly happening in real life, right in front of me, not just in the sick fantasy in my head.
On his bed, he writhed, his toes curling up as he whimpered. Pearly cum spurted out from the tip of his dick, splattering onto his stomach and chest. “Kieran,fuck.”
My mouth dropped open in shock as the sound of my name from his mouth forcibly dragged me over the edge, my balls drawing up tight as a raspy whine escaped from my throat. I was coming so hard my knees wanted to buckle but I could only stand paralyzed as what felt like a gallon of jizz erupted from my dick, threatening to ooze through my fingers all over the hallway floor.
Fleeing past his room and into mine, I knew the second my door smacked closed that it was loud enough for him to have heard it. I also knew that I hadn’t been able to fully hold back my noises, and he’d probably heard those, too.
I was so fucking dead. No doubt about it. The only hope I possibly had of everything not crumbling around me was if Jordy was too embarrassed to ever bring it up, to me or anyone else.
Shuddering out a ragged breath, my heart still pumping like crazy in my chest, I slid down onto the floor, squeezing my eyes closed. My dick was still twitching, I’d come so hard. But even with my eyes closed, the vision of his body was perfectly clear, like a photograph etched into my brain. How could I ever look at him again without thinking about this?
Maybe I just needed to start looking into moving out right away. Maybe waiting for him to go to college wasn’t fast enough. I knew a solution to my problems wasn’t just going to fall out of the sky. I was never lucky. I needed to talk to someone, but who would want to listen to something so fucked up? I was definitely on my own.
The sound of him moaning my name played in my head over and over until I thought I might go insane. I’d imagined that part, definitely. Maybe I really was going crazy. There was no way in hell he’d been thinking about me.
Turning the button on my doorknob to the locked position, just in case, I crawled into bed and buried myself in blankets.
The knock on my door was soft and subdued, but it was more startling than a gunshot in my current state of mind.
