Page 2 of Sugar Rush
The way he was looking at me had all of my organs twisted up and I couldn’t think. And then he was getting closer and closer until there wasn’t any more space between us.
His mouth tasted like alcohol but I didn’t care. Moaning, I slid my hands over his shoulders and up into his dark hair, anchoring him against me as he sucked on my lower lip. When he leaned into me too much, we stumbled back onto my bed, which reminded me he had no balance because he was completely hammered drunk.
Was it even okay for me to do this? Was I taking advantage of him? He was older than me by three years, but still. He clearly had no idea what planet he was even on. As much as I’d always wanted this to happen, I didn’t want to make him do something he’d feel horrified by later. But if it was true that alcohol made you tell the truth, then…
“Kieran,” I whimpered out his name as he nudged me over on the bed so he could move closer to me. Now that we were laying, I could feel his cock pressed against my thigh through the denim of his ripped jeans. It was thick and hard as stone. Saliva pooled in my mouth and I could feel slick starting to seep out of me. “Are you-”
“You’re so fucking pretty, Jordy…” He kissed my neck, his hot breath washing over my scent gland again as he panted against my skin. The contrast of his rough stubble against my smooth skin was mouthwatering and the stimulation on my gland had my whole body pulsing and throbbing. “Pretty angel. And you smellsosweet. You have no fucking idea.”
“Kieran,” I whined, twitching all over, my dick leaking out onto my navel. When he reached over to press his palm into my bulge, my back arched, my hips raising up to his touch. Was he actually going to jerk me off? And was it morally worse or better if I reciprocated? “Fuck.”
“Even your dick is pretty,” he observed once he’d nudged my underwear down to let my cock out. His voice was soft and reverent now, like he was witnessing one of the great wonders of the world. His praise for my body felt like a drug, clouding up my brain and racing through my veins until I was squirming under his touch.
“Don’t stop.” The words tumbled out of my mouth, and I prayed they weren’t louder than they’d sounded in my head. I hadn’t even closed my bedroom door so if our parents happened to hear us, we were completely fucked. Luckily, their bedroom was downstairs and across the house.
To be totally truthful, I was always getting hit on and asked out by guys, both betas and alphas. I was small and cute and popular, a perfectly approachable and appealing mix of low maintenance and low drama. I knew my strengths very well.
And sometimes I would go out on a date, or even let a guy kiss me and feel me up a little. But I was never really tempted to go any further. Even with the ones that were good looking with nice personalities, it was easy to keep my cool and not get too excited. But those guys weren’t Kieran.
He was barely touching my dick, his fist a loose grip around it, but all my muscles were clenching and I couldn’t control my moans. Rolling my hips against his hand, I grasped at his face, pulling it to mine so he could fuck my mouth with his tongue. The way he was stroking me wasn’t particularly coordinated, but it was so fucking good I couldn’t stop moving.
My hole was twitching and clenching, like I needed something filling me up. I’d never gone that far with anyonebefore, but the thought of pushing Kieran’s hand down further so he could slip his thick fingers into me and stretch out my virgin flesh was so tempting I wanted to beg for it.
“I’m close,” I sobbed out, my eyelashes fluttering down to cover my eyes as my mouth dropped open.
“Come for me, Angel,” he rasped out, his voice pushing me over the edge. My balls pulsed and drew up tight to my body as the strong as fuck orgasm crashed over me, cum spraying out all over his hand and my stomach.
As the mind numbing sensations tapered down, I felt him drop limply next to me, his face pressed into my shoulder. He’d called me angel, twice. It was the cutest thing I’d ever been called by a guy, but I was pretty sure I didn’t exactly fit the description, particularly at this moment.
“Do you want me to suck your cock?” I asked softly, still panting a little. I really hoped he would say yes because I’d never seen it and I’d always fantasized about what it would taste like. And now that I’d felt how thick and long it was, grinding against me through his jeans, I was pretty sure those fantasies were only going to become more detailed and more frequent.
When he didn’t answer, I nudged him a bit with my shoulder. “Or you can fuck me.” My dad had put me on birth control as soon as I’d started high school, despite my attempts to assure him I wouldn’t need it. He was from a long line of betas, so the idea of having a son that could actually get pregnant seemed kind of harrowing for him.
When he still didn’t answer, I grunted, bringing myself up to a sitting position. He was heavier than a stone, completely unmoving. His eyes were closed, his breath coming out in the deep, rhythmic pattern of sleep.
He’d actually fucking passed out.
“Kieran.” I hissed out his name, grabbing his face with my hands and rolling his head around a bit, to absolutely noresponse. Amazing. How the hell was I supposed to drag him to his room? He was more than half a foot taller and outweighed me by at least 50 pounds.
It was the most surreal moment I’d ever had, and I’d never felt more stupid and desperate. I could practically hear the narrator of my life.Record scratch.I bet you’re wondering how I got here, right?
Even I didn’t exactly know how I’d gotten here.
Groaning deep in my throat, I pulled my knees up to rest my forehead on, trying to ignore the feeling of my own cum dripping down my stomach. Well, if I was going to hell for hooking up with a drunk guy who also happened to be my stepbrother, it was too late to despair about it now.
I had no idea how Kieran would react when he woke up. Maybe he’d be pissed off at me for letting things go so far, or maybe he’d be embarrassed about the whole thing. But it didn’t exactly matter. I was now incredibly aware that I had the leverage in the situation now, a very welcome change from how I’d always thought it had been between us.
He’d actually been letting me believe that he felt no attraction to me. But the honesty in his voice when he’d called me pretty, and the raw lust in his eyes when he’d been staring at my body told a much more interesting story. A story I’d been dreaming about for a really long time. There was an odd sort of euphoria buzzing around in my body as I lugged his shoulder up and used the momentum to roll him onto his side.
“You told on yourself, Kieran,” I murmured, hovering my face just an inch or so above his. He didn’t flinch, not even when I pecked a quick kiss onto his soft lips or dug into his pocket to extract his plain leather wallet. “Sweet dreams, stepbro.”
KIERAN
MY HEAD THROBBEDlike a wound, and my stomach felt like it was full of hot, bubbling tar. The only thing keeping me grounded to this planet was the time I could barely make out through my blurry eyes on my phone screen. I had to be at work in an hour. And I actually liked my job.
Somehow managing not to drop to my knees and retch into the toilet as soon as I stumbled into the bathroom, I slapped at the knobs in the shower until water that wouldn’t melt my flesh off or freeze my organs sprayed out.
How drunk had I gotten last night? I couldn’t remember anything.
