4

Why does she have to be so good and pure?

I crave mayhem and darkness.

“Talk to me, baby.”

I tie the towel around my waist and then drag my hand through my ruffled hair, smoothing it down. “Nothing is wrong. I’m just not in the mood.”

Lies. My cock aches; it’s that damn hard.

Mia continues watching me with her doe eyes, but I don’t look at her again as I exit the bathroom.

Her steps follow me into the bedroom, and she stays silent while I pull a T-shirt over my head.

After locating my jeans on the floor, I drop the towel and shove my foot through the pant leg.

“You’re still hard.”

Don’t I know it?

“Your point?”

“Why won’t you let me make you feel good?”

Sighing, I zip up my pants and then meet her worried eyes.

A part of me wants to reassure her and tell her everything is fine, like I always do when she gets in one of these moods. But I just don’t have it in me right now, confused by my stormy emotions. Nothing is clear-cut.

Pausing, I let my eyes drift down her naked, wet body.

Her perfect curves would drive any man crazy, so why could I take it or leave it? Why am I not on my knees, worshiping her pink cunt and making her moan my name?

Why do I feel this inexplicable pull toward my stepbrother’s room?

It’s all fucked up.

My secret fixation on him shouldn’t bleed into my reality.

She turns away from me, and the relief I feel is immense.

Blowing out a breath, I drag a hand down my face, then snatch my phone off the dresser.

My brows furrow as I read over a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: My dick begs for more when I think of you on your knees, and your mouth stuffed with my cum.

Heart in my throat, I type out a reply.

Me: Who’s this?

His response is immediate.

Unknown: Your worst nightmare.

Mia walks past me in a cloud of perfume and hurt feelings, her shoulder brushing my chest. “Are you coming or not?”

I look up from the screen, only to be met by her arched brow. My cock twitches inside its denim confines as the phone burns my hand. I pocket it, then hold the door open for her. “After you.”

Mia talks to Allie and my stepmom, Rachel, while I spend the entire breakfast staring at my phone. Despite how much I hope another message will pop up on the screen, nothing else comes through.

I want to—no, I need to find out who hid behind that mask.

A small hand lands on my bulge beneath the table, and I frown at Mia, who ignores me while smiling at my stepmom. She swiftly frees my dick and pumps the hard length.

What the hell has gotten into her today? This is Mia, the good girl, the girl who never steps out of line or takes risks, like jerking her boyfriend in front of his parents.

I’m two seconds away from removing her hand, when my eyes clash with Cole’s across the table.

He glances down as though he knows exactly what’s going on, and I struggle to decipher the flash of emotion that darkens his eyes. It’s stormy, toxic, and unlike anything I’ve seen on his face before.

Precum leaks from my dick as he holds me captive with his blue eyes that burn with enough intensity to curl my toes.

Beside me, Mia throws her head back and laughs at something my stepmom says.

Her small hand works my cock until I can barely fucking breathe, fighting the inevitable. One more push, and I’ll topple.

The way Cole watches me makes my mouth go dry.

My breath picks up, and my knuckles turn white against the edge of the table.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Cole leans over and whispers in Allie’s ear before straightening back up and smirking like a damn villain.

“I need to talk to you,” Allie says to Mia, who pauses with her hand on my dick.

What the hell? I could cry.

“Now?” Mia asks as Allie stands up.

“It’s important.”

I almost snatch her hand back. Almost tell her to finish me off before she leaves.

My balls throb, and it’s all thanks to the asshole across the table, whose smirk remains in place as he picks up his phone. He types out a quick text, and then his eyes are back on me, a dark, deadly abyss I could drown in.

His mom asks him questions while I tuck my aching dick away. Blue balls are the last thing I need.

He leaves, taking his hard glares and heady scent with him, and I pick up my phone and swipe the screen.

No new messages.

My heart sinks, and I tap my thumb against the side as thoughts of my masked mystery man crowd my head.

I need a repeat of that night.

I need it like my next breath.

My phone pings, and I pick it up so fast that my stepmom throws me a startled gaze as she pours orange juice into her glass. My dad, who’s spent the last half an hour reading the newspaper, folds it up.

Unknown: Jerk that fat cock for me and send me a video.

“Are you okay, Blaise? You look flushed.”

Torn from my thoughts, I open my mouth to respond, when another message pops up on the screen.

My eyes home in on it like a missile.

Unknown: Now.

My fingers fly across the screen, and then, after hitting send, I scoot my chair back, offering Dad and my stepmom a smile.

Me: Not until you reveal your identity.

I’ve never fled a room so fast before without making it look like I’m running.

Unknown: You want to see me?

Locking myself in the downstairs bathroom, I plop down on the toilet seat as an attachment pops up on the screen. I click on it at record speed, then gulp at the photo of a veiny dick.

I honestly never thought I’d be into other guys’ dicks, but mine jerks a little as I lick my lips.

Unknown: Like what you see? Stroke your cock for me. Make it leak with precum.

“Fuck,” I whisper, unzipping my jeans with trembling hands and squeezing my hard length.

I’m so aroused it won’t take much at all.

I record a short video, then hit send before I can change my mind.

His response tingles my balls.

Unknown: Do you want to know what went through my mind while I pounded your tight throat?

Chest heaving, I reply to his text while a bead of sweat trails down my temple.

Me: Tell me.

The sound of slapping skin and my labored breaths fill the tense silence as I wait for his reply.

Unknown: Beg me.

“Fucking cock tease,” I mutter.

Me: Please tell me what you were thinking as you fucked my throat.

More precum seeps from my dick, so I swipe it up with my thumb, then lick it off while imagining his taste on my lips.

Unknown: I was thinking how fucking pathetic you were, gagging on my dick and clawing at my thighs as though I’d let you breathe if you hurt me. Spoiler: I wouldn’t. You’d die suffocating on my fat cock first.

Pleasure bursts behind my eyelids, but I manage to hold off from climaxing too soon, like a pubescent boy, greedily awaiting his next message.

Unknown: Is that what you want, Blaise? To be fucked to within an inch of your life and left ruined and covered in cum?

When I fail to respond, another message pops up.

Unknown: Answer me.

“Insufferable prick,” I mutter.

Me: Yes, I want you to ruin me with your dick.

His immediate response has my throbbing dick twitching in my grip.

Unknown: Careful of what you wish for.

Unknown: Now film yourself coming all over your hand, then send it to me.

Hands trembling, I press record, stifling a moan while jacking my dick with renewed effort. I’m a savage beast, tapping into desires I never knew existed.

Well, I had an inkling, but I never realized the ferocity behind the desire currently flooding my veins like a powerful, intoxicating drug.

Sex with my girlfriend pales in comparison to this.

Sex never had meaning until now.

Cum erupts from my dick, raining over my hand, and I choke on my saliva as I shudder through the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.