Feuds and reckless fury, p.12
Feuds and Reckless Fury, page 12
“Canyon,” I cry out as his tongue teases my flesh below my ear. “We have to stop this.”
“We do?”
I run my fingers through his hair, lifting my hips, aching to feel his cock grinding against me. He sucks on my neck, gifting me with more hickeys I’ll have to answer for later. A mewl escapes me the second I feel his fingers on my stomach where my shirt has ridden up.
All resolve to push him away and stop the kissing and touching fades. Fiery need chases away logic and reasoning, leaving me a burning pile of want.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs near my ear. “So fucking good.”
His large palm slides up beneath my shirt, fingertips drifting over one of my nipples before reaching my collarbone. He touches the silver chain around my neck, tugging at it as if to test its strength.
“Don’t break it.” I grip his hair, pulling his head back so I can see his eyes. “Please.”
He nods, his dark brows knitting together. “I won’t.”
His lips descend back on mine as he toys with the necklace. I quickly lose myself to the teasing of his teeth and tongue.
I’ve been kissed lots of times, but never like this.
Like I matter.
Like I’m more than a means to get off.
Like maybe I have answers to the mysteries of the universe.
It’s addictive and mesmerizing to be worshipped by someone’s mouth. As though your taste is a drug for them, and each whimper is sustenance they greedily need to devour. He ravishes my mouth like he may never get a chance to kiss anyone on this earth ever again. The intensity with which he owns my mouth with his leaves me breathless and lightheaded.
The voices that can be heard nearby are like knives stabbing into the balloon of bliss that dragged Canyon and me into our own little cloud. He rolls off my body and rises to his feet, straightening his clothes. I start to stand up, but a wave of dizziness has me staggering. Canyon’s strong grip digs into my shoulders as he steadies me on my feet. Just as I plant my ass on a stool, the door creaks open, revealing Dad.
“Hey, guys. We’ll probably get the grill started in an hour or so. Any special requests for sides? I can make my famous red potato salad.” Dad grins at us, but then his smile falters. “You okay? You look pale.”
I wave him off, nodding. “Yeah, fine.”
“He fell and bumped his head,” Canyon tattles. “Blacked out for a second there.”
Dad’s features morph into a worried expression. I’m reminded of those first days I came to live with him. When he’d study me all the time with the same pinched look on his face.
“I’m fine,” I assure him. “Just catching my breath.”
Dad glances between us and then lets out a resigned huff. “Okay. I’ll stop hovering. But, Canyon, keep an eye on him in case he starts acting weird.”
“Too late for that,” Canyon jokes, his voice flat from the forced joke.
Dad chuckles, unaware. “Get along, boys. You’ll be brothers soon.”
With that, he exits the studio. His words ring in my ears as bile crawls up my throat. The room spins around me. I’m about to face plant when Canyon steps between my parted thighs, his large hands seizing my hips to keep me from toppling over.
“Hear that?” he taunts, though lacking his usual venom. “We’re going to be brothers. That means you have to get along with me.”
“This is so fucked up.” I close my eyes and swallow. “Seriously.”
“Yeah, well, that’s life. Get over it, Wonderland.”
His bitter tone has me circling back to his pissy attitude when he first showed up. I lean forward, inhaling his masculine scent, and rest my cheek on his chest.
“What happened?” I ask, my eyes fluttering closed. “You lost your shit.”
He tenses, his grip biting into my hips. “Nothing.”
“I’m not an idiot. Something happened.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I don’t care. Spill it.”
Canyon pulls away from me, glowering and teeth grinding together. “It’s my mom.”
“She okay?”
“She…I think she’s lying to me about her job.”
His words sink in, and I see the heartache written all over his face. The track meet was important to him—more important than showing me up for his stupid revenge shit. He wanted her to root for him and be proud of him.
“I’m sorry.”
He clenches his teeth, his jaw muscle ticking, and looks away. “I tried to talk to her about it, but she just got angry.”
I watch him as he visibly hardens himself to whatever it is he’s feeling inside. His tough, mean boy act is nothing but a shield he uses to protect his vulnerable heart. I want to press him and demand answers.
Instead, I stand up, feeling much steadier. “Want to watch a movie before dinner?”
Blue eyes dart at me, relief evident at not having to continue this heavy discussion. “We could watch—”
“No,” I blurt out. “We’re not watching your creepy cartoon porn.”
“Mubōna Ikari.” His lips lift on one side in amusement. “And it’s not cartoon porn.”
“Still not watching it.”
“I bet I could convince you to watch it…” he trails off, his gaze dropping to my crotch. “Would be a pretty quick argument. All over in about three seconds.”
Smug asshole.
“Go fuck yourself, Canny.”
“As long as you watch, Wonderland.”
His wink shouldn’t make my dick hard, but goddammit, it does.
“Again, go fuck yourself, bro.”
Canyon
Holy shit.
I kissed Alis Sommers.
And I liked it. Hell, I loved it. I’m still reeling over that fact, too.
I’ve never been so starved for a kiss. One taste and I wanted to eat him alive, spending every available second tasting and sucking and nipping on his lips and tongue.
His taste was everything.
I’m already craving my next hit.
I follow him out of his studio, my eyes falling to his ass. He’s wearing a dark pair of skinny jeans that, based on all the holes in them, look as though he found them in the trash can. The black tank top he wears shows off his muscled biceps and sculpted shoulders. He’s no football player like me, but he keeps his body in excellent shape. I fixate on the gorgeous ass that looks downright bitable in his jeans.
He pushes through a doorway and into what appears to be his bedroom. My gaze sweeps over the space, noticing immediately how immaculate it is. Not an article of clothing on the floor. Bed is perfectly made. Nothing sits on top of the dresser or end table aside from a lamp.
It’s so bare.
“Where’s all your shit?” I ask, waving an arm to gesture at the room.
He crosses his arms over his chest, a frown marring his face that’s slightly red from my stubble. My dick twitches at the reminder of having him pinned beneath me.
“What shit?”
“Your stuff. You know…the things that belong to you.”
“My clothes are in the dresser and closet.” He cocks his head to the side, his brown eyes searching mine. “I don’t have any other things.”
I glance around again, wondering why he likes it so empty and plain. “It doesn’t feel like your room.”
My comment clearly agitates him because he scowls and throws his pissy attitude at me. “Not everyone lives in a dump like you.”
“Take the bitchiness down a notch. Or ten.” I smirk at him. “I’m just saying it looks like you’re a guest, ready to move out with nothing to take with you except a suitcase full of horrible clothes that belong in the dumpster.”
“Says the guy who has cartoon costumes in his closet.”
I shrug, not at all embarrassed. “Does this look like the guy who’s hiding a secret anime cosplay love? Have you seen my Instagram?”
“Unfortunately.” He curls his lip up. “How are you even cool if everyone knows this about you?”
“Well,” I tease, a grin tugging at my lips, “as you already know, I’m super-hot.”
He scoffs. “Says who?”
“Those moans you were making when I kissed you says otherwise.”
“You’re such a dick.”
Ignoring him, I continue, “Besides being super-hot, I’m charming and hella smart and can whip ass in any sport.”
“And if your head gets any bigger, man, we’re going to have to take this outside. Give you some space to gloat.”
I shake my head, prowling toward him. “Why don’t you have stuff in your room, Wonderland? It’s fucking weird.”
He tilts his chin up, glaring at me. “Does it matter?”
“To me it does.”
Why?
Why does Alis get under my skin the way he does?
Why do I want to inhale his scent and lick the saltiness from his neck?
Why do I want to fuck him?
“It’s none of your business,” he grits out, his dark eyes flaring with annoyance.
With a hard push, I send him falling back on his pristine bed. He gasps when I prowl over him, eager to capture him in my grasp once again. I expect a harder fight, but all opposition fades as he submits to me.
I dip my lips to his, but in a surprise move, he rolls us. He straddles me, a triumphant grin on his handsome face. Lifting a brow, I smirk at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Forgetting the rules.” His mouth finds my neck and he nips at my skin. “You’re not my stepbrother…yet.”
I groan when he licks me. He starts shifting down the bed, kissing me over my T-shirt, roaming a path toward my tented shorts. Limitless brown eyes bore into me, burning with the fires of hell, as he runs his tongue over my dick that’s trying to rip through the material. His hand rubs along my base and then caresses my balls.
Fuck.
My eyes roll back as I sink into the pleasure he offers. His mouth on my dick feels unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. He’s so confident and sure of what feels good, teasing me like it’s his goddamn job.
“Alis,” I croak, running my fingers through his hair. “Stop fucking with me.”
His grin is wicked and evil. Bastard. He sits up on his knees, ripping away his tank. I drop my gaze to the bulge in his jeans. With a chuckle, he unbuttons the top and unzips it, revealing pink fucking briefs.
And then he leaves me hanging, wishing like fuck he’d show me his dick.
He shoves my shirt up my chest and then trails kisses down my abs to my navel. His hot breath tickles me and I squirm.
“I fucking love your abs, Canyon. They’re perfect.”
My chest tightens at his praise. “I love your ass. Show me your cock and I’ll add that to the list too.”
“You don’t get to look at it unless you’re planning to put it in your mouth.”
Fucker.
I haven’t sucked a dick before, but I’m pretty sure I’d be better than him at it just like I’m better at everything than him.
His wild, determined gaze has my heart stuttering in my chest. He scrapes his fingertips down over my abs, hooking his fingers into my shorts. Almost painfully slow, he drags them down, exposing the trimmed hair around the base of my cock that’s pulsating with veins, thrumming with the need to come.
“Alis.” My voice sounds ragged and needy to my own ears. “Please.”
He rewards me with a teasing lick along my cock and then pulls away to finish divesting me of my shorts and boxers. My dick twitches eagerly, a bead of pre-cum like a drop of morning dew sitting on the tip. This time when he licks, he greedily swipes away the evidence of my arousal, his eyes boring so deep inside me I can feel him in all my nerve endings.
When I’d taken that picture of his lips on my dick in the locker room, I had a plan. I wanted leverage. But now? Now I can’t think of anything else besides him sucking my dick like he’s so fucking hungry for it.
I let out a string of curse words as his hot, wet mouth slides down my length. All too soon the crown pokes at the back of his throat. Rather than pulling back, he does the unthinkable—flares his nostrils as he relaxes his throat, taking me all the way until he reaches my base with his lips.
The pleasure is so intense, my balls seize up like I might come within seconds. As though he can sense my loss of control, he pulls back up, leaving a wet trail of saliva on my dick.
Holy shit he’s good at this.
Fire once again flares in his mahogany eyes, promising something sinister. He sucks on his finger sloppily, turning me the fuck on, before pulling it out with a loud pop. His pink parted lips are shiny and swollen. I want to suck on his bottom lip like he did my cock. To own him with my mouth.
“Do you trust me?” The evil glint in his gaze screams at me to do anything but that.
“Yeah, Wonderland. Do your worst.”
His mouth finds my dick again and he hums in pleasure, electrifying all my nerve endings. A finger prods at my asshole, causing my entire body to tense up.
“What the fuck are you—ahhh!”
Electric need pulsates inside me as he pushes his slick finger past the tight ring of muscle. My dick softens slightly as I gasp for air, trying to adjust to whatever the fuck Alis thinks he’s doing to me. Tears sting at my eyes, but then a delicious burst of ecstasy ripples from inside me.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” I mutter, my dick turning back to stone.
“Feels good, huh?” He laps at the tip of my cock. “I could make you come with just my finger.”
Smug bastard.
He believes it too.
Pressing into that wonderful spot inside me, he reveals a manic grin that sets my soul ablaze. I go from questioning his abilities, to knowing without a shadow of a doubt, he could. Thankfully, he puts me out of my misery by swallowing my dick down his tight throat once more. With the combined efforts of his expert mouth and probing finger, I come with a sharp cry of shock. The pleasure seems to explode from inside me, heightening all my sensations at once. I’m mesmerized by how he gulps down my cum like he’s thirsty for it.
In the past year, the few blowjobs I got from my girlfriend didn’t end in swallowing, that’s for damn sure.
All I can do is stare up at him in wonder.
My Wonderland.
The boy who’s supposed to be my enemy but just doesn’t manage to stay on his side of the line. I dig deep for the anger from earlier. Nothing bitter surfaces. Only pleasure and relief and hope for more.
“I blew your mind when I blew you,” he says with a victorious grin.
I’m glued to how fucking hot he is in such an understated way. His bleached hair with the dark brown roots hangs in his eyes and sticks out on one side. I have the urge to run my fingers through it to smooth it down. Brown eyes study me with an intensity that has me desperate to return the favor.
Reaching up, I grab hold of his neck, urging him up my body. Our lips crash together in a salty kiss. He groans when I roll us, settling beside him. I nip at his bottom lip as I push my hand into his briefs to grab hold of his dick. It’s thick and hot in my hand. I’ve never held another guy’s cock, but I like it. At least with another male, I know what feels good. With women, you have to guess and discover through trial and error.
“Canyon,” he mewls. “Lube me up.”
Bossy while at my mercy.
I like it.
Assuming he has lube in his bedside table, I pull away from him to open the drawer. By the time I retrieve it and settle back beside him, he’s shoved his briefs and jeans partway down his thighs. I admire his masculine body and dark hair, but gasp when I take in the state of his cock. On the tip, it’s pierced with a silver ring with a metal bead on it.
“You’re fucking pierced?”
“I heard it feels good,” he says with a devilish grin, “on your prostate.”
“Heard?” I pour a healthy amount of lube into my palm and then wrap it around his dick, loving the hitch in his breath. “From your lovers? Or have you ever actually fucked a guy with it?”
“I haven’t fucked anyone with it.”
For some reason, this pleases me more than I’d like to admit. Not that I’m sitting around waiting to take it up the ass or anything, just that I like the idea of there being something he hasn’t done with it and it could belong to me if I pushed.
I lazily tease up and down his length, watching him with narrowed eyes. He bites down on his plump bottom lip, thrusting his hips up to meet my strokes with fervor.
“Feel good?” I dip down to taste his peaked nipple. “It’s going to feel really good when I’m inside you, Wonderland, fucking you like I own you.”
He whimpers, his whole body tensing up. Cum shoots up his chest, splattering near his nipple. Curious, I swipe my tongue over it. Salty. Bitter. But something about it coming from the pleasure I gave him makes me want to lick off every bit. His chest heaves as I do just that, cleaning his body like we’re two animals in the wild. I avoid his actual dick because it’s covered in lube, but I’m curious to put it in my mouth.
Soon.
That and so much more.
Alis is my enemy turned into obsession. I want to consume him just as much as I want him to consume me. He’s an addiction I’ve only just gotten a taste of, but I know it’ll be the end of me.
“Are we going to talk about what happened?” he asks, his voice breathless.
“About how fucking good at this we are?”
His cheeks turn pink, which is oddly endearing. “No, I mean, maybe we can discuss that later. I want to know why you were so upset earlier.”
All euphoric feelings dry up, leaving me brittle and raw.
“Do we have to?”
“Yeah, man, we do.”
Alister
Canyon slides off the bed, turning his back to me. As much as I want to admire how his toned ass and muscular back inspires me to run my half-naked ass to my studio to sculpt it, I sit up on my elbows instead to look at my lubed, still semi-hard dick.
What the fuck did I just do?
I let Canyon jack me off, and I gave him a blowjob. With the damn door open, for fuck’s sake. Our house is big, and sound doesn’t carry, so I’m not overly worried about our dads knowing what we did, but still, it was reckless.
