Page 20 of Circus From Hell

“You don’t want me like that, Micha. Help me get home so I can sort it myself.”

“You think that’s the truth?” I ask, leaning close. “You think I’ve never fucked my fist to the thought of you? The thought of taking your little ass?”

His mouth parts like he wants to reply, but I don’t let him, pressing my lips to his, and he immediately groans. I press harder, letting years of pent-up feelings and emotions spill out through a moan, the taste of him better than I ever could have imagined. The back of his head presses against the wall as I take control of the kiss, forcing his lips open with my tongue, making him take what I want now that our bodies have opened for each other.

“I’m in charge, Pipsqueak. Got it? You’re turned on over someone else. I’m not going to make this easy for you.”

“I can’t help it.” He gasps when I flick open the button and slip my hands into his trousers, finding his hard cock and releasing it from its confinements. “She… God, Micha.”

“She what?” I rub my hand over the base, counting each ridge of his piercings. He has a full Jacob’s ladder. I’ve seen him naked before; I knew he had these, but to be able to feel them after all this time gives me a rush of excitement. “Tell me, Arlo.”

“She touched my cock. And I’ve thought about her doing that before.”

I pause, looking down at him, and he groans in frustration. “You have?”

He bites his lip, nodding. “When I saw her on the circus posters, I was obsessed.”

“You want her to touch you? That monster?”

“No! Yes? Maybe. Crap, Micha, I don’t know, okay? Pump my cock already. I need to come.”

I laugh under my breath at his desperation. I didn’t realise he was so naughty, so messed up. His cock is hard over that circus girl, and I had no idea he fancied her.

“Little beg, aren’t you?” I move my hand up and down, watching as his face contorts with pleasure. “You must like pain to get all these piercings.”

“I fucking love pain,” he whimpers, grabbing my shirt and rocking his hips, desperate for release.

My mind goes blank. I should have known—he has endless piercings and tattoos. Maybe he can handle more than I expected. Maybe I’ve been pushing him away for the wrong reasons.

Hearing him say that out loud makes me force back a groan of my own.

We can test his confession.

I squeeze his cock, and his fingers dig into my chest, eyes narrowing on mine in challenge. I use my other hand to enclose his throat, pressing tightly and cutting off his airway. He lets me, eyes fluttering shut like he’s in heaven. Arousal shoots south at the sight. He’s so beautiful under the overhead streetlight, nestled into the corners of an alleyway like a dirty secret.

“That’s it, take it,” I whisper, pumping his cock in a tight fist. His lips part, and I know he’s close, desperation making his hips twitch. “Atta boy. Just like that. You’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you? I bet you’re thinking about her.”

His eyes snap open, and I know damn well he is.

“You want her long tongue around your cock? I bet she could do some wild tricks with that thing. And I bet you wanna find out, don’t you?” He nods, the action barely noticeable with my hand around his throat. His flushed skin is paling. He’s reaching his limit.

I pump my hand faster.

“Come for me, Pipsqueak. And think about me now, your big brother, getting you off in an alleyway like a dirty toy.”

I release his neck. He inhales like he’s dying. Long ropes of cum shoot from the tip of his cock. His gasps meld with groans as he overcomes the orgasmic high, and his cum lands on my thigh.

“Fuuuck,” he groans, tilting his head away from me as he comes down.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I laugh, running my hand through his tight curls. “Lick it up.”

If he’s opposed to the idea of cleaning himself off my leg, he doesn’t show it, leaning forward with his pierced tongue out for me to see.

“Good boy,” I taunt. My smirk grows when I see him pause, like he’s about to defy me. He hates how I have him in my grip now that his orgasm is over. But then he follows my command without complaint, licking his cum off my jeans. “It seems you can be trained.”

“Shut up.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Shit, I can’t believe we did that.”

I stand and drag him up by his hand. “What? Make you come in the back of an alleyway?”