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“God, you’re such a fucking whore, aren’t you?” he says, and I nod. “So desperate for me to fill you, to feel me inside you. You want it so bad, don’t you, Sebastian?”
“Yes,” I almost snarl.
“What do you say, little brother?” He runs his hands down my quivering spine.
“Please.”
“Good boy.” I shiver at his words of praise.
“You like that don’t you?” he asks. “You like being my good boy.” I nod.
“You want my cock, sweetheart?” I nod again as I hear him slicking up his cock. Relief is so close.
“Tell me who you belong to first, little brother,” he says. “Tell me whose ass this is, whose hole this is.”
“Yours,” I gasp as I feel his cock pressing against my hole. He reaches around me and grips my balls, rolling them in his hand and then tugging, and it takes everything in me not to shove my ass back and force him inside me. He presses kisses to my neck and upper back, teasing my entrance with his cock, just barely inside me.
“That’s right, baby,” he croons. “All mine. Only mine.” I nod and then let out a deep moan when he finally, finally pushes inside, sweet relief filling me.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I cry as he thrusts in and out of me, pounding me into the bathroom door. It bangs and rattles, but we ignore it. His hand grips my shaft and he strokes me in time with his thrusts.
“Such a fucking whore,” he growls as he rails me over and over. “Such a goddamn slut, aren’t you, Sebastian?” I nod.
“So fucking beautiful.” My chest swells at his words as my cock throbs with the need to come. He stops stroking me just as I’m about to ask permission.
“Can you come untouched?” he asks, and I nod. With him fucking me like this and how damn desperate I am, hell yes I can.
“Do it, baby,” he says. “Cover that door in your pretty spunk.” He pulls almost all the way out and then slams back into me, and I cry out, my body shaking as my cock spurts load after load of my release on the door. He growls, and I feel his cum filling me. I sigh in relief and my body shakes with the aftershocks of my orgasm as he slowly pulls out. My legs are shaking and I’m a sweaty mess, covered in his marks. It’s perfect.
I look down and see my spunk dripping onto the floor and then jerk when I feel him swiping up his own release that’s sliding down my legs.
“Turn around,” he says, and I do, my eyes widening as my gaze locks on his cum-covered finger. My nostrils flare as he takes a slow lick and then closes his eyes, humming around the taste. I squirm and he chuckles. I’m fucking salivating for a taste of him.
“You want this, sweetheart?” he asks, and a whimper escapes me as I nod. His eyes flare.
“Ask nice,” he says, brushing his finger along my lips, giving me a tiny taste. My tongue darts out and I lick it up greedily, moaning.
“Please, can I have more?” I beg so softly I think he might not have heard me. But then he moves his finger closer to my lips, and without a word I take the digit into my mouth. He growls as I lick and suck, swallowing down every last drop before popping off, my eyes glazed over and a smile on my face, like he just gave me the sweetest treat, because he did.
“You make me so fucking hard,” he tells me, and I glance down at his partial erection, licking my lips again. He gives me a grin and shakes his head. “Not now, gorgeous. We have a party to get back to.” I pout, but pull up my panties and shorts as Rome stuffs himself back into his pants. I wipe the jizz off the door and the floor as best I can. Then Rome swats my ass one more time before we head back out to the party.
Chapter Ten
ROME
THREE YEARS AGO
“Ooh, let’s get cotton candy!” Sebastian grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd at the local carnival. Now that it’s March it’s warm but not hot, and there’s a slight breeze in the air.
The music is so loud and there are so many people I can barely hear him, but I let him drag me along to the cotton candy stand where we order one giant pink stick and share it as we make our way through the grounds, families and couples bustling past us.
There’s people done up as clowns walking by on stilts, jugglers spaced throughout, and scads of games, including a ring toss, hole in one, can smash, frog launcher, a bean bag toss, a dunking booth, and more. Plus, lots of rides like the giant ferris wheel, the carousel, bumper cars, swings, the tilt-a-whirl, which I aptly renamed as the tilt-and-hurl after being on it and almost vomiting, and so many more that we have yet to discover. And I know I’ll be dragged on every last one.
It’s very lively and upbeat, and I hate it. But Sebastian is having fun and that’s what matters. He had another shitty day at school, being harassed, and I wanted to cheer him up, so here we are.
We stop at the can smash and he bats his eyelashes at me. “Win me a prize, big brother.”
“Why can’t you do it?” I say.
