“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.