“They want a show. They want something they’ve never seen before. Something kinky and fun and raw and sexual and hot as fuck.”
His eyes found my face again, waiting while I filled in the blanks.
“They want to see you suck me off.”
I paused, studying his reaction. If I found even an ounce of disgust on his face, I was ending this now. But his pupils dilated, and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as his gaze fell to my crotch. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. How do you feel about that?”
“It sounds…” He tipped his head to the side, his focus still on my straining erection. His battered lips parted a fraction.
The noise behind me grew, and I raised a hand, silencing the crowd.
“Go on. It sounds…?”
“Dirty.”
I chuckled. “It’s very dirty, but are you on board?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“Will you return the favor when I’m done?”
And if there was a minuscule part of me that had thought this wasn’t a good idea, it vanished as a ripple of pleasure coated my skin and throbbed in my pants. I shivered and took Denver’s chin. “As long as you won’t regret this tomorrow, I’ll do anything you want. Are you gonna regret this?”
“Nope.” He popped the p. “It’s wild and crazy and spontaneous, just like you.” Then his gaze fell to my cock again. “Let’s do it.”
“Do you need another shot?”
He shook his head. “I’m buzzing pretty hard right now. Don’t need more.”
“I know. Buzzing too much? Are you with me still?”
“I’m with you.”
“All right.”
I stood. Everyone in the room had stopped and gathered around.
“Dude, is he your brother, for real?”
“Yup.”
“Whoa. Carry on.” The guy bit his fist and adjusted the hard-on in his pants.
When I was about to unzip, Denver snagged my waist, tugging me closer. I let him undo my pants and shove them over my ass. His focus was all on my package. Eager hazel eyes lifted to find me again. They asked a silent Are you ready? and I nodded.
Again, in some faraway, distant part of my brain, I wondered how disturbing it was that this simple act of pleasure didn’t bother me more. Denver was my brother, and he was taking my leaking cock out of my underwear, a look of hunger glowing in his eyes.
When he peered up from under his lashes and flicked his tongue against my crown, I almost lost it right then and there.
“Jesus,” I gritted, holding my shirt up so I didn’t miss a thing. “That’s fucking intense as hell.”
Denver swirled his tongue around once and grinned facetiously. It was at that point I knew this little adventure was going to be the most amazing experience of my life. Another flick, another languid lick around my head. I was trembling and dripping. He gathered the precum on the tip of his tongue with a smile and hummed as he took it into his mouth, rolling it around and tasting me.
“Suck him,” someone called out from behind us.
“Maybe he needs encouraging,” someone else said.
On that suggestion, I fisted Denver’s hair and tipped his head back. “Open your mouth, you tease, before I blow all over your face.”
He obliged, and I traced his lips once before dipping inside, little by little, one small thrust at a time until I couldn’t take it. Denver closed his lips around me and sucked me down.
I cried out, securing my grip on his hair as I shuddered and fought the orgasm that sat right at the surface. “Fucking incredible,” I ground out between clenched teeth.
I didn’t know if it was the coke, the Goldschläger, or the fact that it was my brother on his knees with my dick in his mouth, but I’d never been more turned on in my life.
The audience seemed to like the show, and Denver proved in less than a minute that he had skills I knew nothing about. If I’d had any inhibitions about what I was doing, they vanished. I thrust faster, choking him more than once when I went too deep. He braced his hands on my thighs and took it.
I was close. My body was alight with pleasure and roaring for that explosive drug-fueled finale. It was going to be massive, and I knew it.
I pulled out at the last second and jerked myself hard until I showered Denver’s face with my cum. He tipped his head back and opened his mouth, taking any drops that landed inside with hunger and excitement that made my orgasm pulse that much harder and hold on even longer.
When it finally ebbed, I traced a finger through the mess on his face with a grin. “God, you look good covered in my cum.”
“Lick it off,” someone with a deep rumbly voice behind me said.
So I dropped to my knees and took my time, tracing my tongue over all the lines of cum dripping down his face. Denver watched me, his hand jerking himself, the flare of heat behind his eyes unmistakable.
When I licked a particular spot near his mouth, he turned his head and caught my tongue with his. A roar went through the crowd behind me. Some people clapped, others groaned with pleasure, and Denver and I gave them the show they wanted.
I’d asked him if he would regret this in the morning, and he’d said no. Would I? Was this too far? It felt raw and euphoric. It made it impossible for my dick to soften. Even though I’d just come, I wanted more.
Denver took my face between his hands and kissed me. It was brutal and sloppy and wet. My spunk on his lips, the hint of cinnamon. It was the hottest thing I’d ever done in my life.
When we came apart, he looked at me with the same mischief in his eyes I’d seen earlier. “My turn,” he said.
And I wasn’t sure who was more excited about the idea. Him or me.
Chapter Four
Denver
The car ride home was silent. The air between us rippled with apprehension and too many questions. At some point after the fun in the basement, Harley had guided me upstairs. We’d had several more shots by that point, and my world had been fuzzy along the edges, wavering in and out of focus.
I’d woken up after dawn in a stranger’s bed on the second floor, Harley sleeping beside me. Hungover, my mouth pasty and dry, head throbbing, and ass aching from the abuse it had taken from the blond stranger I’d picked up, I knew it was time to leave.
It wasn’t until I’d reached over to shake Harley awake that it had all come back to me. Like a massive burst of thunder, the images and activities crashed to the front of my brain. The whole evening. Every vivid detail. I’d stalled, stuck in that moment of incomprehension. Harley had woken with a groan and blinked up at me before scanning the room.
“Can you drive?” he’d asked, his voice raw and crackly.
I’d agreed with a nod, which was how we’d wound up in the car, driving home from a wild night of partying and debauchery at some country house in the middle of nowhere, both of us feeling the repercussions of our drunken choices from the night before. At least I was. I didn’t know for sure what Harley was feeling.
I couldn’t figure out what to say, so I remained silent. Thoughts whipped and stirred and spun around my brain. Instinctively, I wanted to make this weirdness between us better. I didn’t want Harley mad about something I was probably supposed to have stopped the previous night. It was in my nature to fix things when they got off track, but I didn’t know how to fix stupid, and we’d both been more than a little stupid.