5. Five

Five

Cole

K issing him was insanity, it was soul-destroying in the most ass handing way. How had I not done this all these years?

I'd never kissed another man before tonight, never touched one in a sexual manner at all. I'd had threesomes with my twin brother, but they were strictly with a woman and hard boundaries between us. About dominance rather than anything else. I enjoyed it, but it was nothing compared to having Avery beneath me, begging for more.

This, this was fucking incredible. I'd been waiting so long. And now I had him spread out, writhing and whining as I touched him just right. If he knew the identity of who he was throwing it back for…

My face paint smeared with every lick and kiss. He might find out. And never look at me again. I pushed that painful thought away and focused, driving my finger in and out of his gorgeous hole while he moaned and thrusted, meeting my movements with his own, unashamed.

"More," he begged. "Give me more."

I obliged, spitting on his skin again before working another finger into him. I wanted it to hurt a little, to punish for resisting me for so long. He wasn't a virgin here, that was obvious from all the conversations I'd overheard, the laughter about his conquests, the teasing between friends when he came home the next morning. He could take it.

I laughed in my head, it was me with no experience in this room. Cocks and balls in my face, my mouth, all new to me. But his, I wanted his. All of him. Every inch. I wanted to suck his toes, lick his armpits, nibble at those damned plush lips until he gasped and begged for relief.

Tonight would have to be enough. He didn't want me. Not the Cole he knew. The one he despised on sight, and refused to shift his opinion of.

When he took two fingers and pleaded for more, I stroked down his spine, leaning over his body to lay kisses on his shoulder blades, and pushed in a third. He shivered and groaned, shoving back on me.

"Oh my god," he cried out. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Zelda's going to get a good fucking show…"

I snorted a laugh, thinking of her expression if I didn't reach the footage first. I doubted anyone was watching live though. They'd be in by now to stop this. But I was mindful of needing to delete it all before Zelda, or my dad, saw anything. This side of Avery belonged to me only.

I'd been following my bastard father into sex clubs from as soon as I'd grown old enough to, and he fast stopped trying to prevent it, and now he had his own. We existed as father and son in a way most wouldn't approve of, and I knew he didn't like that side of himself anymore. He was changing for his youngest son, but it was too late for his adult twins. He'd fucked us up good and proper already.

"Three enough? Want to go for four or shall I fuck you now?" I asked, returning my attention to the beautiful man writhing for me.

"Cock, please," Avery gasped, slamming his hips back so my entire body jolted with each thrust. Jesus christ, I couldn't wait to feel him around my cock, hot and squeezing.

But first, I grabbed him by his hair, turning his face to the side and moving so my dick rested against his lips. "Get me wet."

His eyes were ablaze, looking up at me as he slid his plush lips over the head of my cock. I had to take a deep breath to prevent coming on the spot at the sight I'd always craved. Fat blow job lips, wet and warm, sucking me deeper than I expected .

"Woah," I soothed, holding him off me, not wanting him to choke on it yet. "Easy, beautiful. Take your time."

"We don't have much time," he said, words muffled as he kept me on his tongue.

That's right, an hour in this room was what I'd paid for. The chase, and an hour. We must be at least halfway through now, if not more.

"Get me wet," I repeated, anxious to push inside him before the clock ran down. This time, I let him work that thick spit from the back of his throat over me, let him drool and slobber until my cock dripped with saliva.

When I got close to coming, my balls and stomach squeezing, I yanked myself away and grinned when he chased with his needy mouth. He looked fucked already, wanton and overused. Perfect, so perfect. Everything about him. Fuck. This man. How had this man burrowed so deep under my skin? With his messy curls and big eyes, those lips, the way he helped raise my baby brother… before then even, from the first moment I saw him, glaring at me at Zelda's drunken side when I sidled up to antagonize her.

Avery. Angel.

"On your back, I want to look at you," I told him, while tugging my hoodie up to throw my face into further shadow. The skull paint had no doubt smeared, it was all over his chin and his cheeks. If he recognized me, he would hate me for good.

No redemption.

He moved without protest, landing on his back and holding his knees up by his shoulders right away, spreading himself wide for me. His wet, pink asshole glimmered for me, and I allowed myself a leisurely lick of his rim before looming over him again.

He was breathing shallow, staring at me so hard. But he didn't touch me again. He gripped the back of his knees, his mouth open, tongue peeking out, cock throbbing and leaking all over his abs and chest. He curled up, ass in the air, a present for me.

All I wanted was for him to be mine.

Willing and open.

I dribbled more spit on his hole and rested my cock there, marveling at the view for a few short seconds, taking a mental snap shot to jerk off over for life.

"Please, skull man, get inside me. I can't take it anymore," Avery breathed. "I want you to make it hurt."

So I breached him, the spit working fine as lube. It wasn't a slick slide to balls deep, but we got there, inch by moaning inch, as his body yielded to mine with each steady thrust .

When my hips touched his ass, we both released a long breath. I was inside Avery, his warm body wrapped around my cock. Holy shit.

"You're so amazing, beautiful angel," I told him, stroking the soft hair on his thighs, running my fingers along the shaft of his aching cock. It flushed a deep red, visible even in this low light. I decided then I needed him to come in my mouth, that I had to feel his cock throb and explode for me.

When I didn't move, lost in the vision of it, he did.

"No," I said, stiffening my grip so he couldn't adjust. But he cried out and fought me, trying to writhe, to fuck himself on my cock.

" Please ," he gasped, a blush of red crawling up his chest, his pulse pounding at his throat. He was so needy, so special.

"Hold it," I told him. "Please, be good for me. Be so good for me, don't disappoint me, my angel. I know you can do it. Stay still."

With a whimper, he did as I asked, scrunching his eyes up and bracing himself, not moving at all. A sight to behold. Avery, laid out before me, impaled on my cock. His ass stretched tight around my shaft, his cock so hard it pointed to the ceiling.

"Good job," I told him, unable to resist leaning closer to kiss inside his knees, one, then the next, while he sighed.

When I moved, thrusting my hips back, then forward, it set off a loud moan from him, almost a shout.

Things grew blurry then. We became a mess of sweaty limbs, grunting and huffing as I fucked him hard, slamming my hips into him over and over, marveling at the expression on his face. Zaps of fire shot through my body, racing up my spine and down to my fucking fingertips.

He was smaller than me, something I enjoyed very much when I was annoying him in politer company. So I grasped for him, hoisting him up, before plopping down to sit on the couch with him straddling me.

He gasped again as his ass sunk lower onto me, and his full weight settled on my thighs. "Ride me, beautiful."

"God, this is wild," he said as he wrapped his arms around my neck and ground his dancer's hips on top of me. He leaned down so our chests pressed together, and his warm breath fanned my neck.

I let my fingers roam again, needing to touch all of him before we both came and he was ripped away from me. This was all I would ever have.

So I ran my hands through his hair, down his neck and his back, around to his hips where I helped lift him up and down, forcing him to slam down hard on my lap. I wanted him here forever, not just fucking me, but curled up to sleep, fucking snuggling and waking up to the birds tweeting on our non-existent window sill. I wanted this fucker to burrow into me. Wanted him to want to.

I returned to his hair and forced his head back, licking a long line up his neck, his jaw, nibbled his ear lobe.

"I'm not going to last much longer," he moaned when I pinched his nipple.

"Can you come hands free?" I asked, marveling once again at the wonder that was this man.

He shook his head. "I need to—"

"Then you can hold it," I interrupted. "I'm not done."

"Time," he replied, his word no more than a breath as he groaned deeply and changed his rhythm, slowing down, rocking on me rather than slamming. His head lolled forward when I let his hair go.

Shit, we didn't have long. I wanted to taste his cum, wanted him to paint my tongue and my throat, so I knew. So I was acquainted with every part of him.

"I've got you," I told him, twisting us again so he lay beneath me, his ass hanging off the couch. I plunged back into him, rearing above him to bite and kiss and suck each inch of him reachable. My mouth found his armpit, his arms thrown above his head, and I tasted him there, the flavor of his sweat making me damn near feral. When he cried out and shook, I moved, biting a line down to his nipples, pressing my teeth in until his skin began to strain under the pressure, almost pop.

"Ah-ungh," was all he managed to say, but he didn't stop me. He let me fuck him and eat him, graze my sharp teeth across his sensitive flesh. I gnawed at his shoulders, tugged on his earlobes and ravaged his neck, biting and sucking bruises wherever my mouth fell. He was mine. Mine mine mine. He had to be. This couldn't be all.

I fell down, my knees on the cold floor, and wrapped my fist around his cock, squeezing the base so he wouldn't shoot everywhere while I found my end inside of him, yanking him down further so he was fully impaled on me.

"Oh, my god…" he whined, so desperate and aching. I gazed down at his abused body. His balls were so tight against the root of his cock, so eager to explode, as I no doubt hit somewhere deep inside him to make him almost black out. He looked done for. I squeezed his cock to stave off his orgasm for a second longer.

"Look at me," I demanded, and when he did without hesitation, I crested, shooting my load inside him, over and over again, rope after rope flooded his ass as my entire body clenched and relaxed at once, flinching and heating and blacking out and whitening the edges of my vision as all my fucking dreams came true .

Amazing.

Avery's eyes on me, with reverence, not hatred. Why did he hate me?

With the last ebbs of my orgasm still squeezing the pit of my stomach, I withdrew from him, plugging his ass with two of my fingers before any of my cum leaked out. I leaned down and took his desperate cock in my mouth, jerking him with my other hand up to meet my lips. The urge to bite, to cause him shivers of pain, was strong, but I didn't.

I was clumsy at this, I knew that. His was the first cock I'd had in my mouth, but he didn't care. Didn't know.

Watching Avery through my eyelashes as he came apart was the most wonderful thing I'd ever seen. He twitched and heaved and yelled out as his cum splashed on my tongue. I swallowed each bitter load with greed, a mini-orgasm making my eyes flutter just at the sight, the taste.

I didn't want to let him go, and kept sucking, licking, even when his cock began to soften against my tongue. No. It couldn't be over now. Not now. He was mine, for fuck's sake.

My head fell to his thigh, his warm, pliable cock resting on my tongue. His hand stroked the fabric of my hoodie and he squeezed his ass around my fingers. Saying nothing about my behavior .

This was my official happy place. Fuck anything else.

But with a sigh, it was obvious my time was up. I had to get out of here before he realized who'd just rocked his world. Who'd just ruined his own. One taste of Avery would never be enough. Could never be.

Still suckling his cock, I withdrew my fingers and reached up, running my cum-covered fingertips along his lips. He sucked them in, moaning and licking up my fluid.

Like a slap to the face, the outside world came rushing back. Our music had stopped, and I heard the spooky maze soundtrack again. Everything seemed small, stupid. Halloween decorations hung from every corner, haphazard and half-hearted. I had a fucking plastic spider stuck to my arm. Avery was tangled with fake webbing.

I withdrew. Kissed his knee and stood. Without looking back at him, I left the room where I'd made the biggest mistake of my life.

He said something just before the door slammed shut, but I didn't let the words enter my mind. This had to be locked the fuck away.

How the fuck could I look at him again now that I'd learned what he tasted like?

Deleting the footage was easy. As I suspected, Zelda and dad were nowhere to be found, probably fucking somewhere in the maze themselves.

The CCTV on these back rooms was on a 24-hour loop, so it would be gone soon anyway, but I wanted to save Avery the trouble. He'd figure something had happened if he came up here, that it was mysteriously gone, but he wouldn't guess why.

I deleted the footage from their system, but not before uploading it to my phone. It was dark, hard to make out grainy fucking, but if it was all I'd ever have of him. I'd take it.

This would have to be my little secret.

Once I had it, I headed to my dad's office to use his bathroom. I was a mess, sloppy and disheveled, my movements too loose, like I was punch drunk and sleep deprived all at once. I didn't like it. The memories, the cause of it all, would haunt me now.

I scrunched my nose up at the pack of baby wipes I found on his desk, but swiped them, heading into the small ensuite through a tucked away door. I used them, wiping off as much of the skull make up as I could. The black and white muddied together on the wipes, turning a messy gray with streaks of Avery's body glitter shining through, and it took dozens to get everything off my skin, from my eyebrows and around my ears. Taking the contacts out hurt, my eyes dry and sore from the cheap things I'd picked up from a party store on the way here.

Watching my features come back into focus in the dark mirror above the sink was strange, confronting. And leaving the piles of blackened face wipes on dad's desk felt like leaving the secret behind.

I wasn't him anymore, the skull-faced man who'd fucked Avery. I was myself, Cole, his most hated.

With a black hole where my heart should be, I left the office to sneak out the back. There was nothing for me here now I was myself again.