Chapter 14

14

Atlas

Isit back on my heels, hoping Troy doesn’t see the truth on my face, one I’m not overly concerned about, but it’s a new piece of information regardless.

I really fucking enjoy sucking dick.

And like I knew I would be, I’m great at it.

The shit Troy said to me was really turning me on too, which is absolutely not something I’ll ever share with him. Troy telling me I look pretty with his cum on my face made my dick throb even harder, made me want to bust a nut on his face too so I can see what he looks like covered in my load.

“Holy fuck. I can’t believe we did that,” Troy says as if the truth of it just now hit him. He tugs up his pants, tucks in his spent dick, and starts to pace my living room. “You’re my fucking stepbrother.”

“Eh. It is what it is,” I say, plopping down on the couch, pretending I haven’t been thinking the same thing.

Troy’s got this dazed expression on his face, and I assume I do too. While I knew that if I lost, I would do this, he didn’t think I would. That meant I had a little more time to get used to it. Still…I’d sucked Troy’s dick, my cock was throbbing, and that…is a thing that just happened.

Mind. Fucking. Blown.

“I don’t even know how to form thoughts. They’re all just colliding in my brain.”

I chuckle. “Because of how amazing I was?”

“That it happened at all.”

Yeah, Troy is right about that. It’s a mindfuck, and one I don’t want to think about right now. I’d much rather come my brains out instead. Ooh, that’s perfect, actually.

He looks at me, eyes going wide as I’m tugging my sweats down. “Um…what are you doing?”

Distracting myself.“Taking care of my hard-on. Clearly, you’re not going to offer to return the favor.” I lift my ass and push my clothes under it, my dick popping free, leaking on my belly like it did in my sweats, leaving behind a wet spot.

“It wasn’t a favor. It was a bet. One you lost and were supposed to chicken out of.”

I spit in my hand and start stroking my cock, Troy’s eyes latched on to every moment. “I don’t chicken out. Do you mind if I watch some porn while I do this?”

“Jesus Christ, Atlas,” Troy says, but his gaze is still entranced with my dick. The look in his eyes says he’s definitely on board with giving me a helping hand, but I think he’s still trying to wrap his head around this evening.

I quirk a brow at him even though he’s not going to see it since he can’t look away from my dick. “Fine, no porn, but will you at least go grab my lube for me? Top drawer in my nightstand.” This makes his stare finally snap up to meet mine. I give him a smirk and a wink, before I add, “On second thought, come here.”

He seems to hesitate, then walks closer. His pink tongue sneaks out and licks his lip, but I’m not sure he notices.

When he gets close enough, I use my fingers to swipe at the cum still on his stomach and coat my dick, before I start stroking again.

“Holy fuck.”

Because I’m still a little twisted from what we’re doing too, I do what I do best and play it off like it’s no big deal. “Bet you wanna taste it. Bet you’re jealous I got to suck your dick and now you can’t suck mine.”

“Fuck off, Atlas. One minute you’re making me laugh and the next I want to throttle you.”

“You want to swallow my cock is more like it. Watch me stroke. I got to see your load. You should get to see mine too.”

For a brief moment, I think he’s going to grab his shirt and walk out. Disappointment bites into me, but then he sighs and sits on the coffee table in front of me. “Let me.” Troy reaches for me, but I shake my head.

“Nah, just watch.” They are three of the hardest words I’ve ever said, but I don’t really know how to take this moment. I built it up in my head as this thing that wasn’t going to happen, and now it has. The fact that I want it to happen again is…concerning.

“Get to it, then. I don’t have all night.”

I watch him as I jack my cock, my balls already ready to unleash. I don’t give in to the urge to come yet, can’t, just stare at Troy while he’s entranced with my hand working my dick. One thing I’m glad of is that he can’t see what’s in my head…my mind flashing to the cords in his neck when he’d come, what his balls had looked like when they’d drawn up tight, the way his dick twitched when he shot all over his belly and my face.

Fuck, that had been hot.

He’d been hot.

Goddamn him. He’s the last person I’m supposed to want. But then, I’d been pretty fucking obsessed with him for a long time, hadn’t I? Troy has always intrigued me…made me think and do things I wouldn’t with anyone else. This was bound to happen. “Touch it,” I tell him, giving in to my desire.

Like I knew he would, now it’s Troy holding off. “No.”

There’s a determined set to his jaw. As much as Troy wants me right now, he’s not going to give in, he’s going to torture me by telling me no, and it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t opened my big mouth, maybe he would have been on his knees for me right now.

“Bet you’re gonna think about me tonight. How many times are you gonna come thinking about my mouth on your dick? Dirty little Troy wanting his cock sucked by his stepbro.”

“Fuck,” Troy grits out. His fingers twitch on his thighs, wanting to feel me.

I slide my foot over and brush his. “Will you say my name? I bet you will.” I sure as shit want to say his, want to shout it out while I jerk it or while I sink into his mouth. Because the truth is, even though I shouldn’t, I want him again, want to blow him or have him blow me…I don’t much care which way it happens.

“I think you want me too,” Troy answers, and yes, he’s right.

We lock gazes again as I use my left hand to play with my balls, and my right increases its speed on my shaft. “Maybe I should say your name just so you can engrave it into your memory, use it for spank-bank material when I’m not around.”

I see him tremble, see him fighting how much he wants to give in, and the little jerk is going to win.

“You almost done yet? I’m getting bored.”

“You’re hard again, asshole.”

I think about shooting all over his face, about watching him lick my cum from his lips and then sucking the head of my cock into his mouth. Colors flash behind my eyelids as I thrust up into my fist, over and over and over again. The whole time, I’m watching Troy, hear again the breathy sounds that slipped out when I made him come.

A wave of pleasure washes over me, balls tightening, cum shooting out all over my belly and chest in spurt after spurt. “Troy,” I say softly at the end, and his pupils blow wide.

I sag back into the couch, each second that ticks by making the reality of this day sink in.

I blew my stepbrother.

Jerked off for him.

I want him.

Those aren’t the only reasons I’m fucked. I’d told Dixon that Troy would participate in the auction. In no universe was he supposed to get an A…only he had.

“Reality hit you?” Troy asks, gaze locked on the cum on my stomach.

“Not in the way you’re thinking.” I lean over and pick up his shirt, use it to wipe my release.

“What the fuck, Atlas!”

“I needed something, and apparently, you weren’t going to offer your services.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t need all the guys seeing me walk through the house with a giant cum stain on me. God, you’re such a dick.”

“Yes, I know.” I drop my head back. I am a dick, screwing around like this, letting the fate of Troy helping me with a charity auction depend on the results of a bet. Helping people eat is a whole lot more important than this other shit.

Tell him.

“I’m gonna go.” Troy tugs his shirt out of my hands but doesn’t put it on. Interesting. He could leave it here for me to wash.

He makes it all the way to the door before I say, “Wait,” while wishing like hell I could think of a way out of this.

“Why? So you can be a dick again? So we can do…whatever this is again?”

“I mean, it would take me a while to get it up again, but we can try if you want.”

He runs a hand through his hair. “Do you care about anything? Do you take anything seriously?”

He reaches for the door again before another, “Wait,” falls out.

I do care about things. I do take them seriously. That’s part of why I’m doing this—because of how seriously I take Activate Kindness.

My leg starts bouncing, and Troy must be able to tell I’m about to say something important because he comes back to the living room and sits on the chair.

Do it. Just fucking do it. You don’t have a choice.

I do, in fact, have a choice, but considering I really do give a fuck about what happens to people, and I want to help out as much as possible, that takes precedence.

“I’m going to tell you something, but you can’t tell anyone—and I mean fucking no one. Especially Glen and Ellie.”

“Yeah, of course. Are you okay?” he asks, with real concern in his voice. That’s the thing about Troy. He really is a nice guy. My mom would have loved him.

“I volunteer once a week at this place called Activate Kindness…”

I let the words draw out, and Troy gives a chuckle. When he sees my face, it instantly stops. “Oh shit. You’re serious?”

“Fuck off, Troy. You know what? Never mind.”

“Shit. No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just the last thing I expected you to say. Plus, you’re acting like what you have to say is all doom and gloom, and then you’re telling me you volunteer. That’s…really cool.”

I shrug. “I didn’t tell you so I could impress you.” I hate it when people do that, flaunt their good deeds for points. “I told you because your winning this bet sorta fucked with me. I told Dixon, the lead there, that I could get you to do this charity auction where people can bid on you to go on a date with them. I was banking on you not getting an A…I mean, I wanted you to do better, but how in the fuck do you go from an F to an A?”

He sits up taller, clearly pleased with himself.

“Anyway…” I roll my eyes. “Now I’m fucked, and I don’t…” I look away. “I don’t want to let them down. They feed and house people and—”

“I’ll do it,” Troy cuts me off. I meet his eyes, and he adds, “Why do you look so surprised? Of course I’ll help out.”

The thing is, I knew he would. That’s how Troy rolls. I don’t think I would have made the bet if I didn’t believe that, and if that didn’t work out, I would have done it myself.

And now we’re both sitting here in awkward silence because Troy knows I volunteer, and that I want to keep it to myself. He has one of my secrets, and that makes me shift uncomfortably, makes me feel raw and seen by him in a way I never have. I’ve never liked to let people in—even before Mom died, I never liked for people to see the real me, and now I’ve given him that part of myself. I can suck his dick or talk shit to him about him sucking mine, but this moment feels a million times more intimate than that.

“You’re really embarrassed by this.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” I snap. Most people wouldn’t understand or they’d be shocked that someone like me would do something like this. I want to protect it, keep it safe, not have to dissect it with others.

“I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you could share this with me…or that you had to when you didn’t want to. You can trust me, A. This stays between us.”

A breath finally escapes me. We’re both quiet again, and I have no idea what to say, which doesn’t happen often.

It’s Troy who breaks the silence. “I can’t believe you volunteer,” he says playfully. “Atlas has a heart, Atlas has a heart,” he teases, and I can’t help but laugh, feeling lighter.