I tried to take a step back, but again, he held me tightly against him.
“Come on, Jules. Let’s play,” he damn near begged as he looked into my eyes.
I bit my lower lip, reached up and took his face in my hands. A slight tremble went through Knox; I felt it at the tip of my fingers and it made me realize that my touch affected him almost as much as his affected me.
With a nod, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, as he gently ran a hand down my back. I felt the leather of the belt in his hand as he looped his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and began to push them down.
Chapter 7
I grunted as the wide leather lashed against my bare ass. I was leaned over the couch, my hands firmly gripping the top as Knox laid the belt across my flesh again. Each time he lashed me, he would follow it immediately with a gentle caress.
After care in the middle of foreplay, and in a way, it was making me feel cheated.
I wanted the full sting of the belt. I wanted to be punished for trying to forget about him by using others to do so and I wanted him to make me repent for that sin.
No one should have ever tried to take the place of my brother—in my heart or in my bed.
“Harder,” I commanded through grit teeth. Knox chuckled as he slapped my ass with his hand, before lashing me harder than before. In fact, he did so with such force that I heard the sound barrier break before the leather kissed my skin.
“Ugh,” I lost my footing on the last lash and buckled onto the couch. I heard the dull sound of the belt as it was dropped onto the old carpet, then followed by the heavy breathing of my brother as he climbed on, pressing his toned body against mine.
“Did I hurt you, Jules?” he whispered into my ear.
“I deserved it,” I replied as he wrapped his arms around my waist, his hand finding its way down to my erection. I sucked in a breath as he wrapped his hand firmly around my dick. When he began to stroke me, I bit down hard on my lip and leaned back into him. I wanted more than just a belt lashing and a hand job.
I wanted his cock inside of my mouth and my ass.
“I missed this,” he whispered hotly into my ear. I turned my face toward his and when he kissed me, his tongue probing the inside of my mouth with precision, I pulled away from his arms. I lost myself in our hungry kiss for as long as he would allow it before I pulled him down on the couch next to me.
His eyes were wild, carnal, and full with a lust I hadn’t seen since childhood.
Knox didn’t hesitate. He reached down and pulled his jeans off the rest of the way, kicked them off his legs, then reached down and palmed his hard cock. When I positioned myself on my knees in front of him, he gently rested a hand against my forehead as he stroked his length and made me watch.
I had forgotten this part of the game.
He liked to be watched sometimes. He said it always made him perform better if he knew I was enjoying the game as much as he was.
But this wasn’t a game to me anymore and I wasn’t a child. I was a young man with needs and he was withholding the one thing I had been desperate for, for years.
I angrily shoved his hand away from my face and leaned forward, taking the head of his cock into my mouth. He sucked in his breath as he fisted my hair roughly and I glanced up at him for a moment. I hadn’t moved yet—I was too busy savoring the look in his eyes, the salty taste of the pre-cum on the tip of his dick, and the feeling of knowing that he wanted this as much as I did.
“Come on, Jules,” he begged in a thick voice. “No one has ever been able to do this the way you do.”
With a low growl, I began to move my head up and down. My tongue swirled around his girth, my hand trailing closely behind, as I began to suck him off. The moans, the shifting on the couch, the way he pulled on my hair—it all told me that I still had it when it came to my brother and I refused to let him forget it ever again.
Moving my free hand down, I gripped his balls tightly in my hand, giving them a gentle squeeze then a tug, before I let his dick free from my mouth. Knox pushed my face down and I smirked as I took one of his balls into my mouth. I kept a hand firmly wrapped around his dick and I stroked him as I sucked them desperately, but careful not to hurt him.
Not that he would care—Knox was always into some pain with his pleasure, but like I said, we weren’t kids anymore and this was different now.
“You’re gonna make me come, Jules,” Knox breathed as his breathing became labored. I gave his balls one last, hard suck, a popping sound accompanying his breathing like a salacious serenade as I got to my feet and let go of his d
ick.
“What the fuck? Why did you stop?” he barked in confusion.
I smiled, “Because you know what I want now.”
With a laugh, he reached up and pulled me down onto the couch, positioning himself over me. He didn’t enter me right away, instead he used his knees to push my legs open, then began tugging on his dick rapidly. I reached up and pulled his face down toward mine, licking his lips before sliding my tongue into his mouth.