STEPBROTHER’S DIRTY SECRET III

Chapter 3: Steamy Morning

Elias woke up slowly, his body heavy and warm under the sheets. A soft, involuntary sound slipped from his throat before he was even fully awake.

“Mmmh…”

It took him a second to realize the sound had come from him.

Then he felt… something. His eyes widened. A hot, wet tongue was dragging slowly over his hole.

“Ungh—!”

He was on his stomach, face half-buried in the pillow, and someone was between his spread legs, licking him open with slow, deliberate strokes. For one disoriented second, Elias’s brain couldn’t catch up. Then the memories from last night crashed into him all at once.

Damien. The rough fucking. The way he’d been pinned down on this same bed. The way Damien had filled him up and made him keep it inside. He must have passed out at some point afterward, because the last thing he remembered was lying there trembling with cum leaking out of him.

And now…

Now Damien was eating his ass like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Elias’s cock was already hard, trapped against the sheets and throbbing. Every slow, filthy lick sent sparks shooting up his spine. He tried to stay quiet, but another moan slipped out before he could stop it.

“Ahh… fuck… Damien—?”

Damien didn’t answer with words. He just groaned against Elias’s hole and pushed his tongue deeper, licking inside him with wet, obscene sounds. One of his big hands was gripping Elias’s ass cheek, spreading him open while he feasted.

Elias’s face burned. His hips twitched helplessly.

*He’s insane. He has to be a psychopath. Who the fuck wakes someone up by doing this?*

But fuck, it felt good. Too good. The wet heat of Damien’s tongue, the way he was licking him like he was starving, had Elias’s cock leaking steadily onto the sheets.

“Mmmh… ahh—! That’s… that’s soo gooood…” he whimpered, voice still rough with sleep. His fingers curled into the pillow. “Damien… fuck… your tongue… unngh…!”

Damien kept going, slow and thorough, like he had all the time in the world. He licked broad, wet stripes over Elias’s hole before pushing his tongue back inside, fucking him with it in shallow thrusts. Every movement made Elias’s cock throb harder.

Elias couldn’t stop the sounds pouring out of him.

“Ahh…! Mmmh—! It feels… it feels so good… fuck!”

His hips started moving on their own, grinding down against the mattress, then pushing back against Damien’s mouth. Shame burned hot in his chest, but the pleasure was stronger. He could feel himself getting closer embarrassingly fast.

*This is so fucked up. He’s my stepbrother. He blackmailed me. He fucked me raw yesterday. And now he’s eating my ass like it’s breakfast.*

Damien’s tongue pressed deeper, and Elias let out a broken, high-pitched moan.

“Ahh! Mmmh! I’m… I’m gonna cum…! Fuck! Damien, I’m gonna… unngh—!”

His orgasm hit him hard. Elias came with a wrecked moan, his cock pulsing against the sheets as he spilled all over them. His hole clenched around Damien’s tongue with every spurt. The pleasure was so intense his vision blurred for a second.

He was still twitching when Damien finally pulled back.

A warm, wet kiss was pressed to the small of his back.

“Good morning,” Damien said, voice calm and casual, like he hadn’t just made Elias cum all over the sheets with his tongue.

Elias let out a shaky breath, face still buried in the pillow. His voice came out hoarse.

“You’re… you’re actually insane.”

Damien chuckled, low and amused, and pressed another kiss to his spine before sitting up.

Elias felt the bed shift, then strong arms slid under him. Before he could protest, Damien lifted him up like he weighed nothing and carried him out of the bedroom. Elias’s legs felt weak, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around Damien’s neck to steady himself.

“Put me down,” he muttered, even though part of him didn’t actually want to be put down.

Damien ignored him.

He carried Elias straight into the bathroom and set him down gently on the edge of the sink. Elias watched in a daze as Damien grabbed his toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste onto it, and held it out to him like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Brush your teeth.”

Elias stared at him. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.” Damien’s tone left no room for argument. “Open.”

Elias opened his mouth, still half in disbelief, and let Damien brush his teeth for him. It felt strangely intimate. Humiliating. And weirdly… domestic.

After rinsing, Damien turned on the shower and stripped off his own clothes without any shame. Elias tried not to stare at his body, but it was difficult. Damien was perfectly sculpted.

He pulled Elias into the shower with him.

The warm water felt good on his sore body. Damien washed him thoroughly, hands gliding over every inch of skin with slow strokes. He paid special attention to between Elias’s legs, cleaning him gently but thoroughly. Elias’s face stayed red the entire time.

When they stepped out, Damien grabbed a towel and dried him off before wrapping it around his waist. Then he disappeared into his own room for a moment and came back holding one of his black t-shirts.

“Wear this.”

Elias blinked. “That’s yours.”

“I know.”

“I have my own clothes,” Elias said, frowning. “I have to go to school today. I can’t just…”

“You’re wearing mine.” Damien’s voice was calm but firm. “Put it on.”

Elias hesitated, then pulled the shirt over his head. It was way too big on him. The hem reached mid-thigh, and the sleeves were long. It smelled like Damien’s cologne.

“This is ridiculous,” Elias muttered, tugging at the fabric. “Everyone at school is going to notice I’m wearing someone else’s clothes.”

Damien stepped closer and cupped Elias’s face with one hand, thumb brushing over his bottom lip.

“Good. I want them to know who you belong to.”

Elias’s stomach flipped. He stared up at Damien, equal parts annoyed and something he didn’t want to name.

“You’re an overprotective psycho,” he said flatly.

Damien’s mouth curved into a slow smirk. “And you’re wearing my shirt anyway.”

Elias didn’t have a comeback for that.

Damien led him downstairs into the kitchen. Elias sat on one of the stools at the island while Damien moved around like he owned the place, which, technically, he did right now. He made toast, eggs, and coffee with surprising ease. When everything was ready, he didn’t hand Elias a plate. Instead, he stood in front of him and fed him directly.

Elias felt ridiculous, but he opened his mouth anyway when Damien held a piece of toast to his lips. Damien’s eyes stayed on his mouth the entire time.

After a few bites, Damien’s thumb brushed a small smear of butter from the corner of Elias’s lips. Without thinking, Elias darted his tongue out and licked it off Damien’s thumb.

The air in the kitchen changed instantly.

Damien’s eyes darkened.

Elias froze, realizing what he’d just done. His tongue was still touching Damien’s thumb. The heat in Damien’s gaze made his stomach twist with nervous anticipation.

Damien slowly pulled his thumb back, then brought it to his own mouth and licked the same spot Elias’s tongue had touched.

Neither of them spoke.

Damien set the plate down on the counter. Then he stepped between Elias’s legs, gripped his thighs, and lifted him onto the kitchen island like he weighed nothing. The oversized t-shirt rode up, exposing Elias’s bare skin underneath.

Damien’s hands slid up Elias’s thighs, pushing the shirt higher.

Elias’s breath caught.

Damien leaned in close, voice low and rough against his ear. “Stay right there.”

He gripped Elias’s waist and lifted him off the island, turning him around so his front was pressed against the cool kitchen counter. The oversized black t-shirt rode up, exposing his bare ass. Before Elias could even catch his breath, Damien kicked his legs apart and stepped in close behind him.

Elias’s heart was pounding.

“Damien…” he breathed, voice already shaky.

Damien didn’t answer with words. He leaned over Elias’s back, one hand sliding up under the shirt to grab his chest while the other gripped his hip hard. Elias felt the thick, hard line of Damien’s cock pressing against his ass through his sweatpants.

Then Damien’s mouth was on his neck.

He bit down.

“Ahh…!” Elias gasped, the sharp sting making his cock twitch. Damien didn’t let go right away. He sucked hard on the spot, biting and licking until Elias knew there would be a dark hickey left behind.

“Fuck… that hurts,” Elias moaned, voice trembling.

Damien’s answer was another bite, this one lower on the side of his neck. The pain mixed with heat in a way that made Elias’s head spin.

“You’re mine,” Damien growled against his skin. “Everyone’s going to see who you belong to.”

He yanked his own sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It was already hard and leaking. He rubbed the thick head against Elias’s hole, smearing precum over it.

Elias pushed back instinctively, desperate for more.

Damien didn’t tease him for long. He pushed in slowly at first, the thick head stretching Elias open. The burn was intense, but after yesterday, his body took it easier. Still, the stretch made Elias moan loudly.

“Ahh…! Mmmh…! Fuck… you’re so big…”

Damien kept pushing until he was buried to the hilt. Elias’s mouth fell open in a broken sound.

“Unngh…! It’s… it’s all the way in…”

Damien didn’t give him time to adjust.

He pulled back and thrust in hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the kitchen immediately. Elias’s soft ass rippled with every brutal impact. The oversized t-shirt bunched up around his waist as Damien fucked him deep and rough against the counter.

“Ahh…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! Damien…!” Elias moaned, voice high and shaky. “It’s… it’s so deep… unngh…!”

Damien leaned over him again, biting the back of his shoulder hard enough to make Elias cry out. Another hickey bloomed under his mouth as he sucked and bit at the same time.

“You feel so fucking good,” Damien growled against his skin. “This tight little hole was made for my cock.”

He fucked him harder, the counter digging into Elias’s hips with every thrust. Elias could only hold on, moaning helplessly as Damien used him.

“Ahh…! Mmmh…! It feels… it feels so good… fuck…! Harder… please… unngh…!”

Damien gave him exactly what he asked for. His hips snapped forward in deep, punishing strokes that made Elias’s legs shake. Every time Damien bottomed out, a broken moan tore from Elias’s throat.

Damien bit him again, this time on the curve of his neck, sucking hard until Elias knew there would be another dark mark. The pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure until Elias couldn’t think straight.

“Damien… ahh…! I’m… I’m gonna cum…! Mmmh…! Fuck…! I can’t… unngh…!”

Damien reached around and wrapped a hand around Elias’s leaking cock, stroking him roughly in time with his thrusts. That was all it took.

Elias came hard with a wrecked moan, his cock pulsing in Damien’s fist as he spilled across the kitchen floor. His hole clenched tightly around Damien’s cock with every spurt.

“Ahh…! Mmmh…! I’m cumming…! Fuck…! Unngh…!”

Damien didn’t stop. He fucked Elias straight through his orgasm, pounding into his spasming hole. His thrusts grew rougher, more erratic.

“Take it,” Damien snarled, biting down on Elias’s shoulder again. “Take every drop.”

He buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural groan. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded Elias’s insides, pulse after pulse. Elias whimpered at the feeling of being filled so completely.

Damien stayed buried inside him for a long moment, grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed where it belonged. His teeth were still pressed against Elias’s skin, another fresh hickey forming under his mouth.

When he finally pulled out, cum immediately began dripping down Elias’s thighs.

Damien turned him around gently and kissed him, slow and deep, while his hand stroked soothingly over the fresh marks on Elias’s neck and shoulder.

Elias was still trembling, breathing hard, the oversized t-shirt hanging off one shoulder.

Damien rested his forehead against Elias’s and spoke quietly.

“Get ready for school.”