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Story: Shaped By Darkness
“Out of steam already?” Pike sasses. I growl in response, annoyed that he even has the ability to talk right now.
I can fix that, though.
Reaching around, I grip his cock with rough fingers as I continue pounding into him. For all his talk, I can feel the wayhe’s trembling underneath me, the fucking puddle of pre-cum that drips from him like a faucet, and I know that’s all it was, talk.
He shudders with each pump of my hips as my hand mimics my thrusts. He curses under his breath, close to the edge.
And I have just the thing to push us both over.
Leaning over him, I let my lips ghost against the back of his ear. “I love the way you moan for me, the way you sound, and the control you give me.” He pants at my words, enjoying the praise, but my next words make him snarl, my beast doing the same.
“I can’t wait to hear you and Serena moan a beautiful chorus for me. To watch you fuck her, for me to watch you both together. Gods, the way she falls apart…” I’m panting into his ear, unable to put the feeling into words, but I don’t need to.
I know he gets the picture when he curses, spilling his load on the wet dock as I continue to thrust into him. Giving him one last pump, I release him, bringing my hand up to my lips, still at his ear so that there’s no mistaking what I’m doing.
“Fuck, Storm,” Pike whines, his voice husky and thick as he listens to me lick my fingers clean of his cum.
I know it drives him wild. In this…relationship, Pike is the one who needs to be controlled, and I’m happy to give him that. He needed somewhere safe to let loose, and I was happy to be that place. Who doesn’t like their dick being sucked?
In the last few years, the balance has shifted a little and while I still do most of the fucking; I enjoy sucking his cock, his reactions, the way he loses his fucking mind…sometimes it’s better than his lips around my cock.
Sometimes, not always.
The only thing he might enjoy more than me eating his cum is the thought of fucking Serena.
I can’t blame him for that.
My mind paints me a pretty picture of Serena below Pike, him fucking into her as I fuck him, our eyes meeting over his shoulder, and I fucking lose it.
My orgasm hits me hard enough that I almost collapse on Pike’s back before I catch myself, but only just barely.
I want that, want them so damn bad it feels like a physical ache in my chest.
Wait…
No, there really is an ache there. The bond throbs like a bruise, and I know I need to fix this.
I can’t let something get in the way of the woman I love or my relationship with my brother, with any of my brothers.
With shaking arms, I push myself up, my now limp cock slipping free from Pike. I pause for a second to watch my cum leak down his balls, making a mess.
Nothing about most people is appealing to me, but with Pike…every-fucking-thing is.
I think that’s why I hated him so much when we were kids, or pretended to.
Pulling my eyes away, I move back to the edge of the dock and jump in. A second later, the water ripples near me, and I open my eyes to find Pike in the water as well.
I guess this was as good a place as any for sex—nice, easy clean up after. Not that we couldn’t have done it with magic, but still.
We stay under for a few, fucking around and having fun, and when we finally break the surface, I feel lighter despite the fact that I’m dripping wet.
Pulling myself up on the dock for the second time tonight, Pike follows me, once again sitting at my side. This time, instead of simply setting my hand on his, I reach for him, tangling our fingers together and setting them on my leg. We sit shoulder to shoulder, our thighs pressed together, fingers intertwined, and I feel like I should hate this, but I don’t, not even a little bit.
Pike moves, then freezes, hesitating for a moment before he lets his head fall to the side, resting on my shoulder. It’s almost funny because we’re damn near the same height, but somehow he made this work. With a chuckle, I rest my cheek on his head and hear his sigh. I know this isn’t the reaction he expected.
I need to work on not being an ass to the people I care about.
“I need to fix this,” I say aloud, repeating the same thing Pike said when he walked in here. The same thing I’ve known for a while now, but have been too afraid to actually handle.
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