Page 36 of Chasing After You (Twisted Desires #3)

After arriving at the right door, Dorian tapped the room key against the lock, letting us in. He held the door open for me, nodding at me to enter first.

Looking around, it certainly wasn’t a high-end suite, but I didn’t care. It was cozy and private, and that was all that mattered to me and my dick.

I flopped on my back, the bed bouncing under my weight. Hearing a snicker, I cracked my eyes open and found Dorian rolling his eyes at me from the small entry hall containing the bathroom.

“I know you’re inpatient to be fucked, but let’s take a shower first. It’s been a long day.”

I groaned, maybe a little dramatically, but rolled off the bed and onto my feet.

A shower did sound nice. I stripped, leaving the pile of my dirty clothes on the floor beside the bed.

Dorian was naked, too, by the time I went into the bathroom, and I thirstily drank up the long lines of his body.

He was pale, his tattoos a striking contrast to his skin.

And Jesus Christ , his ass .

It was high and tight, perfectly complementing his lean legs and defined waist.

“See something you like, angel?” His voice drew my attention up from his ass, finding him watching me with an amused look on his face.

My cheeks heated at being caught. I nodded, following him into the shower as he drew back the curtain and stepped under the spray of warm water.

He looked at me curiously, as if trying to determine something. He raised a brow and asked, “Would you like to fuck my ass, Josh?”

I stared at him in surprise, mouth agape, water droplets dripping down my face and body.

Did I want to… do that?

Taking my silence as an answer, he laughed, “I didn’t mean to break your brain with that question.”

I shook out of my stupor and stammered, “But you—you’re the Dom.”

His laughter grew. “A bottom isn’t always a sub, just as a top isn’t always a Dom.

It’s all about who holds control,” he explained, looking at me with a lascivious smirk.

“For instance,” he purred, backing me up against the slick tiled wall of the shower.

“If I were to tie you up on the bed and ride that slutty cock of yours, only caring about my own pleasure, reducing you nothing more than a living dildo…”

My mouth went dry, my chest heaving as he brushed a fingertip down my neck.

“Does that seem submissive to you?”

I shook my head side to side, unable to muster up any words, the only noise slipping out of me a pitiful squeak.

Dorian licked a water droplet from my chest, grazing one of my nipples. I keened, toes curling against the floor.

“I don’t usually bottom, but I think the scenario I just described might be a perfect reward for you in the future. What do you think, sweetheart? Would you like to be my dildo sometime?”

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, squirming, sandwiched between the shower wall and Dorian’s glistening, naked form.

Dorian smiled seductively at me. “Yeah? You better be on your best behavior then.”

I nodded rather aggressively, pulling another happy laugh out of him.

“Come on, let’s get washed up so we can move to the bed.” He lathered the hotel’s citrus-smelling body wash in his hands, spreading it across my chest and down my abdomen once it started to foam.

We took our time washing one another, exploring each other’s slippery bodies. Just before getting out, Dorian had me bend over and brace against the wall as he worked the plug out of me.

“Need to get you clean here, too,” he said, soaping up his fingers to clean me on the inside.

I bit back a moan, trying my hardest to hold still as his digits scraped and rubbed against my walls.

“There we go,” he remarked, giving a light slap to my ass.

“Go wait for me on the bed, face down, ass up.”

“But I’m all wet,” I complained, not wanting to soak the bed sheets.

“Towel off first,” he clarified, eyes soft. “Sorry. Sometimes I forget how perfectly you follow directions. You need me to tell you exactly what to do, step by step.”

I swallowed, unsure what to say to that. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed one of the fluffy white towels and quickly dried off.

Before leaving the bathroom, I turned back to glance at Dorian, who was still standing under the warm spray of the shower. He immediately caught my gaze and smiled.

“I’ll be right there. Look, I’m turning the water off now,” he said as he turned the faucet. “Go wait for me like a good boy.”

At that, I rushed out into the room, hurriedly crawling onto the bed and lowering my face and upper chest to the mattress, arching my back with my ass in the air.

Dorian took his time finishing up in the bathroom, and I began to think he was doing it on purpose. Still, I wanted to be good, so I stayed in position, even though it was a little embarrassing.

I whined as his footsteps left the bathroom and stopped at the foot of the bed, presumably staring at my lewd display.

“Mmm, such a perfect sub for me, brother.” The bed creaked as he climbed onto the mattress behind me, lightly stroking my hips and outer thighs.

“The cage—”

“Not yet.”

My eyes flew open in concern, breath stuttering. “You—you promised!”

A click of a bottle cap, then Dorian’s lubed fingers were pushing into me.

“Be patient,” he demanded, my body heating up at the dominance his voice exuded. I mewled as he took his time fingering me, making me an incoherent mess of need.

“M-more,” I cried, pushing my ass back to take his fingers deeper.

A punishing hand landed on my butt, the slap reverberating throughout the quiet room. The only other sounds were of my moaning, babbling, and the squelching of his fingers drilling into my passage.

“Please, please, please,” I begged, my hands clenching the sheets.

“Are you getting close?” he asked.

“Yes, yeah, c-cage off, please,” I slurred, balls tightening. The orgasm I’d been searching for all day was finally in reach, and the impending relief was causing tears to cascade down my reddened cheeks.

I humped my restrained cock into the soft sheets, needing so badly to feel something besides those cursed metal bars.

My dick ached.

And every second that brought me closer to coming was beautiful.

Rutting back and forth between the mattress and Dorian’s fingers, my pleasure climbed and climbed and climbed, but just before it reached its peak, Dorian pinched and tugged my ball sack, making me howl in pain as my pleasure dissipated.

“ No, no, no, no! ” I yelled, my anger quickly turning into hiccuped sobs.

Dorian stroked my back, uttering soothing words until I had no tears left to cry.

“Fuck… you…” I heaved, feeling more than betrayed.

“I told you I wasn’t unlocking your cage yet,” he placated.

“But—but then—why would—you—”

“Why would I bring you so close just to deny you?” he crooned. I jerkily nodded against the bed. “I wanted to see you lose it.”

“You fucking bast—”

“Shhh,” he hushed me. “I promise it’ll all make sense soon. Raise your hips up so I can take the cage off.”

My hips jolted off the mattress, making him chuckle. His hand ventured under me, finding the tiny lock on the base of the cage and unlocking it. I whimpered as he slid the devilish contraption off, freeing my rapidly hardening dick.

“There. Now beg me to fuck the cum out of you,” he said coolly, gripping my hips to the point where I was sure there’d be bruises in the morning. He slid his hard cock through my crease, rocking back and forth over my puckered hole, teasing me.

I moaned wantonly, overcome with desire, “ Please , Dori. Please ruin my hole. Fuck the cum out of me and then keep fucking me until I’m begging you to stop. Use me, Dori, please .”

“ Holy fuck , you have a dirty mouth,” he groaned, lining himself up with my twitching hole. “Tell me who owns this hole, angel.”

“You!” I shouted, about to cry again.

“Yeah? This slutty hole is all mine?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Please, please, Dori!”

“That’s right. It belongs to me. Every fucking inch of your body.”

And with that, he slammed into me, breaching my hole just as brutally as always—just as I craved.

Long, keening moans were punched out of me with every thrust, his cock filling me up to my deepest parts.

I wasn’t sure exactly how I’d gone from anal virgin to needing my brother to rearrange my guts and break me thoroughly, but I wasn’t sure I really cared.

All I needed was Dori.

Could a person be your kink?

“Dori, wait—i-it feels weird,” I stammered, the feeling in my belly growing stronger and bigger than ever before.

“It’s not weird. Come, Josh. Now!” he shouted, pegging my prostate with his full body weight, making me scream into the sheets.

My vision whited out as the most intense, mind-bending orgasm exploded out of me. My entire body shook with overwhelming pleasure as jet after jet of cum spurted onto the bed. It felt as if my balls were being wrung out.

Heat flooded into my channel, and Dorian collapsed on top of me, his chest on my back.

Neither of us spoke for a long time, but when I did, all I could say was, “fuck.”