Page 23 of Privilege

Chapter Nineteen

Rich

“Fix your face,” Cara says, smacking my chest. “Your brother is getting a snack, not holding us at gunpoint.”

Dane has wandered into the home theatre, no doubt drawn by the smell of the popcorn machine.

“Oh goody,” he says. He flops himself down on the couch and tosses a handful of popcorn in his mouth, grinning at me and holding out the bag. “Want some?”

“I’m fine,” I snap.

“So touchy. You never did learn to share. ”

Cara rolls her eyes and takes a handful. She tosses it into her mouth but misses a few and they fall into her cleavage, where she plucks them out and eats them.

You’re so fucking cute.

She turns to kiss me, short and sweet, and reaches for the remote. Dane pays rapt attention to her exposed lower back when she reaches forward but she doesn’t notice.

“What are we watching?” he asks.

“Cruel Intentions,” Cara says, and all the blood drains out of my face.

Dane arches an eyebrow. “Seriously.”

“What?” she whines. “I love this movie!”

He looks past her to me. “You’re going along with this, brother?”

Not by fucking choice. Jesus Christ, Cara, of all the movies to pick.. .

“I sat through all the Rocky movies,” she says with a dramatic pout. “Didn’t complain once .”

“Any woman who complains about Rocky deserves papercuts for life,” he grumbles. He narrows his eyes at her. “Which one did you like best?”

“Rocky IV,” she says without hesitation. “ Obviously. ”

He nods once and grunts in approval.

I roll my eyes. “Can we just get this over with?”

Apart from Dane’s obnoxious chewing, we all watch in silence. It’s tense at first, but Cara snuggles into me under the blanket with her hand on my thigh, and I feel all three of us relax a little. At least until Reese Witherspoon gets in that fucking pool.

As Ryan Phillipe bares his ass for the camera, Cara starts sliding her hand up my leg. I swallow, dick hardening embarrassingly quick. She’s still staring straight ahead at the movie, but she sucks in a breath as her fingers brush against my balls through my sweatpants.

I swallow, try to focus on the screen, but she inches her fingers upwards, traces the outline of my dick, teases my shaft with soft strokes.

Up and down, up and down. She keeps torturing me until the back of my neck is covered in sweat and my nails are digging into my palms. My hips involuntarily thrust upward into her hand, as if the fabric between us will magically disintegrate.

She takes advantage of the angle and fully wraps her fingers around my cock. The corner of her mouth quirks into a tiny, evil little grin .

I grip the pillow and my thighs tense, chest heaving; my head drops back and I start to grind, desperate for more friction. “Please,” I whisper.

She slips her hand into my pants and caresses my shaft, skin on skin.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan, but then my eyes fly open and my head snaps up as I remember that my fucking brother is right fucking beside us.

To my shock, he’s staring at us and what little blood I have left in my body that isn’t raging in my cock rushes to my face. His lips are parted, eyes riveted to Cara’s hand sliding up and down my dick beneath the blanket. I swallow, and glance down at his crotch. He’s hard.

His gaze travels up my torso, lingers on my chest, and finally he looks me in the eye. His expression is dark, and full of lust.

Oh God. What the fuck. What the fuck… My dick starts to pound, and I’m the hardest I think I’ve ever been in my life.

I start to squirm a little and Cara frowns.

She turns her head and looks at my brother over her shoulder, her blonde head tilted towards the tent in his shorts.

When she faces me again, it’s with the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen as she shoves the blanket down out of the way, followed by my sweats, and frees my dick and balls for the entire goddamn world to see.

My eyeballs pulse from the spike in blood pressure, Cara still working my cock with her palm, her other hand cupping my balls and making me moan again.

My attention is drawn to Dane like a magnet as he drops his head back on the couch and his hand disappears beneath his pants.

What the fuck. What the fuck are we doing! What the fuck is Cara doing?

I open my mouth to say something, to say stop, to yell at the top of my lungs that we’ve all lost our minds, but as I try to speak Cara lowers her head and swallows my cock right to the back of her throat.

“Oh God,” is all I can manage, my fingers twisting into her hair.

“Fuck yeah…” Dane says, his voice low.

At the sound of his voice, and taken completely by surprise, I blow my load like a fucking firehose. I ignore her frantic attempts to swallow as I shove her head harder onto my dick, but she finds her rhythm and starts to swallow, gently pressing her tongue against me while I pulse into her mouth .

When I finally slump into the couch, she sits up and my cock pops out of her mouth. It’s still twitching.

I lean forward and wipe the cum dribbling down her face off her chin with my thumb, and then trace her lips with it, coating them in cum like lipgloss.

“I should have said this sooner,” I say, cupping her the cheeks and pulling her close. “I love you.”

And then I kiss her.