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Chapter 2

Cole's POV

It takes ten minutes to form teams. Blaise chooses Allie, so I choose Mia. I smirk at his evil glare when she comes to stand beside me and smiles up at me.

She’s pretty. I’m tempted to actually fuck her and record it, just to piss him off.

We get our masks and black hoodies, pulling the hoods up to hide our hair, and everyone makes their way to the back of the house. Samson lives in the middle of nowhere with woodland surrounding us – easy to get lost, but also easy to hide a body if needed.

I might kill my stepbrother tonight.

No one speaks a word as the only person who isn’t playing stands in front of us. “The runners get a two-minute head start. Remember the rules. Go!”

They scatter, some already tripping over their feet, others shooting off and out of sight.

Hopefully, I don’t catch Allie. She’ll probably try to make me fuck her into the dirt like some rape fantasy where she begs me to stop. She loves that.

But I can’t be bothered with her over-exaggerated moans and clawing at my back when I’m barely inside her. I’m starting to think I don’t love her the way I thought I did. The way my therapist insisted I admit to. My feelings are blank when it comes to my relationship.

I forced myself to think I felt that way about her. Mom wanted me to get a girlfriend, and I was trying to please her and prove I’m not a total waste of space after we ran from my father, so I found the best-looking chick at school and told her she was mine.

“One,” Samson yells, jumping on his toes as I adjust my mask. “Two.”

“I’m hunting down Anabelle and tearing through her cunt,” Keith says, his voice muffled by his mask. “She’s been giving me the eyes all night.”

“The rules, dipshit.” Someone laughs, shaking their head at our friend. “Nothing about fucking them.”

He chuckles. “Watch me.”

“Three. Go!”

Everyone splits up, and I set off toward the woods, my fists clenched and ready to beat the shit out of someone. Especially Blaise for being a wanker earlier. I’ll pound his ass into the ground, and he won’t even know it was me.

Mom can’t give me shit about it this time.

It’s dark, so I can barely see once I get deep within the trees. But when I hear screams, it gives me a push to keep running, to catch some sorry fucker and take my anger out on them.

Anticipation ignites within me when I see someone running up ahead. I quicken my steps and begin the chase, enjoying the way my heart races and the adrenaline injects into my veins. They glance over their shoulder, noticing me, the moon shining through the canopy leading me toward them.

They’re running so damn fast; I nearly lose them a few times while dodging branches and jumping over fallen trees.

The person stumbles, and I take the opportunity to tackle them to the ground, pinning them face down into the dirt. My body is alive as they thrash beneath me. More alive than it ever has been.

Trying to free themselves by pushing against the dirt, I grab the back of their head over the hood and shove them down. My weight on their back keeps them in place, and I close my eyes, trying to relax the urges.

My heart beats so fucking hard. But that’s not the only thing.

The need to hurt this person is there, but it tamps down as I realize my cock is straining in my pants.

Confused, I stare down at where my bulge glows under the moonlight as it presses into the person’s ass.

I’m rock solid, stabbing into the person beneath me, who isn’t even fighting back anymore or attempting to get away. They’re trying to control their erratic lungs and digging their fingers into the dirt.

It’s definitely not Allie. She’d be screaming and slapping and demanding I get the fuck off her until she realizes it’s me and rips off her own clothes.

Who am I kidding? She’d do that with anyone. I’ve lost count of how many times she’s gone elsewhere for a fuck. I’ve beaten guys for simply thinking of disrespecting me, but that’s the only reason. I don’t feel hurt or anger when she fucks around behind my back.

This person is tall like me, has a big build, and I think I might be digging my cock into a guy’s ass. Regardless of this knowledge, I hold their nape, keeping them in place as my urge to win takes over, and I rock my hips forward.

Depravity courses through my bloodstream as I feel myself getting even harder.

“Get the fuck off me,” the strained, muffled voice warns.

Despite everything within me, telling me to get off this guy and beat him up so he never finds out who just dry thrusted against his ass, my balls tighten, and I force him farther into the dirt by the neck.

“St-op,” they whisper, but there’s no fucking fight left in them.

I straighten my arms, shoving down the person’s hood at the back, pausing when I see short dark hair. Reality hits me that I might actually be hard for a guy right now, but I still don’t get off them.

Fuck. My pulse thunders in my ears at the softness of their hair as I slide my hand up their nape and brush my fingers through the wavy strands.

And my cock twitches even more, my lungs burn with the need for pleasure – I haven’t felt this way in months. Something inside me snaps. I stand up, roughly yanking the person to their knees by their hair. They don’t move as I stare down at the black mask.

Whoever this is, they’re submitting. How far will they let me go?

Reaching for the chin of the mask, they don’t stop me as I slide it up, and I hesitate, my heart fucking thundering and cock pulsing as I stare down at my stepbrother.

I swallow past a sudden lump in my throat, my eyes zoned into his lips, his fucking mouth.

His heavy breaths – how audible they are.

Why am I getting harder?

The green eyes I need to stare at every day are locked onto my mask, reminding me that I’ll never be as good as him. I’ll never be the family good boy or excel in college. I’m the reject, the black sheep who is nothing but a disappointment like my father, and it’s all because of this prick.

I grit my teeth as I snatch his jaw, reaching for my belt and unbuckling it quickly, unable to think straight. “Open,” I say, doing everything I can to hide my voice. “Open your fucking mouth.”

Blaise’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t refuse or tell me to fuck off. He doesn’t tell me he has a girlfriend or that he’s not interested. He doesn’t realize his eyes are dropping to his stepbrother’s cock.

I fist my thick length, precum already leaking from the tip as I rim his soft lips that are begging to wrap around me. I can tell by the look in his eyes. Terrified yet needy.

Blaise is nervous – the breaths falling from his lips aren’t from running.

He doesn’t even know whose dick is in his face. I wonder how his dad would react if he saw his angelic son sucking his stepson’s dick? I don’t even have my phone on me to record this moment.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, I tug his head back, rubbing the underside of my cock against his mouth and letting a deep groan leave my strained throat. I should be ashamed of this – I have a girlfriend. And this is Blaise’s mouth I’m rubbing my cock against.

“Tongue out,” I say, low and demanding.

I tighten my grip on his hair as the heat of his tongue slides against the underside of my cock. As much as this is a way to punish him, I’m dying to slide my cock into his mouth, to feel how good he is at sucking.

I’ve never had a guy suck my cock before. Fuck, I’ve never done anything with a guy before. Why is this even happening? Why is my body reacting this way? Why do I want to pin him down and force him to take every inch into his throat?

His hands fly up to push at my thighs as I thrust into his mouth, finally giving me some resistance. And damn, it feels so good. He’s trying to shove me away, even as he’s wrapping his lips around my cock, making my balls tighten and tingle.

I hold the back of his head, keeping my balance as I pull him toward me, forcing him to take another inch.

There are voices around us. Someone’s screaming for someone to stop. I think it might be Blaise’s girlfriend. Maybe she’s being choked the fuck out, the same way I’m choking her boyfriend out with my dick.

I force my way deeper, feeling his throat contracting around me. His eyes are watering, and I want to take a picture so I can show him. I could use it as blackmail the next time he tries to use my mom against me, the conniving little bastard.

Rage consumes me, thinking of all the times he’s made me look like the bad guy to our parents, and I grab both sides of his head and roughly fuck his mouth, reveling in the sound of him gagging and gasping around my thickness.

Is it bad that Allie doesn’t make me feel this way? This fucking feral while getting a blowjob? I’m like an animal as I completely ruin him until his hands slide from my thighs, giving up as I control his head.

I don’t think he’s breathing, but his eyes stay glued to my mask. I guess he’s still somehow alive as I repeatedly slam into his mouth.

Another scream from behind, too far away to see what I’m doing to Blaise, so I go faster, harder, feeling the swollen crown bruising the back of his throat until I’m seeing stars.

My head falls back, elongating my neck as I grit out a moan.

The muscles in my thighs bunch as I try to stay at this fast pace, faltering as he whimpers and chokes around my cock. I clench my jaw, groaning as the tightness around my balls gets too much.

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

I swear through my mask as I still, robbing him of air as I keep my cock buried deep. My cum leaks down his throat in spurts until my vision blurs, and I nearly lose my balance.

He drinks every drop, his wet eyes on my mask as I stay in position, my fingers digging into his skull until I pull out of his mouth and shove him back.

Blaise doesn’t get a second to catch up on reality before I drive my fist into his face, knocking him out.

Stepping away, I stuff my cock back into my pants, breathless, my chest heaving as I try to figure out what the fuck I’ve just done. Blaise is unconscious in the dirt with my cum coating his throat, and I don’t regret it.

I’ve never been interested in a guy. Not that I’m interested in this asshole – I just wanted to ruin him and my cock got in the way.

Blaise’s pants are completely tented. It seems my stepbrother liked sucking dick. I can see the wet patch through the material from the moon’s glow cracking through the tree canopy.

I chuckle deeply to myself, shaking my head as I turn and leave him in the middle of the woods, officially done with this fucking game.

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