Puck Me Harder: A Stepbrother Romance [BL]

Damon’s POV

Why the hell didn’t that bastard Miller give me a proper heads-up sooner?

He had waited until the absolute last second, dropping that cryptic, chilling warning about his brother after Micah had already taken a massive gulp from the exact drink I had personally handed to him. If Noah knew his brother turned into a ticking time bomb around liquor, he should have somehow opened his mouth before we left the house.

A sharp spike of guilt hit my chest. I shouldn’t have given him the cup. But as I lay flat on my back on the guest bed, watching the spectacular chaos unfolding directly on top of me, the regret vanished instantly. If I hadn’t handed him that poison, I wouldn’t be experiencing the intoxicating, terrifying reality of Micah’s hands mapping out my body right now.

I still couldn’t fully comprehend the shift that had happened just a few minutes ago. One minute, I was gently laying a dizzy, compliant holy boy down on the mattress to sleep off. The next minute, the bedroom floor completely inverted, and I found myself pinned flat on my back with Micah aggressively straddling my thighs.

His slender, trembling hands were trailing wildly across my bare chest, his fingers digging into my ink as soft, needy winces and desperate moans escaped his parted lips.

Fuck.

My dick swelled instantly, turning rock-hard and straining violently against the restrictive fabric of my shorts. Just a single, uninhibited touch from him was enough to drive me over the edge. I tried my absolute best to ground myself, desperately attempting to ignore the fact that he was planted directly on top of my pulsing dick... riding the rigid ridge of my pants without even consciously realizing what he was doing.

Suddenly, Micah lowered his upper body, his face burying into the crook of my neck. His hot, wet lips pressed firmly against my throat, lazily sucking over my Adam’s apple while his fumbling fingers reached up to tightly fiddle with the shell of my ear.

A dark, possessive confusion warped my mind. How the hell did this innocent, sheltered priest’s son know exactly how to please a man like this? Had that hypocrite Noah secretly taught him behind closed doors? No. I fucking doubted that. Noah would rather die than corrupt his precious saint.

"Ughhhh!"

A heavy, guttural gasp tore out of my throat, my hips involuntarily arching off the mattress when Micah’s mouth suddenly slid down my chest and captured my nipple between his wet lips. This slutty, unhinged boy. How dare he completely break my composure like this?

I wanted to yank his hair back, to force him to stop teasing me before I lost my sanity, but my hands refused to move. His sharp teeth scraped playfully around the sensitive skin, sending a jolt of pure electrical heat straight to my groin. Suddenly, Micah sat up straight on my lap, his chest heaving as his trembling fingers began frantically unbuttoning the colorful silk shirt I had loaned him.

I managed to lift my head slightly, my eyes locking onto his face. His eyes were wide open, staring down at me, but the gaze was completely vacant. He was undeniably checked out of his own mind.

A bitter, toxic thought flashed in my brain.

’Is he looking at me right now? Or is he pretending I’m Noah?’

"Hmmm," Micah moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room as his waist began to fluidly grind against my hard dick.

The friction was agonizingly perfect. I let out a dark, self-deprecating laugh under my breath. Just ten minutes ago, I was standing on the patio condemning Noah and his blonde queen bee for trying to sneak away and fornicate in room four. Now, look at me. The universe had forcefully dragged me right into the exact same group chat.

Micah aggressively yanked the silk shirt off his shoulders, tossing it carelessly onto the floor and completely exposing his pale, slender skin to the dim light.

Seeing his own exposed, pink nipples straining in the cool air, my dick twitched violently beneath his weight. A dark curse slipped past my lips. The raw urge to dominate took over; I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hands around his waist, flip our bodies around in a split second, and pin him flat beneath me so I could ruthlessly take everything he was offering.

But a rare, terrifying wave of hesitation locked my muscles. I was scared. I was genuinely terrified that if I lost control, if I unleashed the full weight of my dark desires, I would end up crossing the line and permanently breaking him.

Micah was entirely too fragile. My hands slowly brushed against the sides of his waist, confirming the truth. Soft. He was incredibly fragile and beautifully soft.

Fuck.

He let out another breathless moan, both of his palms pressing hard against my chest for balance as he continued to slide his hips up and down against my dick. "Mmm..."

I held my breath, waiting for a name to slip through his lips. I expected him to moan Noah’s name. I secretly hoped he would moan mine. But nothing came out. He was completely trapped in a world of pure friction.

A dark revelation settled in my chest. Did he react like this the very first time he snuck a drink from his father’s house? Was this the real reason Noah desperately kept him locked away from the rest of the world? Because the holy, innocent Micah was a secret, unhinged whore when he was drunk?

My whore.

The thought solidified something dark in my soul. My large hands locked onto his hips, my grip tightening as I forcefully began guiding his waist, forcing him into a faster, more brutal rhythm. Micah complied instantly, matching my pace as our cocks rubbed aggressively against each other through the thin layers of our shorts. The sensation was completely wild, yet I loved every single second of it.

I abruptly sat up, my upper body slamming close against his as my hand gripped his waist in a vice. I leaned forward, my mouth clamping tightly around the same pink nipple I had been hungrily eyeing ever since he took off his shirt.

The soft skin melted against my tongue, his sweet, intoxicating scent penetrating deep into my nose, driving me completely primitive.

Losing myself in the heat, I bit down on the sensitive peak a little too hard.

Micah winced loudly, his eyes widening as a sharp gasp tore from his throat. His entire body suddenly froze, locking up entirely as a sudden, massive wave of heat flooded his boxers. He unloaded right there, his chest heaving as he came completely independent of any touch.

"Hey..." I panted, my voice thick with unsatiated tension as I stared up at his flushed face. "Don’t stop now. Keep riding."

But Micah didn’t move. The frantic trembling in his limbs slowly subsided, and before I could demand another round, his eyes fluttered shut. His entire body went completely limp, his forehead dropping heavily against my bare shoulder as he slipped directly back into a deep, unconscious sleep.

"This... Ugh!"

I couldn’t even bring myself to curse him. I let out a long, frustrated growl, staring at the ceiling as my own aching, unfulfilled dick throbbed ruthlessly in my shorts.

What about me, Micah? How could you do this to me?

Shaking my head, I carefully shifted his dead weight, laying him down flat on the pillows and pulling the heavy blanket over his bare chest. I reached down, peeling the wet, ruined shorts and boxers off his lower half.

As the fabric came away, my eyes locked onto his fully exposed groin. His dick was still semi-hard, a stark, smooth pink. I honestly didn’t even know that skin color existed until tonight.

Without wasting another single second, I gathered up his soiled underwear and marched straight into the adjacent bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I filled the sink with warm water, throwing the clothes in, but my eyes drifted to the lingering scent of him on the fabric.

I leaned my back against the locked door, my hand dropping down to unbutton my own shorts. I needed to handle this agonizing ache, and using his scent to relieve myself seemed like the perfect, chaotic solution before the holy boy woke up.