Chapter 50: Reckless Defiance
Damon’s POV
Why was I doing this again?
Ah. Right. Because of that fucking bastard, Noah Miller.
It wasn’t as if I ever needed a grand excuse to touch my darling Micah. Any chance to strip away his frail defenses, tease him until his pale skin turned a violent crimson, and trace those delicate nipples with my tongue was an opportunity I would gleefully seize every single day. Hearing those soft, breathy moans spill from his lips was a drug I had zero intention of ever getting clean from.
Fuck. He was intoxicating.
Micah kept whispering that Noah was waiting downstairs in the driveway, his voice trembling like a frightened leaf. But I couldn’t care less. It wasn’t the first time the arrogant, psychopathic captain of the university hockey team had set foot on Silver property. The last time he dragged his self-righteous ass here was for a party he was forced to attend, looking like he’d rather burn the estate to the ground than breathe the same air as my family. Noah Miller never stepped foot anywhere without a calculated, official motive.
So why not test out a little theory?
Let’s see just how long the pristine Noah Miller could keep his legendary composure before he broke down and came hunting for his prized little brother. And while the clock was ticking, I fully intended to extract every bit of pleasure I could from the boy pinned against my bedroom door.
A low, involuntary groan ripped from deep inside my chest when Micah’s fingers suddenly twitched around my cock.
His instinct was screaming at him to pull his hand away, to bolt out the door and run straight back into his brother’s dark leash, but I wasn’t going to let him step one inch away from me. He couldn’t even bring himself to look directly at my face. His long eyelashes fluttered shut, his jaw locked tight, and his entire body vibrated with a delicious, agonizing clash of shame and arousal.
He was so fucking cute I wanted to swallow him whole. Part of me wished I had a massive cage where I could lock him away, toss the key into the deepest ocean, and keep him hidden from the rest of the cold world... a sweet, fragile secret that belonged entirely to me.
’God save me,’ I thought, a dark, bitter smirk flexing on my lips. ’I’m slowly turning into a twisted version of Noah myself.’
"Damon... I really can’t stay here," Micah whispered again.
I pulled my lips away from the shell of his ear, stepping back slightly to study his pale, flushed face. His eyes were squeezed shut so tightly fine lines creaked around his temples, and his lips were pressed into a thin, desperate line.
He was trying so hard to pretend he didn’t want this. But the prominent, undeniable outline straining against the front of his tailored black trousers told a completely different story. His body was betraying every lie slipping past his teeth.
If he was too paralyzed with fear to use his hands on me, fine. I’d just have to take full control and bring him to his knees myself.
Without breaking my gaze from his face, I slowly sank to my knees on the cold black marble floor.
The soft, heavy thud of my knees hitting the tile made Micah’s eyes snap open in shock. He glanced frantically around the dark room, searching for where I had gone, before his eyes finally dropped straight down to meet mine.
"D-D-Damon!" he shrieked, his voice cracking as his back slammed even harder against the wooden door behind him. "What... what are you doing?!"
"If you won’t use your hands to help me out, sweetheart," I purred, looking up at him through my messy dark hair, "then I’ll just have to use my mouth to take care of you."
"Are you... are you doing this on purpose just to keep me trapped here?!" his breath came out in ragged, frantic hitches.
"What do you think?" I whispered back smoothly, reaching up with both hands to grasp his belt buckle.
He wanted to run. Every self-preservation instinct drilled into his brain by his holy father and dark brother was screaming at him to turn the handle and flee down the stairs. But his legs were entirely shot. The sweet, heady scent of his arousal was wafting off him in thick waves, filling the space between us.
I leaned my head forward, pressing my warm cheek directly against the thick bulge straining through his trousers. I slid my face slowly up and down his length, feeling the electric pulse of his heartbeat throbbing against my skin.
Micah gasped violently, a sudden, helpless whimper tearing past his lips as his toes curled tight inside his dress shoes.
To push him completely over the edge, I opened my mouth and lightly bit him right through the heavy fabric of his pants.
"Ah!" Micah let out a sharp, breathless scream, his hands instantly flying up to slap over his mouth to muffle the sound.
I tilted my head back up to look at him. Bright, glittering tears were pooling at the corners of his wide eyes, making his pale skin look almost translucent in the dim room light. He looked entirely undone, completely ruined by the simple touch of my mouth, and it set a fire blazing straight down into my gut.
"Damon... stop it already, please," he whimpered out, his voice cracking with a mix of desperate pleasure and rising panic.
His tears didn’t make me stop. They only drove me crazier.
Licking my lips, I unbuckled his leather belt quickly. I popped the button of his suit trousers, grabbed the zipper, and yanked it down in one swift motion. With a firm pull, I dragged both his trousers and his dark boxers straight down his thighs.
His cock sprang free, pulsing in the cool air, inches from my face.
It wasn’t absurdly massive, but it was smooth, perfectly shaped, and flushed a soft, pretty pink... the exact gorgeous view I had caught a glimpse of back in the locker room and when I’d stripped him naked during that party.
I looked up at Micah’s face. The deep crimson blush coating his cheeks matched the tip of his dick perfectly.
I wrapped my long fingers around his base, squeezing gently.
Micah let out a loud, shuddering moan, his back arching dramatically off the door as his head thudded backward against the wood.
It was the first time I had ever held another man like this. No—that was a lie. It wasn’t just ’any’ man. It was Micah. Touching him felt like a revelation, an electric shock that surged directly into my own veins. My bare, heavy length twitched violently against the cold floor tiles between my legs, aching for relief, but I didn’t care. All my focus was centered on the boy unraveling in front of me.
I began to move my hand, sliding my palm smoothly up and down his shaft. He felt impossibly soft, his skin silky and slick under my touch.
Micah’s moans grew louder, higher, breaking through his quiet defenses. Each breathless sound he uttered made my own cock throb harder. I loved every single second of it. I loved the terrifying power of knowing I was the only person alive who could make him make those noises, and I loved the desperate, needy way his body responded to my touch.
My strokes quickened, driving a steady, ruthless rhythm. The dark room echoed with the wet sound of my hand moving over him and the ragged sound of his gasping breath.
A clear, tiny bead of pre-cum poked out from the tip of his cock, glistening in the dim light.
I leaned my head forward, opening my mouth, and dragged the flat of my tongue straight over the sensitive entrance.
"Damon!" Micah flinched violently, his hands dropping from his mouth to plunge directly into my damp hair. He yanked at my hair hard enough to tear them out, trying desperately to pull my head back.
I didn’t budge an inch. I tightened my grip on his waist, anchoring him to my mouth.
I stroked his shaft faster, sliding my tongue back and forth across the sensitive head until he was shivering so hard his knees were knocking together. He was right on the precipice, so close to spilling completely all over my face and floor.
Suddenly, a loud, violent bang rattled the wooden door right behind Micah’s head, shattering the atmosphere into a million pieces.
"Micah! I know you’re in there! Open this fucking door right now!"
The furious voice boomed through the solid wood, vibrating straight into the room.
Micah tensed so violently his entire frame locked up like iron. His eyes snapped wide open in terror, the color completely draining from his face until he looked like a ghost. Hearing Noah’s voice just inches away on the other side of the wood brought all of his dark, buried trauma rushing back to the surface. He was trembling so violently I could feel his knees shaking against my chest.
I, on the other hand, felt zero fear. A dark, vicious rush of pure adrenaline surged through my veins.
Instead of pulling away, I leaned my head forward again, taking the entire tip of his length into my mouth and dragging my tongue slowly around the sensitive ridge.
Micah gasped violently, biting his lower lip until it nearly bled to suppress the loud moan tearing up his throat, terrified of being caught by the monster standing in the hallway.
"D-Damon... let go of me... please..." he squeaked out in a breathless, terrified whisper.
I looked up at him through my lashes, a wicked, sadistic smirk spreading across my face around his cock. I swirled my tongue fully around him, drawing his length deep into the warm heat of my throat. He tasted salty, warm, and faintly like the expensive body wash from the guest suite, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was taking him right here, right now, with his psychotic brother standing on the other side of the wall.
I sucked him hard, my head bobbing up and down in a fast, rhythmic rhythm, pushing him past his limits while my hand worked his base.
A choked, muffled moan spilled past Micah’s lips despite his best efforts.
The pounding on the door turned into violent kicks, the wooden frame groaning under the impact.
"Damon! You sick devil! Let go of my brother right now or I swear to God I will kill you with my bare hands!" Noah’s lethal threat roared through the keyhole.
Who knew what the crazy bastard was preparing to do next? He was probably already pulling a hairpin, a blade, or a spare key out of his pocket to force his way in.
But I didn’t give a single damn if he broke down the door and walked in on this exact scene. In my house, in my room, under my roof, Micah belonged to me. I wasn’t surrendering him back to his toxic, abusive family... not to his father, and certainly not to his psychopath of a brother.
A heavy click echoed sharply from the brass lock.
The smirk on my lips widened into a predatory grin. The fucker had actually managed to pick the lock.
I didn’t stop. I sucked Micah even deeper, dragging my hand faster over his shaft as his body buckled, right as the brass door handle slowly began to tilt downward.
I let out a low, dark laugh against Micah’s skin, waiting for the door to swing wide open.