جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

ANSEL’s POVThe airport smelled of coffee, perfume, and exhaustion. Bags rattled across tiles and voices echoed over the PA. I sighed softly as I moved towards the park, hoping to find Roman, my older brother, as fast as possible. As I came out of the sliding doors, I shifted my gaze to find his car nearby. A smile spread on my lips while I waited patiently for some time, letting my gaze snag on the car until the front door was pushed open and a figure exiting the car, only to make my breath hitch. From the look of it, he wasn’t Roman.He emerged from the car and I sucked him in—broad chest beneath a black shirt, one arm draped over the car’s door, dark skin gleaming under the fluorescent lights. His jaw was sharp, his mouth full but unsmiling, and his eyes—fuck—his eyes locked straight onto mine.Silver-gray, cool and unreadable. They held me.I froze in the stream of passengers, my breath stuttering. My suitcase handle slipped in my sweaty palm. I should’ve looked away, should’ve

ANSEL’s POV “Is that true or is there something else bothering you?” Gael asked, lowering his face, almost into mine, his breath fanning me. How do I tell him I want him? That I’ve had my gaze on him? That I can’t resist his handsomeness slipping into my brain? That the mere touch of his skin made mine burn? That I’ve wanted to press my lips against his? That I had jerked off and fingered myself seconds ago imagining his face closer to my cock’s region? Hell… NO. “Ansel.” He called gently, my name slipping out of his mouth like he was the one who gave me my name. “Please, let me know if there’s something bothering you, okay?” He smiled, “You can see me as your elder brother.” “Yeah, thanks. If there is, I’ll let you know ASAP.” I didn’t wait after that. As I got into my room, I panted heavily before I finally found a cloth to wear. I sat for a while, trying to avoid him. But I couldn’t bear it when my stomach grumbled. Finally, I lazily dragged myself out of the roo

ANSEL’s POVGael’s cum hit my tongue in violent spurts, hot and thick, flooding my mouth until I almost gagged around the sheer size of his cock. Only half of him was buried down my throat, and even that felt like it could split my mouth in two.God, this cock. Long as sin. There’s no way I could ever take all of it inside me but fuck if I didn’t want to try.I pulled off, gasping, strings of cum clinging to my lips as I tilted my head back. White spilled down my chin, dripping onto the sofa in filthy streaks. He was still panting, his chest heaving as sweat glistening on his face when I tapped his thigh.His eyes met mine—glassy, desperate, still starving even though he had just emptied himself. He reached for me, but I shoved his hand down, asserting control. Then I leaned over his thick shaft, opened my mouth, and let some of his own cum spill from my lips onto his cock, coating the head in his mess.I stroked him, slow and intentional, watching him twitch and buck, his back archi

ANSEL’s POVA new sound cut through the silence. A soft metallic click. Then another. My body stiffened. “No…” The word trembled out of me. My head twisted uselessly under the blindfold. “Gael, don’t—”He hushed me with a kiss to my chest, his warm lips soothing the spots the ice had left burning. For a moment, I almost relaxed. Until I felt the first drop.Something hot splashed on my nipple. I jerked violently, a muffled shout tearing from my throat.The sting lit up every nerve in my body. And then another drop fell, closer to my stomach this time, scalding and perfect. My back arched against the cuffs, straining for escape and craving more at the same time.“Beautiful,” he whispered, almost reverent. “Your body… it takes everything I give it.”Wax dripped in a slow rhythm, marking me down the chest, across my ribs, painting me in heat. Each sting flared sharp, then melted into warmth that lingered. My cock twitched harder with every drop, as though my body had learned to crave

ANSEL’s POV The sunlight cut through the blinds, warm and accusing, crawling across my skin like a hand I didn’t want. My body ached everywhere—hips sore, lips bruised, thighs sticky—and all I could think about was last night. His breath in my ear, his hands pinning me down, his cock splitting me open. My chest tightened. Roman. My brother. That was his fiancée. I sat up fast, the sheets tangling at my waist, and nearly stumbled out of the bed. Gael was still there, half on his stomach, one leg sprawled open, mouth slack. He looked dangerous even in sleep. A temptation carved out of sin. I hated that my eyes lingered on him, hated that my cock twitched even now. My eyes rolled down to where his cock laid soft. That thing was long. It was long. And just half of it was in me. Hell—No. If I had taken all of it in me, I wouldn’t be alive till now. My mind flashed back to the question he asked me last night. “I can’t do this,” I muttered under my breath, my voice cracking from