The Anti-Hero (The Goode Brothers, #1)(44)

Reaching into my sweats, I wrap my hand around my hard length, eliciting a deep moan from my throat. Even dry, this

feels good as fuck.

Rolling down the top of my pants, I ease my cock out.

Then, I pause the video as I start to stroke. Letting my head hang back on the sofa, I let my imagination paint a picture some porn site never could.

I picture that today wasn’t fake, and I let myself remember what it felt like to sink my cock into Sage’s warm cunt. To feel her riding me like she was today, fucking her so deep, she cries out with every thrust, torn between pleasure and pain.

In my mind, I squeeze her throat again, watching her face as a hint of fear and arousal floods her bloodstream. She likes it. Loves being used. Loves being the thing I use to get off.

My imagination paints the picture of her in her bed just now, getting herself off to the video of us, and I nearly come right away.

Then another text from her pops up on the screen.

Uh-oh. You’ve gone quiet.

What are you doing???

I let out a groan. The head of my cock is tight, throbbing as a drop of precum slips from the tip.

“Oh fuck,” I mutter as I squeeze on the upstroke as if just a text message from her is enough. I’m so close. But as the vision in my head starts to fade, I text her back.

I’m watching our video.

Right now?

Yes.

My hand is moving fast now but doing just enough to keep my climax at bay, dragging out the inevitable and enjoying every torturous second. While I wait for her text response, I open the video again. Instead of watching, I hold the speaker close to my ear and focus only on her moans and cries. Then, I let my imagination take over again.

She’s on my lap right now.

The hard bud of her nipple is in my mouth, and her wet heat is snug around my cock instead of my hand. With every thrust, she’s getting closer, and when I feel her pulsing with her own orgasm, I unload, filling her up as I come.

You want me to fuck you like I hate you?

My ears are buzzing like static as my own voice replays on the video again. Closing the app, I drop my phone on the sofa and stare down at the mess I just made.

“Jesus.” There are white globs of cum all over my shirt, nearly up to my neck and covering the hand still wrapped around my cock.

I desperately need to get laid. But oh yeah…I can’t.

“It’s going to be a long three months,” I mumble as I grab a tissue from the end table and wipe up the mess from my hand. It’s not like I was having so much sex before, but with all of this foreplay, it’s going to be that much harder.

My phone buzzes with a text. Smiling, I pick it up and read her response.

Are you done?

Did you record it?

The girls would pay good money for that.

I laugh as I type up my reply.

Seriously?

Would you?

Oh, hell yeah. That shit is hot.

With a scoff, I shake my head. It seems hard to believe that that’s what women want.

Standing up, I tear my shirt off and throw it in the laundry room on my way to the sink to wash up. Just as I’m drying my hands on the towel, there’s a heavy bang on the door. My heart nearly flips its way up through my throat as I stand there in shocked silence.

“Adam, open up,” my father bellows from the other side.

As I make my way toward the door, I prepare myself for what I know is coming. The likelihood that he’s here for a casual conversation is pretty slim.

He bangs again before I turn the dead bolt to unlock it.

Then I swing the door open and he comes charging into my apartment, his wrinkled face red with fury, slamming it behind him.

“You motherfucker.” He growls with rage, and I notice the way his fists clench at his sides as he paces the room. “What the fuck are you thinking?”

My face stays passive and uninterested during his rant.

Crossing my arms over my still bare chest, I watch with satisfaction as he fumes.

“Say something, Adam! Goddammit.”

“What’s wrong, Dad? You didn’t bring any bouncers to hold me down while you beat the shit out of me?”

His eyes narrow. “Oh, so this is about me? Is this your way of getting revenge, Adam? Do you have any idea what this is doing to your mother?”

I laugh. “So now you care about her?”

“Don’t start with me, boy.” He has a finger pointed in my face, and I notice the way it trembles. “First, you show up with that slut at the charity event, and now you post some video of you two fucking all over the internet? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“I’m thinking pretty clearly for the first time in my life, actually.”

My cool temper only makes him angrier, and I love having that power over him. His anger fuels something inside of me, pushing me to fight back. For the first time in my life, I don’t feel like apologizing or playing the good son. Seeing how my rebellion enrages him only makes me want to do it more.

“Do you have any idea what this is doing to our family? To me? Your reputation? Any chance of taking over after I’m gone is dead now, son. Do you understand that?”

“I don’t care,” I reply coolly, even though it feels like a lie.

“I don’t care about my reputation or the family’s. And least of all yours.” I let out a chuckle as I lean against the counter, staring at him with humor.