Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
His jaw tenses as he eyes my crotch, and just the way he’s looking at it makes my dick shift.
“I’m being serious,” I say.
“It looks serious as hell in your pants right now.”
“Bren, our parents want to get married. That’s way more important than getting our rocks off with each other, right?” Even the way that last word escapes my lips, it’s a genuine question, as though I want him to say, Fuck no.
But he nods. “Yeah, we shouldn’t do anything to fuck that up.”
I take his hand and rest it on my torso. “Hey, we’re still Bren and Tay. Just without the horny stuff.”
He strokes his fingers against the threads of my tank top, making his way lower to where it’s hiked up, exposing my abs.
“If we’re not messing around,” he says, “you gonna find some other guy to play with your dick? So you can work out whatever you’re feeling?”
I shrug. “I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
Because the thought of him messing around with anyone else is like a pin driving into my chest.
His gaze drifts, and he takes a breath. “You’re right. There’s no reason to risk what they’re doing over some fun.”
He trails his fingers through my happy trail, then tenses them and pulls back, as though he knows he’s gonna have to learn some self-restraint if we’re gonna pull this off.
And his fingers leaving my body is fucking killing me.
“It would be stupid to keep doing,” he says.
“The stupidest.”
He rests his hand back on my abs, and my body viscerally responds to his touch, excitement coursing through me, relief that wasn’t the last time he touched me like that.
Not yet.
“We just go back to being Bren and Tay,” he says. “And we’ll be best friends forever anyway. And now stepbrothers, and that’s enough for me.”
“Same here.” I’m certain the guy who knows me best can tell that’s a lie.
He runs his fingers down to the waistband of my pants, tugging against it. “Guess I won’t be seeing your come face after all,” he says, frowning.
A knot bunches up in my gut because all I want is to give Bren what he wants. Who am I kidding? What we both want, and being all stressed about this parent shit only makes me want to release with him that much more. Probably like he wanted to do for me when that stuff came up about the Piece of Shit.
He starts to pull his hand off again, and I snatch it.
His gaze locks with mine, his eyes wide like he’s shocked by this superspeed I’ve just discovered.
Something feral controls me, this desire I have, stronger than I’ve ever felt with him. As though my body knows what he can do for me, and I don’t want to miss out on it.
“We shouldn’t do anything else,” I say, even as my hand guides him down to my pants.
“You’re right.” As I position his hand under the waistband, he grips on to my cock before stroking.
“We just said not a minute ago how stupid this would be,” I remind him.
“We’ve never been the smartest guys, though.” He offers a few more strokes, firming my cock up.
As he massages me just right, a web of nerves shoots sparks right through me. “One more time might not be such a bad idea.”
“Just get it out of our systems.”
As I unfasten my fly, Bren releases my cock. This time, though, I know it won’t be gone for long. He licks his palm. I pull my pants down before he continues stroking me, then crawling down, his lips wrapping around my cock once again.
“Oh fuck, Bren.”
I thread my fingers through his hair for what I know has to be the last time as he deep throats me. I wonder if he’s doing what I’m doing—trying to etch this moment into my memory so that even when I deprive myself of this, I’ll remember what it was like to feel his tongue swirling around the head of my dick just before he creates a little pressure with his grip as his hand comes up to the head.
He keeps on until I say, “I’m getting so fucking close.”
His mouth releases me, and he keeps his grip tight, still stroking as he glances up at me, studying my face. A subtle smirk creeps across his face. “Yeah, let me see your come face. Show me, Tay.”
As he speeds up, heat swells in my face before I wind up right at the edge, gripping the sheets as the cum bursts free, shooting across my happy trail, but Bren’s still watching my expression, his eyes wide, like it turns him on seeing how out of control I am—teeth gritted, the muscles in my face contorting.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters as he finishes milking me.
While I recover, he undoes his pants, crawling on his knees close to me. He’s hard as a fucking rock, and it doesn’t take him long before he shoots, his cum joining mine, pooling into my navel.