Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
The downstairs went dark before he started climbing the stairs. “He asleep?”
“For now.”
Together we walked over to the bed, and I let River set the pace. I wanted to watch him with Shay. The way they’d made out on the couch earlier today had stirred something in me. I hadn’t identified it yet, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t go away anytime soon.
Shay was different.
River dropped his boxer briefs and crawled onto the bed, aiming straight for Shay’s sleeping form. The sheets were discarded, and… Ha. That sweet boy had gone to bed stark naked. River and I exchanged a glance, thinking the same thing.
Refocusing on Shay, River hovered over the boy and planted a trail of kisses up his spine. Shay shifted and mumbled something incoherent. I snatched up the lube and a rubber from the nightstand, ready to give them to my brother. For being such a meticulous planner and slow to jump into anything, he liked to catch subbies when they were the most vulnerable.
“Um, wh…” Shay grunted and lifted his head, eyelids heavy, a crease between his brows, confusion and sleep written all over, just as River slid his fingers into Shay’s hair and yanked back. Shay gasped before exhaling a groan.
“Do you remember your safeword?” River murmured.
I poured some lube onto my fingers and climbed up to kneel on the mattress.
“Yeah,” Shay rasped.
With my fingers coated, I slipped my hand down Shay’s ass and between the cheeks. Christ. What a fuckable little ass. River sat back on his heels and accepted the condom from me, and his gaze was glued to what I was doing. I circled Shay’s asshole with my middle finger, then slid it right inside and cursed. Either he did his Kegels, or he hadn’t been fucked in a long time.
I forced a second finger inside him as River rolled the condom down his cock.
“Oh God,” Shay groaned, pushing his ass out for me.
“Do you swallow come, boy?” I asked.
“Yes, Sir.” He nodded.
Second time he’d called me Sir.
What I wouldn’t give to hear him call me Daddy.
River jerked his chin at me, indicating he was done and didn’t want any more preparations, so I withdrew my fingers. What happened next turned me on beyond fucking belief. He didn’t order Shay onto all fours; he just gripped Shay’s hips tightly and hauled him up, then quickly positioned his cock and forced himself inside. I swallowed dryly and hoped to remember the scene for years to come. Seeing River impatient and wholly focused on claiming a tight ass was intoxicating.
Shay choked on a sharp gasp and white-knuckled the sheets, but it didn’t escape our attention how he was already meeting the pain River delivered. I eased my hand along the sexy arch of Shay’s spine, up to his shoulder blades and then his neck.
For a brief moment, they existed solely for each other. River with his cock buried all the way in, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths, and Shay on pins and needles, eyes closed, and—I assumed—focused only on the thick cock stretching his asshole.
A tremor ran through him.
My brother let his head drop. I could practically read his mind. How he reveled in that first moment of taking someone, how he soaked up the pleasure at the expense of someone else suffering for him. It was heady as fuck and would never get old.
While River let Shay get adjusted to his size, I moved in front of our boy and removed some of the pillows. I asked him if he had any limits or triggers about deep-throating, and his response flooded me with possessiveness and pleasure. He shook his head quickly, gaze fixed on my cock, and barely waited for me to get settled before he tried to reach for me.
“Just pinch my thigh if either of us gets too close to your limit.” I guided his head over my cock and held him in place so he couldn’t take me in just yet. “Do you understand, Shay?”
It bothered me that I wasn’t sure I could trust him fully to use his safeword, and it would prevent us from going very far with him.
“Yes, Sir. I promise.” He flicked his tongue over the head of my cock, eliciting a chuckle from me. As long as he showed that hunger, we’d be safe. “May I please suck your cock now?”
“And you say you’re not submissive.” I didn’t give him room to come up with some bullshit argument. I eased him down onto my cock and closed my eyes momentarily, focusing solely on his warm, wet, soft tongue coating me in saliva. Goddamn. Leaning back against the headboard, I released his hair and let him decide his own pace at first.
If he was going for seduction, he was succeeding. He sucked me hungrily but unhurriedly, tightening his lips around me, sliding his tongue up and down my cock, all the way down to the root, then up again. He suckled at the tip and hollowed out his cheeks, and the next time he took me in, it was like sticking my cock into a slutty little sucking machine.