Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I quirk a brow at him even though he’s not going to see it since he can’t look away from my dick. “Fine, no porn, but will you at least go grab my lube for me? Top drawer in my nightstand.” This makes his stare finally snap up to meet mine. I give him a smirk and a wink, before I add, “On second thought, come here.”
He seems to hesitate, then walks closer. His pink tongue sneaks out and licks his lip, but I’m not sure he notices.
When he gets close enough, I use my fingers to swipe at the cum still on his stomach and coat my dick, before I start stroking again.
“Holy fuck.”
Because I’m still a little twisted from what we’re doing too, I do what I do best and play it off like it’s no big deal. “Bet you wanna taste it. Bet you’re jealous I got to suck your dick and now you can’t suck mine.”
“Fuck off, Atlas. One minute you’re making me laugh and the next I want to throttle you.”
“You want to swallow my cock is more like it. Watch me stroke. I got to see your load. You should get to see mine too.”
For a brief moment, I think he’s going to grab his shirt and walk out. Disappointment bites into me, but then he sighs and sits on the coffee table in front of me. “Let me.” Troy reaches for me, but I shake my head.
“Nah, just watch.” They are three of the hardest words I’ve ever said, but I don’t really know how to take this moment. I built it up in my head as this thing that wasn’t going to happen, and now it has. The fact that I want it to happen again is…concerning.
“Get to it, then. I don’t have all night.”
I watch him as I jack my cock, my balls already ready to unleash. I don’t give in to the urge to come yet, can’t, just stare at Troy while he’s entranced with my hand working my dick. One thing I’m glad of is that he can’t see what’s in my head…my mind flashing to the cords in his neck when he’d come, what his balls had looked like when they’d drawn up tight, the way his dick twitched when he shot all over his belly and my face.
Fuck, that had been hot.
He’d been hot.
Goddamn him. He’s the last person I’m supposed to want. But then, I’d been pretty fucking obsessed with him for a long time, hadn’t I? Troy has always intrigued me…made me think and do things I wouldn’t with anyone else. This was bound to happen. “Touch it,” I tell him, giving in to my desire.
Like I knew he would, now it’s Troy holding off. “No.”
There’s a determined set to his jaw. As much as Troy wants me right now, he’s not going to give in, he’s going to torture me by telling me no, and it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t opened my big mouth, maybe he would have been on his knees for me right now.
“Bet you’re gonna think about me tonight. How many times are you gonna come thinking about my mouth on your dick? Dirty little Troy wanting his cock sucked by his stepbro.”
“Fuck,” Troy grits out. His fingers twitch on his thighs, wanting to feel me.
I slide my foot over and brush his. “Will you say my name? I bet you will.” I sure as shit want to say his, want to shout it out while I jerk it or while I sink into his mouth. Because the truth is, even though I shouldn’t, I want him again, want to blow him or have him blow me…I don’t much care which way it happens.
“I think you want me too,” Troy answers, and yes, he’s right.
We lock gazes again as I use my left hand to play with my balls, and my right increases its speed on my shaft. “Maybe I should say your name just so you can engrave it into your memory, use it for spank-bank material when I’m not around.”
I see him tremble, see him fighting how much he wants to give in, and the little jerk is going to win.
“You almost done yet? I’m getting bored.”
“You’re hard again, asshole.”
I think about shooting all over his face, about watching him lick my cum from his lips and then sucking the head of my cock into his mouth. Colors flash behind my eyelids as I thrust up into my fist, over and over and over again. The whole time, I’m watching Troy, hear again the breathy sounds that slipped out when I made him come.
A wave of pleasure washes over me, balls tightening, cum shooting out all over my belly and chest in spurt after spurt. “Troy,” I say softly at the end, and his pupils blow wide.