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)
His words play on repeat in my head while we eat at each other’s mouths, act like we’re starving and the only way to survive is to devour each other.
I’m pretty sure all the blood in my body heads straight for my groin. Nothing else is functioning except my dick and my mouth. I nibble Troy’s lips as I fumble with the buttons on his shirt. He’s backing me up, directing me to my room, and damned if I’m not letting him.
He tastes like he popped cinnamon gum into his mouth, smells familiar and comfortable, which is a bit of a scary thought. I remember how he said he loves kissing, so I make damn sure to show him he didn’t know what kissing was until he kissed me. I suck his bottom lip, lick into his mouth, let our tongues move together.
When my legs hit the bed, I pull back. Troy leans in again, but I dodge his lips, teasing him. He goes in a second time, and I do the same.
“Goddamn it, A.”
I give him a half-grin. “I got something you want?”
“You know you do. And clearly, I have something you want too since I’m here.”
He has a point and we both know it. “You’ve gotten to sample only one of my holes so far. Why don’t you get on your knees so I can let you have a taste of my cock.”
“Fuck yes.” He immediately starts to go down, but I stop him.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes first.” When he tries to help, I swat his hands away. “That’s my job.”
“You’re so fucking bossy.”
I wink. “And you like it.”
I go slowly at first, finishing his buttons, unfastening his cuff links, and pushing the shirt off his shoulders. Troy is a little softer than he was when he played football, his abs not quite as defined, but fuck, they’re sexy. I still want to lick them all, kiss him everywhere until he’s writhing and panting beneath me.
“Hurry.” He’s practically bouncing on his toes, and as much as I want to torture him, really, I’m just torturing myself too.
“Shoes off.”
“Oh, now I can help.” He steps out of them while I’m pulling his slacks and underwear down. I follow because it’s fun, his dick right in my face. My mouth waters for another taste, but all I do is kiss the tip, then lick the precum he left behind on my lips. “Oh shit. Suck me.”
“You’re going to suck me, though…then fuck me. Remember all that talk about working me open? You want every part of me—your words, not mine.”
His eyes flash with so much heat, it singes me. “You’re really going to let me fuck you?”
I tremble at the thought, hoping he doesn’t notice. I want it, really fucking bad. Had no clue I’d wanted it before I knew it was a real possibility, but it’s also…well, hell, it’s something up my ass for the first time, and while I won’t deny playing around with a finger on my own, nothing bigger has been there.
Troy is definitely bigger.
“I guess we’ll see, won’t we? Take off my clothes.”
He rolls his eyes. There is no doubt in my mind that a no is on the tip of his tongue, but Troy is a smart guy, and he wants to get laid. He isn’t going to do anything to risk this.
Troy drops down in one swift movement, tugging my sweats down with him. Lucky for us both, I’m free-balling it, and there’s no need to worry about a shirt. I’m all about easy access.
He licks his lips, making my stomach do somersaults. “You look pretty on your knees for me.”
“Fuck y—” he starts before looking up at me. He must see from my expression that I’m serious and not giving him shit. The sincerity is surprising even to me, but then…maybe it shouldn’t be.
Sex is much easier to think about than that, so I hold the base of my erection and trace his lips. “Lick it.”
“Atlas.”
“Lick it, T. You know you want to. I’d lick yours for you, suckle the head and get a little precum on my tongue.”
“You want me as much as I want you. You’re dying for it. Dying for me. There’s no other mouth that will treat you better than mine.”
Well, shit. My dick twitches. Who knew Troy had such a dirty mouth? And that I’d be so here for it.
The first lash of his tongue against my crown almost sends me into a tailspin. It’s like every moment, all the shit-talking, bets, arguments, and smiles have been leading up to this.
He does it again, and before I can control myself, I hiss. Troy doesn’t play around, sucking me into his mouth, swallowing around me, deep throating my dick the first time I sink into his mouth.