Page 100 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
Once I was sure we were safe, I gripped the base of my cock and pushed forward. Between whatever magic he worked to stay loose and my fingering, I felt him open for me as I thrust. At moments like that, I was hard-pressed to decide if the sight of my dick disappearing inside him was the star or if the feeling of his ass gripping me so perfectly was the real headliner. Yet every time I decided both were strong enough candidates to enjoy together.
Milo made a soft noise that seemed loud in the narrow space of the shower, and I reached out to slap my hand over his mouth. His eyes darted to me, and I smirked, shoving the last few inches into him without warning. To his credit, he did his best to hold back the noise that wanted to come from his lips, but I felt him squeeze around my dick, and I had to force myself to breathe before I lost control. Not lasting long was one thing, but I sure as hell didn’t want to come on the first push, no matter how goddamn good he felt or how hot the whole thing was.
Sparing another moment to listen, I began to slide out and then push back in, keeping my thrusts shallow and slow. I was so hyped up and sensitive, I could feel his muscles easing their grip, and while it probably wasn’t possible, my lust-addled brain swore I could feel his heartbeat. It didn’t take long until I wasable to pull out of him almost completely before pushing back in to the root, pausing to feel him grip me entirely.
“Fuck,” I said in a low voice that barely carried even with the walls of the stall. There really wasn’t much I could do to avoid the noise that was about to be made. I hadn’t thought through what wet flesh on wet flesh would sound like, but I was at the point where my worries became less and less important. Instead, I drove forward on the next thrust, earning a grunt and a low groan from him as I began to fuck him in earnest.
I didn’t take my hand away from his mouth because, quite frankly, Milo couldn’t be trusted to be quiet. After the first time I’d fucked him at the hotel, I’d realized we had been lucky no one else had been on the floor at the time because Milo wasvocal. Even now, with my hand over his mouth and him trying his best to keep quiet, noises still managed to slip out of him as I amped up my thrusts.
“Jerk off,” I told him in a low grunt, knowing he got off on moments where I was ‘bossy.’ “I want to feel you come while I’m still inside you.”
Milo whimpered and reached down to stroke himself, knowing full well I was close to getting off. Of course, I was. I had him bent over in a public shower, my dick filling him with every thrust, and watching as his muscles rippled and shifted under his wet skin. Once, not all that long ago, I wouldn’t have thought the sight of me fucking another man could be intensely erotic, but I was never more glad to be wrong.
His body squeezed around me as he made another pitiful noise, and I groaned, my pleasure ramping up as he started to come all over the floor. Without thinking, I yanked him upright, pushing him against the wall and shoving myself deep into him. Pleasure rolled through me as I came, still holding tight to his mouth as I brought my lips close to his ear. “Mine. You got that? You aremine.”
His eyes rolled upward at my words, and I knew then it was true. Not just because my dick was buried as deep as it could go inside him, marking his insides with every spurt, but because...he just was. I had been so afraid to say it before because there was still so much to consider about our shared future. His and Raf’s relationship would need to end. Just because Raf was okay with Milo sleeping with other people or dating someone else didn’t mean I felt the same way.
No, because he wasmine. No amount of waffle or worry was going to change that. He had been mine from the moment he broke through the anger of a scared, hurt little boy, and he had been mine every moment beyond that. Me fucking him and making him mine in a wholly different and new way was just a formality.
I slipped out of him with a groan, reaching down to push a finger into him and feel him jerk in surprise. I still had him pinned to the wall, and I let him turn his face to me as I stroked his sensitive insides with my finger, briefly wondering if the slickness was from the lube or the load I had pushed into him. “Mine.”
“Yours,” he repeated softly, with a gentle, pleased smile. “And you're mine.”
“Damn right,” I said. “We’ve got time to figure things out after tomorrow, but we’ll figure them out, right?”
“Damn right,” he repeated, kissing me. “But?—”
“But?”
He shook his head. “We can talk about it more later, another time. Right now I want to get rinsed off, go get some food, and I don’t know, veg out for a couple of hours.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said, knowing he’d been close to saying something I probably should hear, but he was right, it could wait.
We did, after all, have time.
MILO
Keeping my pace was tricky on the slick ground, but thankfully, even in winter, plenty of people still used the park trails. Admittedly, it was nice; even the cold air had a hard time reaching me because of the trees' cover.
As much as I hated the cold, there was something about running through the bitter air. It made my lungs hurt, and I didn’t think the ache in my face would dissipate until I plopped down in front of a heater going full blast. Yet there was something almost...cleansing about it. For every ache, there seemed to be an equal feeling of release. I doubted anything about that idea was substantial, but itfeltright, and I wasn’t going to second-guess it too much.
Once I reached an outcropping of trees that shielded me from the wind, which had been blowing steadily since the morning, I leaned against a tree and focused on breathing. Pulling out my phone, I checked to see Eli hadn’t messaged me, which wasn’t surprising. We still had the rest of the day to enjoy ourselves before deciding what to do about...well, everything that meant anything to us.
It had been easy to ignore for a couple of days, but now the clock was ticking closer and closer to the deadline, I was findingit more and more difficult. That was why I had decided to go for a run even though I generally hated being outside when it was so damned cold and bitter. Eli had given me a searching look when I’d told him, but he hadn’t said anything other than to nod and tell me not to break anything while I was out. I’d flipped him off, reminding him I wasn’t as clumsy as all that, and he’d rolled his eyes. We both knew he knew more than he was letting on, but he was letting me deal with things in the way I needed to keep my head straight.
As much as I teased Eli about how often he liked to sit and think on what I swore waseverything, there was envy there as well. Not because of the constant thinking or how intense it was, I could do that just fine if I let myself. What I really envied was how well he handled it. Almost everything he spent time thinking about was approached in a calm and organized way that I couldn’t begin to emulate.
The most stressful things didn’t bother him, even when he grew quieter and a little more testy about being interrupted when he was lost in thought. I knew he did get stressed; we’d talked enough over the years about what was on his mind that I wasn’t fooled when he appeared completely in control. His ability todealwith stress was what really drove me crazy, because how thefuckdid he manage it?
Sure, he liked to say he envied my ability to make problems disappear from my mind when he felt like he could never get away from his. He and others didn’t understand that it meant more trouble for me in the long run, at least with life-changing problems. It was one thing to be able to shrug off most of life’s problems because, hell, life had a way of working out a ridiculous amount of the time, and while I didn’t hold it against most people for not seeing it that way, it was ultimately how I got through a lot of stress and worry.
The problem came when something big and important happened, and suddenly, all my powers to ignore or shrug things off went out the window. What was left was a person unfamiliar with how to deal with stress and worry, or how to process things effectively. Sometimes it just meant having a “little” freak-out moment, which purged me of the overwhelming emotion and helped me focus on actually solving or dealing with the problem.
That was, except for things like... oh, I don’t know, the issue we faced. Because as much as I was over the moon about having Eli in the way I’d always dreamed of, it invited a whole series of new problems that we, quite frankly, didn’t have a clue what to do about. How our family and friends would deal with the truth was of enough concern. Our livelihood currently depended on the goodwill and positive attention from a mass of faceless people, which was something else entirely. And even if our faces weren’t exactly A-tier celebrity status, we got enough attention to keep an eye out for someone gettingtooattached or obsessed, but how much would that potential danger increase if we were suddenly thrust into the spotlight because of our relationship?
God, our relationship.
The thought made me grimace and open my phone to flip to the contacts, and I stared at Raf’s name. I had told myself that other than the social media posts I’d done Friday night, I would avoid my phone so that Eli and I could enjoy our time together to the fullest. Yet guilt was churning unhappily in my gut, and it was that alone which convinced me to swipe right on Raf’s name and listen to it ring, unsure if I wanted him to answer or ignore it...or miss it.
