Page 92 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
I rolled onto my back to peer up at him, and he smiled when he saw my eyes were open and watching him. I slid a hand over his bare chest and up toward his neck. He smiled as he leaned in closer for a kiss, and that was all I needed. Wrapping my arm around his neck, I yanked him down. Milo yelped in surprise as he fell and hit the floor hard. I quickly followed, blanket still wrapped around me.
“Ah! Cheater!” he proclaimed. I used the thick folds of the comforter to tangle his limbs as he tried to get leverage to fight me off. I had surprised him, and the blanket worked in my favor. It took only a few seconds before he was lying on his stomach, panting. I held his arms in place and wrapped my legs around the blanket and his lower body. My plan had been a complete success, far more than it had any right to be, considering how groggy I still was.
“No means no,” I grunted in his ear as he tried to fight back.
“One of these days, I’m going to be the one who surprises you, and you’re going to be the one who ends up face down on the floor, unable to move.”
“Maybe, but today isn’t looking like the day.”
“Ass.”
“You love my ass.”
To my surprise, he went still beneath me, turning his head so he could peer up at me with a bemused smile. “You know what? You’re right. I do love your ass. And your thighs, and your back, and your stomach, and your cock, and your face. And I even like when you’re a grumpy bitch in the morning.”
I stared down at him, brow slowly rising. “This your newest tactic?”
“Nope,” he said with sudden and genuine brightness. “But it just occurred to me that I can express that I’m attracted to you. I can talk about how, when you bend over, I want to run my hands all over your ass and squeeze it. I can talk about the fact that sometimes you sit with your legs spread, and I can see your bulge, and it makes me want to get on my knees. Or I can talk about that little smile of yours that makes my heart happy and my dick hard.”
“I’m noticing a trend here,” I told him. “I’m this close to feeling objectified.”
“I mentioned getting on my knees in front of you to suck you off...wouldn’t that be objectifying myself?”
“Not really. Anyone with half a brain cell knows the person giving head is the one in control, even if their mouth is getting fucked.”
“How do you figure?”
“You’re sticking a really sensitive and important part of your body into someone else’s mouth...you know, the thing with all the teeth and surprisingly strong bite? That thing? Yeah, you’re the one at the other person’s mercy.”
“I never thought about it like that.”
“Clearly, you never had someone who was all teeth when they went down on you to give you a very...sharp reminder.”
He laughed. “Not all teeth, but I’ve gotten a graze or two. Who was all teeth for you? And would you get off me? My shoulders are starting to hurt, which is confusing because I can feel your dick through the blanket, and I really don’t want to develop a pain kink this late in life.”
“This late in life,” I said as I reluctantly let him up. Hell, it was always fun to get the better of him, but it was still a new sensation, and I was enjoying being on top of him. It wasn’t quitethe same kind of on top that he was aiming for with his groping, but it was close enough for me to enjoy. But...there was good coffee waiting, which would start to get bitter if I didn’t attend to it soon. Sex with Milo, while thoroughly enjoyable, did not have an expiration date like the coffee did. “I love how you make it sound like you’re an old man.”
“So old,” he groaned as I pushed off him. He stretched his arms out so his whole body was on display as he sighed before going completely still and flopping bonelessly on the ground. “Much better. Fatass.”
“You love when I’m on top of you,” I told him, balling up the comforter and tossing it on the bed as I hunted for something to wear. I stopped when I realized there was no need for me to wear clothing.
I snorted softly as I left him on the floor and went on a hunt for the coffee he’d promised me. It was strange and funny how little and yet how much had changed. Him waking me up, much to my annoyance, and me responding with harmless violence? Perfectly normal and something that had been happening since we were about eight. Both of us getting turned on by the wrestling? That was definitely new...well, newer for me than it probably was for him. Being comfortable semi-naked was old hat for us too but being completely naked on purpose? That was new.
The smell of coffee was rich and complex as I wandered into the kitchen, and I snorted when I saw it waiting in one of Milo’s fancy carafes. Apparently, he had done more than simply drip-brew it. I let the smell wash over my face as I poured a mug, musing over the little, but important things. The things that were different, the things that were the same, and the things that were both different and the same in their own ways.
Leaning against the counter, I took a sip and ran the list through my head. I had always felt my attention pulled to him,even...and maybeespeciallywhen I wasn’t consciously meaning to. Now, though, there were other notes that... That was really what it was, wasn’t it?
Notes. Changes in pitch. Changes in beat.
The addition of sex and romance into our relationship hadn’t drastically altered it, but it had added new notes, new sounds to things we had known like the back of our hands not long ago. Now his touch wasn’t just comforting because the man knew me inside and out and would never abandon me; it also lit a flame inside me that had never been there before, a light that I wanted to follow and never stop.
Now he was more than just my best friend, though sayingjustmy best friend was grossly underestimating what he’d meant to me since we were kids. I could dimly recall that it had been my mother I’d been closest to when I had been really little. I had never connected with my dad after the loss of my mom. Not that I didn’t or hadn’t loved my dad, but it was...different. Sometimes there were people you loved and were close to, people you would do anything for and knew they would do the same for you, but there was still something missing, some connection.
And then Milo had come along, reminding me what it meant to be connected to someone.
I was pulled from my thoughts as a humming Milo came into the kitchen and literally slid to a stop, staring at me as I sipped my coffee. I blinked, wondering why he was staring so intensely. It was only after he jerked his gaze up to my face that I remembered the state I was in and laughed. It was one of those things that was new, completely new, both for me and from him.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t had a partner who was unashamed of expressing their desire for sex, or showing that I turned them on, but like most things, Milo did it differently. He approached it with typical enthusiasm, how he approached anything hewas passionate about, but his normal passion was the average person’s overly ecstatic.
