Page 105 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“More than okay,” he said, spreading his legs further and shifting closer to the back of the couch so his body was angled more toward me. “And if you ever get tempted to try something a little more, be my guest.”
“I can’t tell if you’re asking me to try fucking you in your sleep, or putting your dick inside me.”
“Mmm, I don’t have the same nifty little trick of relaxing like you, so we might want to try the second thing first.”
Which was when I realized he’d said he liked it when someone did it. That, of course, meant someone else had done it before, and I could take a good guess who that someone had been. We had never really gotten onto the subject of previous partners. I avoided it because the idea made my stomach twist in knots, making me want to start throwing things. I didn’t know why he felt the need to avoid the subject. Part of me wanted to think he felt the same way I did, but mostly I believed he sensed it was a topic I wasn’t ready to discuss and was politely avoiding it.
The ache from before was creeping back in, finding an inroad through the jealousy that flared up inside me. I had no right to be jealous that he’d had partners before me, and not just because he had been straight as far as we’d known until recently. It was the fact that he was a grown man, and he was damn well allowed to have been with other people because I didn’t have total and complete claim over him.
Except that was a rational thought, and I wasn’t always prone to being rational, especially now on the heels of being overrun by my insecurities and worries. I didn’t want to think about him being with another person, any more than I wanted to think about people I had been with. All I wanted was to have him, and for him to have me, to leave the rest of the world out of our apartment so it was just the two of us.
Something primal, almost feral, was rising inside me, and I needed to rid myself of it. The problem was, we had already begun the process that should have been enough to calm the new, uncomfortable creature growing in my head. Except...it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
“Oh, holy shit,” he groaned when I wrapped my hand back around the base of his cock and sucked him down deep again. “Ohfuck, hello.”
I had never lacked enthusiasm when giving him head, but it was something else entirely. I needed to feel him in my mouth, to feel the weight of him on my tongue, to feel him feeling my throat, throbbing against my tongue and my palm.
I watched his back arch as I sucked him down greedily, desperate to hear the moans spilling out of his throat. Desperation and hunger were leading the charge of my next moves, and I took a moment to wet a finger, finding his hole and pushing it into him to draw a new, almost desperate noise from him as well. It grew in intensity when I got my finger all the way in and curled it upward, finding the familiar part that made his body stiffen and pulled another groan from him.
The focus filling my mind was unlike anything I remembered. I had been seeking to exist purely in the moment, and I was doing it in a way I never thought possible. All that existed was him, what I was doing to him, and what I wanted to do to him. That he was helpless as I used my finger to rub his insides, knowingly driving more pleasure through him as I continued to use my other hand to cooperate with my mouth.
“Fuckinghell,” he swore again with a gasp. “I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you, but holy shit, keep going like that and I’m going to lose my mind.”
I pulled my mouth free, replacing it with my hand and slowing my strokes down, and the prodding of my finger inside him. “Nothing’s got into me, but I know what I want to get into you.”
His eyes widened. “Goddamn, you’re feeling?—”
I stared at him, waiting for him to finish, and then I realized I didn’twanthim to finish whatever was going to come out of his mouth. The problem with being with someone who knewyou too well was...well, they knew you too well. I could already see concern replacing the excitement and pleasure he had felt moments before as his brow creased and his lips began to purse. If I let him dig too deep, he might decide what I was doing was less important than what might be happening in my head. That worked against what I’d been trying to do, and I didnotwant to deal with my thoughts.
“I feel like we need something extra if I’m going to fulfill my current life’s ambition,” I said, cutting him off before he could say anything else.
His expression hung around momentarily before he snorted and rolled his eyes. “I’d accuse you of exaggerating, but for whatever reason, I can actually picture your lifelong ambition being to fuck me right now.”
“Any moment really.”
“Pretty sure another time you’d tell me your lifelong ambition would be for me to fuck you.”
“Hey, lifelong ambitions can change.”
“Not usually, that’s why they’re calledlifelongambitions. Not ‘suddenly in the moment because you’re stupidly horny’ ambitions.”
“I don’t know about stupidly horny, but?—”
“I am, so go get the lube you stupid horn dog, and don’t forget a towel this time. The last time we fucked on this couch without a towel, we didn’t do a good enough job cleaning up and turned it into a slip ’n’ slide that nearly broke my tailbone when I fell on the floor.”
I stood up and cocked my head. “Wait, is that what I heard the other night? You said nothing happened.”
“What?” he asked, and I felt my stomach twist delightfully when he reached down and began stroking himself slowly, trying to keep the pleasure going but not make himself come...yet. “Was I supposed to admit that I practically shot off the couchlike I was coming out of a water slide so you could give me shit for it forever?”
“You say after telling me it now.”
“Yeah, well, maybe some of that stupid rubbed off on my horny.”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
“Take it as a compliment so you can get what we need, so I can take something else.”
“Something else?” I wondered, opening my jeans to fish my dick out. “This, you mean?”
