Page 107 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“True,” he said, brushing my hair from my eyes and smiling. “And no. She wasn’t afraid to say when she liked something, and she’s never been afraid to tell me I’m the best sex partner she’s ever had. But she’s never...done this.”
“What’s that?” I asked, kissing the side of his thigh. “Reminded you that you’re gorgeous? Pointed out that your cock is fantastic? Told you that the very sight of you is enough to make me feel like I’m fourteen again, when I felt I was going to lose my mind all the time from how constantly horny I was? Or just outright told you I would worship the living hell out of this damn fine body just because it’s yours, and I wouldn’t care if you started getting fat, wrinkled, and losing your hair, I’d still be willing to drown you in the attention you deserve?”
“Yes,” he breathed out weakly. “Stuff like that. Nothing like that. And it would have been weird coming from other people. Not just Eva, who isn’t really the type to lavish attention on someone, but just because...it would feel weird.”
“Why?” I asked, feeling my jealousy cool at his words. Now that I had him talking, I brought my mouth to his balls and ran my tongue along the underside. I knew I had been right about having him riled up enough when his stomach flexed and his ass clamped down around my fingers as he grunted. I officially had him turned on enough that the extremely ticklish switch in his head had been flipped, and now he was just plain sensitive to my touch in the best way.
“Because they’re not you,” he got out with a gasp as I gently took one of his balls into my mouth, sliding my tongue over what I could reach without jostling it too much. “Because I guess everything has to be different with you, and always has been. Someone could say the same stuff to me, and I’d want them tostop; I’d be uncomfortable as hell. But you? God, I know you mean it, and I love hearing it from your lips every time. It drives me crazy, sometimes makes me wish I didn’t need to do anything else but be here, naked and enjoying everything you say and do.”
Tempting, oh so tempting, but even in my lust-besotted brain I knew it wasn’t possible. There was a whole world out there that we had to deal with. Friends, family, school, and our future. Well, and eventually even the sexual pleasure would run out. As horny as he made me, there were going to be times when I wanted to go out into the world and do other things that I loved, and hell, at some point, there was going to be chafing and tiredness.
That might not be possible for us, but plenty was still possible, and I was more than happy to take what I could get. We had been talking the whole time I was preparing him, and he was more than ready as far as I could feel with my fingers. Of course, that meant I had to pull free and let go of his dick, but life was full of sacrifices, and some things just had to be done.
That sacrifice was immediately worth it after I lubed myself up, positioned myself, and pushed in. There was a moment of resistance as my prep came to fruition, and I felt the grip of his ass wrap around the head of my cock with a pleasant squeeze. Eli let out a little breath, giving a slow blink before his body relaxed as I pushed in further. I knew what he was going through, even though he had bottomed before; it took more than a handful of times to adjust to the initial sensation. Even if there was no pain, it was strange, feeling something push into your ass.
He never asked me to stop or slow down, nor did he indicate in his body language that I should. Especially when I took his cock in hand and slowly stroked him as I slid in, overshadowing the odd feeling of being stretched with something more pleasurable. Even when I was fully inside, waiting for him toloosen up, I continued to stroke him, watching his face intensely as he let the pleasure roll through him.
I didn’t top all that often, not even with Eli, but damn, I wondered if it was time to change that. Deep inside him, I could feel his body heat wrapped around me, and the way his dick pulsed lightly in my hand. He was much more adept and comfortable with bottoming than I expected for a former straight man with very little bottoming experience. Maybe it just came down to our relationship and the fact that he was extremely comfortable with me and just that into me.
“Quit,” he said with a soft chuckle, pushing my hand off his dick. “You’re going to make me blow, and we both know if you do that, I’m going to be done and over with.”
“Fine,” I said with a snort, putting that hand on his thigh while the other remained on his hip. I hadn’t managed to make him come from just fucking alone, but if he was already that amped up, then maybe...just maybe there was a chance. I had experienced it a few times with him at the helm, and I wanted the opportunity to let him experience it. “You good?”
“It’s kinda funny,” he said as he looked up at me with that same intensity glinting in his eyes. “I always thought it was amusing that you get so anxious for me to start fucking you whenever I was waiting for you to be ready...but now I completely understand.”
“Yeah,” I said, fingers stroking his thigh. “Feels like you’ll go crazy if something doesn’t start happening soon.”
“Pretty much,” he said. “So if you would be so kind as to start moving before I lose my mind, that would be great.”
Which would have been the perfect moment for me to laugh, it was kind of funny to see the shoe on the other foot. Yet with everything boiling inside me, it was not the time to see the humor in anything. I was entirely sheathed within him, feelinghow warm and tight he was, and more importantly, he was demanding that I move.
It was time to do what he said.
I had underestimated just how hyped up I was, something I realized the moment I eased back and felt the sensation of leaving him. Tingles that were almost shivers rolled through me as I eased back and then slid back in, and that alone was enough to make a moan fall from my lips. Eli had always felt good, whether it was him in me or me in him, but my body was thrumming with a previously unknown power as I pushed back in. He wasn’t even fiercely tight, but the grip threatened to make me dizzy with pleasure as I groaned heavily and bottomed out.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed, his voice weak, and I knew I wasn’t the only one feeling it.
My self-control had to strangle my desire to go all out as I picked up the pace. I leaned back, using the light of the TV, the noise falling to the background as I listened to his desperate breaths, and watched myself slide in and out. With a groan, I began pumping my hips in earnest, trying to use the angle to thrust up in the direction I knew would make his toes curl.
Electricity shot through me, gripping my core, and I gave another heavy groan. I didn’t even care that I was feeling my orgasm approach; I kept going. Even as my muscles tightened and my breath caught, I stayed inside him.
“Oh, holy shit,” he groaned as I knew he had to be feeling me pulse and twitch as I came. “Fuck, are you?—”
He stopped as I reared back and thrust in again, not caring that my body, more specifically my dick, was protesting. Overstimulation quickly turned into a newfound sense of pleasure. The feeling was too much and not enough as I picked up the pace. The sound of skin meeting skin fiercely, filled the air. My arms shook as my legs tried to wobble, but I fought to stay steady as I began to pummel his insides.
He was clearly feeling it in the best way as his legs wrapped around my back, not to restrain me but simply to rest as I fucked into him with a newfound passion. His head pushed into the back of the couch as he groaned, his hands wrapping tightly around my arms as he let me do whatever I wanted to him. He wasn’t just trusting me, but giving up every ounce of control in the knowledge that I had him, giving himself over to his own pleasure.
The thought made me wild as I fucked into him, knowing I was hitting the right spot over and over again as his heels pressed into my back and his nails bit into the skin of my arm. His insides were warm and slick, even slicker now I’d come inside him, a fact that sat in the back of my mind, egging me on even more. The sense of being overly stimulated had disappeared, and now it was just the two of us, me desperate and intent, him groaning and giving in to the ecstasy I prayed I was successfully giving him.
His eyes flashed open from their half-lidded state, the haze clearing as he stared at me. “Oh shit, oh shit, fuck yes, Milo, keep going, keep...oh shit I’m?—”
It took everything in my being not to reach down and grip his cock, but there wasn’t enough self-control in the world to keep me from picking up the pace. I never changed the angle or the depth, but now I was intent on hammering away at his insides, hitting the nerves that I knew from personal experience felt like it was taking over your entire body with pleasure. I watched his body rapidly tighten, a spring wound so tightly it could snap at any moment from the tension.
I felt one of his hands move from my arm, and I grabbed it as I continued to fuck him fiercely. A groan of frustration left him, but I watched in the low light as his dick, now shining from how badly he was leaking, bounced and slapped against his stomachas I fucked him. His head reared back, and I felt him tighten around my shaft as I continued to bury myself inside him.
His mouth fell open, and whatever he was planning to say was lost as he gave a hard moan that quickly morphed into a shout. His body became wire-tight, and he shoved against me, legs tightening around my back, holding me in place. Unable to move, I watched as his stomach tightened and his dick gave a hard twitch before his ass wrapped around me so tightly I wasn’t even sure I would have been able to move if I’d wanted to.
I had never really paid attention to how much someone came before, but I found myself wide-eyed as the first spurt from his cock splattered against his cheek and across his neck. The next coated his chest, then his stomach as his body remained wired, the noises he made filling the air as he held on to me, the one arm held by me balled into a fist.
