Page 144 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
He looked me over, his brow rising. “Are you trying to seduce me with heavy compliments?”
“I’m trying to seduce you because, dressed like this, you’re practically begging to be seduced.”
“Well, stop it.”
“I mean...your pants unbutton pretty easily, don’t they?”
“Milo. No. And don’t tell me you brought lube because we arenotrisking lube on these clothes when we’re going to be standing in front of everyone in the middle of a sacred ceremony in like...twenty minutes.”
I sank to my knees, gripping his pants. “Who needs lube? You look delicious, and I’m going to suck you off until you believe me.”
“I always believe you when you say that. You don’t have to suck me off,” he said, but his attempts to push me away were weak.
Turns out I didn’t have to suck him off to make him believe me, but he believed me anyway, and I still sucked him off. The guy was wound so tightly I was surprised he didn’t burst the minute I took him in my mouth. As it was, I did a good enough job that he forgot my hair required time and effort to make it behave. His fingers closed in the locks so he could move my headas I sucked him deep until he blew down my throat with a soft moan I could hear but wouldn’t carry out to the hallway.
“See?” I said as I tucked him back into his pants and wiped my mouth with a towel. “You’re looking more relaxed than ever.”
“Because that was totally why you decided to do that,” he grumbled, kissing me, and the little bastard decided to swipe his tongue over mine, tasting himself and squeezing my ass. Yeah, we would make it through the ceremony without me getting fucked, but there was no way I was waiting until the end of the reception.
“I did it because you’re hot as fuck,” I said, and my phone clicked a few times as I took pictures of us. “That it helped you relax is a bonus I’m not going to turn down.”
“What is in that picture?” he demanded as he adjusted his pants.
I sorted through them until I found the one I liked and held it up so he could see and approve it. You couldn’t see much below his waist, though you could tell his pants were undone. My hair was a mess, and my cheeks were still flushed. All in all, not bad, but it would grab the attention of people who didn’t flip by it, assuming it was just a cute wedding picture.
“Fine,” he said with a shake of his head.
I quickly set it up. “Alright, let’s see...my hair...got all messed up...sad emoji...wink emoji. Hashtag?—”
Sighing again, he reached up and adjusted my hair as I set up the posts. We’d both agreed that while Raf’s idea of doing OnlyFans might garner us a good chunk of change from people who’d love to see us naked and fucking, especially with the added ‘taboo’ of us being ‘brothers,’ but we had ultimately decided it wasn’t for us. That didn’t mean I couldn’t post the occasional suggestive image that let people know we were still a happy and active couple. Once upon a time, not that long ago, I would have believed such a thing would backfire on us, butinstead, it was getting us all sorts of attention, and I was happy to soak that and the income it brought up.
“There,” he said after I was done and turned to look in the mirror. “Best I can do.”
“Close,” I said with a smile, leaning in to adjust it better. “You can never get it to look right.”
“I’m better at messing up your hair than fixing it,” he grumbled.
“You have a point,” I said, leaning back against him as he wrapped his arms around my middle and hugged me tight. I could still feel his nervousness, but it was better now he’d gotten off, and because I was there. We were still the rock the other needed, even though sometimes I wondered how I could have a steadying effect onanyone.
But that was what Eli needed from me sometimes, and I swore to him three years ago I would never let him need that from me and go without it. At the time, I made the promise because I’d failed to keep it at what should have been the beginning of our relationship, and the guilt had threatened to choke me. I’d made it thinking that, as easy as words were to speak, following through wasn’t as easy, especially when things started to get hard.
To my surprise, though, the temptation to repeat that part of our history never occurred to me, not even for a moment. Maybe it was because nothing had been as terrifying as when I’d seen that video that prick had posted, but I liked to think it was because I’d learned my lesson. Nothing had hurt as much as hurting Eli, and I would do whatever it took to take away his pain, not add to it.
“How did you get away from Moira? I know she was assigned to you when everyone thought I was trustworthy,” he chuckled. “And your original babysitter abandoned you for Marshall.”
I wrinkled my nose at the mention of Raf and his...plus one. “I drove her crazy enough to make her go see if she could get a hit off a joint being smoked out back.”
“Doing what?”
“Nothing.”
“Uh-huh.”
“It was nothing! She was just strangling me and kept accusing me of squirming. I was worried she was gonna try to kill me. I reminded her that orange wasn’t her color and she just...left.”
“You were you,” he said affectionately, kissing my cheek. “That’s enough for her...and me.”
“I really hope you meant that in two different ways,” I grumbled.
