Page 61 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
The same thrill shot through me as he held me close, wary at first, and then holding me tight as I didn’t fight him off. I felt like a fuse box shot with too much at once, firing in all directions and shutting off where necessary. Suddenly, curiosity and intrigue didn’t matter; only the feel of his lips on mine, his body pressed against me, and the hand wrapped around a part of me that might have been half awake before but was now fully on board.
“Oh,” I managed, breathless and taken by surprise but not shocked as he pushed forward, his lips parting as he shifted his hand. I briefly wondered if he was backing off in one way but continuing in another. That was until I felt not his grip through my shorts, but his hand, uncovered and undeterred, wrapping around my bare cock. The kiss had been the primer, but the feeling of skin on skin in the most intimate way yanked a soft moan from me. I was questioning because I mean...it was another guy and Milo of all people making it happen, but it was genuine all the same.
“Fuckyes,” he groaned at the sound, surging forward and taking advantage of my surprise. I found myself on my back as he continued to kiss me, but now he had managed to shove my shorts down enough to free my straining cock. The sudden aggression, theconfidence,made me shiver as his hand wrapped around me, almost seeming to kiss me with the same beat of his mouth working against mine.
Distantly, I knew it wasn’t even the whole experience, but still...hello?
It was something alright.
His mouth slipped from mine, and I almost protested until his lips brushed against my chin and neck. I had only a moment of confusion before I felt suction, wet and desperate, on my neck,and I arched, exposing my neck without thinking. His breath gusted over my skin, and I felt electricity, hot and cold, shoot up and down my spine.
“Why,” he hissed, and I groaned as his teeth slid against my neck and down to the junction of my shoulder, “do you sound better than any dream I’ve ever had?”
“Because you’ve never done this before,” I moaned, holding him close until he moved down.
“Wait,” he promised.
“Wait?” I asked.
But then came the feel of his mouth on my barely exposed stomach, and the hot but enticing breath on my hard-on. I realized what he was trying to do, and my eyes widened, but I did not try to stop him.
And then warmth gusted over the head of my cock.
Claustrophobic heat closed around the tip.
It sank.
Oh God, itsank.
A shuddering gasp rocked out of me, and my eyes flashed down. The one thing I never expected to see was on full display in front of me.
Milo.
Hand gripping the base of my cock. His mouth wrapped around the head.
His mouth working its way further down while his hand worked its way up. Mouth on the upper part of my dick and a hand on the lower part. The result was another groan as curiosity was replaced by pleasure, eagerness, and need. I sank into the moment as his mouth sank deeper onto me, and I gasped. I could feel his smugness at my pleasure radiating off him in palpable waves.
Usually, it was my job to make sure he didn’t get too full of himself, which the normally highly confident man was morethan capable of when left to his own devices. In this case, though, I was going to let him be as smug as he wanted because goddamncould he suck dick. Not that I’d ever doubted it was possible, mostly because I’d never fully considered it. Now I was getting a front row seat to an answer to a question I’d never asked before, and there wouldn’t be a single complaint passing my lips.
“Fuck,” I hissed as he used mouth and hand in tandem. I didn’t know if it was his way of making up for an inability to deep throat or if this was just the method he liked to use. I didn’t care what the reason for his choice was, not while he was making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
It was when his head dipped further and the little bastard didsomethingwith his throat that I finally gave in to temptation and groaned loudly. My hand fell onto his head, fingers gripping hard as he continued doing whatever the hell he was doing before pumping and sucking my dick with renewed vigor. I didn’t even try to pretend like he wasn’t about to suck the soul right from my body; my grip on his hair and on the rug beneath me tightened. All I could do was hold him while he did what he’d always apparently wanted to do.
“Ohshit, M-Milo,” I tried to gasp out in warning. I liked to do it because, hell, in someone else’s shoes, I would want someone to warn me before they went off like a champagne bottle. Preferably, before it blasted down my throat or caught me in the face when I pulled back. Except in this case, I didn’t know how much of a goddamn mess I was about to make, but it took more energy than usual to get the warning out.
Whatever fraying shreds of self-control I had were erased from existence when Milo met my warning with a low groan, a moan so wanton there was no way for me to construe it as anything but the height of his dreams coming true. The thought was enough to send me over the edge, and I cried out,unthinkingly shoving my hips up into his mouth and coming hard as his throat wrapped around me again. I swore, and then made a sound that probably would have been mistaken for speaking in tongues by a medieval clergyman. Pleasure wracked me, making me bow forward as I came down his throat with Milo holding me as tightly and as desperately as I was holding him.
The end of my orgasm was like the flick of a switch, and the light going out took my strength with it as I slumped backward. I stared at the ceiling, only finding the energy to look down when I saw Milo move. I didn’t know how to feel about the sight of him, rock hard and leaking, jerking off in front of me furiously, but I knew I was riveted.
Still fascinated, I watched as his hips bucked, a hard groan pulled from him as he bowed forward. Warmth spattered over my stomach and groin. More important was watching Milo’s face. I had seen plenty of his expressions over the years, and just about every emotion he’d ever felt...except that one. I was utterly caught up in watching the pure pleasure stretch over his features, knowing that while he had been the one to finish the job, my participation, my willingness, my pleasure, every part of my involvement had brought him to the point where he was making a complete mess of my torso.
Well...that was an intoxicating feeling.
His eyes opened as he sagged, and I could see the hesitancy and worry pierce the fog of his orgasm. Which was important, but I took a moment to reach down, running my finger through the cum he had left on my stomach. In for a penny, in for a pound, I brought it to my mouth. It was...well, the taste wouldn’t make you ask for the recipe, but it wasn’t terrible either. I could even see how someone might enjoy it, if only because of what it represented.
“What the fuck,” Milo muttered softly, bringing my attention back to the real world.
“What?” I asked, glancing around, sighing, and removing my shirt to wipe myself down. “God, you made one hell of a mess. How long were you… Oh shit.”
