Page 69 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“I’m not sure how I feel about you thinking about this as a series of steps.”
“Milo?”
“What?”
I watched as he reached down to grab the base of his cock, holding it out. “Do you want me to fuck you tonight or not?”
Even if I had a damn good reason to hold off...which I didn’t...because yes... yes I did. “Wish you would have told me. I'm not sure if my old stash of lube is any good.”
“Ugh,” he said, making me feel a little better when he looked sheepish and nervous. I was slightly disappointed when he tucked himself back into his pants, but I raised a brow when he reached into his pocket, and I heard a faint crinkling. Then, he drew out a few packages of what I recognized as lube. “So, I grabbed these. You know, just in case.”
I stared at him. “You...brought lube?”
“I mean, it felt like the kind of night where we would end up crashing here. And if not, then it wouldn’t hurt to have it on me. And if you weren’t down with it, I wouldn’t need to worry about them. It just felt right to have them even if I didn’t use them.”
I totally wasn’t ready to drop to the floor of the hallway and let him have his way with me, not me. “I...don’t think I have any condoms left in the room either. None that aren’t expired.”
“Oh,” he said, his face falling. “I completely forgot that you’d want those.”
“I was thinking more along the lines that I’ve been way more sexually active with way more people, so more for you than me.”
“Uh, don’t you exclusively use condoms unless you’re monogamous and been with someone for close to a year?”
“With a couple of exceptions...yes.”
“Recent exceptions?”
“No.”
“And you still get tested.”
“Yeah, negative every time, including last month.”
“Then I don’t need condoms. Fuck that, I trust you, of fucking course I do.”
“Well, sure, but?—”
“Milo?”
Oh no. “What?”
“Do you want me to bareback you and come as deep as I can reach with my dick?”
Damn it. “Yes.”
“Then get moving, because I’m pretty sure I’m more than okay with this, so stop acting like I’m an invalid or that you’re some groomer and get that ass moving.”
I laughed, feeling that weird sense ofsame but differentthat filled every moment of sexual interaction between us. Going to the end of the hall, I reflected on how much our sexual interactions were new only because they had to do with sex. Take that away, and we were acting the same way we would about anything else we treated seriously. Usually, I was the one shrugging my shoulders and going with the flow, but there were times when that role had fallen to Eli, who, like now, had accepted it with good grace and humor...and a touch of aggression that in a sexual situation was doing little to keep me in control.
He veered off, going toward my old room, which was right next to his old room, and opened it with the key. Each room had its own lock, and we were given a copy while our parents held onto the original. Eli and I had made sure the other had a copy from the moment we were given different rooms, and we still carried them around. I followed him inside, turning on the soft lighting along the baseboards. We only needed enough to stumble toward my bedroom, everything thrown into light and dark contrast by the soft lighting.
Twisting around, I took hold of him again and drew him closer. The lighting was dim, but I had no problem finding his mouth with mine...save for a minor hiccup where I found the corner instead. Then our mouths were together, my hands on his pants, opening them again, shoving at his jeans and underwear. They weren’t going to go far, but it was far enough to wrap my hand around his cock again and revel in the sound of his short breaths at my touch.
“You sure?” I asked, my lips brushing his.
“Milo,” he said in warning, and I grinned. I meant my concern, but I wasn’t stupid enough to keep provoking him. As much as I didn’t want to push him too hard, I also didn’t want to accidentally ruin the chance to have what I’d always wanted.
Since I apparently needed to stop questioning him, I tried to shake the worry as I stepped back, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and hoisting it up and off. I reached for him only for him to shove his own shirt off, and now my eyes had adjusted to the low light, I could see him removing the rest of his clothes. Not to be outdone, I did the same, waiting till he’d kicked his last sock off before grabbing him by the wrist and drawing him to the bed.
