Page 94 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
“But right now I’m enjoying this more than the idea of you kneeling on this uncomfortable floor just to give me head.”
“Just,” he said with a frown. “I don’t like that word. It’s more thanjustgiving you head.”
“What is it then?”
“It’s about making you feel good. About showing you that you mean something to me, that I like making you feel good, and being the center of attention. Ofmyattention.”
I suppose that was essentially what anyone wanted to convey to their partner when it came to sex. Sure, there was always wanting to get off, wanting to experience your own pleasure, but with a partner you were connected with and planned to spend long periods of time with? Well, yeah, you wanted to make themfeel good, not only give them pleasure, but share in the pleasure you gave them.
“You make me feel good by having patience with my grumpy ass in the morning,” I began, shushing him with a look when his mouth opened. “You show me I mean something to you by putting in the extra work to make not only the good coffee, but in the good way. You make me feel good by showing me the attention you do. And while I know I’m not the only thing in your life, I’ve always known I’m a core part of it, and that hasn’t changed. I don’t need blowjobs to know all that; I have years of experience.”
His expression was conflicted before he swallowed his protests and nodded. “Yeah.”
“You’re not convinced,” I said because it wasn’t a question.
He gave me a sheepish smile. “I know you mean it.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re so...you.”
“I’m going to pretend that’s a good thing...or an okay one at least.”
I sighed, tightening my grip on his waist to turn us around and push him against the counter with absolutely no warning. His eyes widened, and then my mouth pressed into his neck, breathing in the faint smell of the lotion he’d used earlier and dragging my teeth down the sensitive skin to hear him breathe weakly. “No one knows me like you do, and no one treats me like you do, before the sex and after.”
He was quiet as I pushed my hand down the back of his pants, grabbing one half of his ass and squeezing as I nipped at his shoulders. “And if you think that’s just mushy shit, you’re wrong. You glance at me, and I feel like the sexiest creature to exist, which is saying something when you’re at the top of that list. Just because I don’t want you gagging on my dick right now doesn’t mean I don’t think about how you sound when I’m deep inside you, that I don’t obsess over the noises you make whenyou’re close and I’m pounding into you, that I don’t dream of your mouth wrapped around me.”
“Jesus Fucking Christ,” he hissed, and I didn’t have to grope to know that even if he wasn’t hard, he was damn close.
“Butfor the moment,” I emphasized as I leaned back, letting my hands rest on his hips and staring into his slightly dazed eyes. “I’m enjoying us just...being us.”
He shook himself. “God, okay...shit.”
I chuckled. “And maybe it’s fun to rile you up and string you along for a while until I decide when to pounce.”
His gaze cleared, and he frowned. “You’re being a tease?”
“A tease that’s going to deliver on the promise,” I said with a grin, stepping back and taking my coffee with me. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get dressed.”
“You are the worst!” he called after me, telling me I had definitely won that round and he was going to fume.
He didn’t need to know I hadn’t figured out I was going to tease him until the last second. Milo was the best at improvisation, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have my moments. Especially because I knew he would stew on it and build it up in his head for a while longer. I had every intention of following through on my ‘promise,’ but for now, I was content to get ready for the day and let him think just a little too hard on what I planned to do and when.
My phone buzzing as I entered my room was a nice distraction. I mindlessly answered the call and set it to speaker. “Yo.”
“Wow,” came Eva’s sarcastic voice through the speaker as I rooted through the drawers for underwear. “Before noon on a Saturday, and you’re sounding awakeandchipper? Who sucked you off?”
“Not everything is about sex,” I reminded her as I settled on a jockstrap. It had been a gag gift from Milo years ago, the gagbeing that it was supposed to be very gay underwear that he was now going to pass onto me as if it worked like an honorary gay pass...don’t ask, that was Milo logic for you. I had to admit, though, it was pretty comfortable when it came to working out, and well...it emphasized key places when I was wearing it. Perfect for my idea. I slipped it on and began digging for a shirt and pants. “Please tell me you are not hitting me up for sex right now.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it; you’re clearly too good for that,” she said in a lofty tone that I didn’t trust for a second. Not because I thought she was lying about wanting sex, but because she was clearly up to something. That wasn’t quite the same thing as my knowing Milo; Eva really wasthatobvious when mischief was afoot.
“Uh-huh,” I said as I yanked on a shirt, looking over my pants options and choosing the jeans I’d worn for a couple of hours the other day and had thrown over the back of a chair. I was generally a neat person, but with jeans? C’mon, it had been at most three hours, and I hadn’t done anything significant in them. “What can I do for you?”
“Well, you see,” she said, and I used her dramatic pause to gather my gym bag and yank my jeans on. “I was hoping you were ready to hang out again, you know.”
I stilled, knowing there was no point denying what she meant; we both knew she was trying to corner me about something. I was sure it was about what might or might not be happening between Milo and me. She had been another person who’d made jokes about the two of us in the past, but looking back, I wondered if perhaps there was more than a germ of truth in her accusations.
“Alas,” I said, snatching up my phone and flipping the speaker function off to press the phone to my ear. “My weekendis packed. I can’t fit in one of your long and probably nerve-testing conversations.”
“Is that how we’re going to play it?” she asked coolly, and I winced. She might be an ‘ex’ in other people’s eyes, but she was a hell of a lot more than that for me. Sure, the sexual aspect of our former relationship had cooled, but hadn’t died until recently, but for me, our friendship and our sexual relationship had been two different things. It hadn’t occurred to me until now to wonder if perhaps she didn’t see that difference, if they blended in her mind. That lasted all of three seconds before I shrugged it off. Again, I might not know her like I knew Milo, but I knew she wasn’t hanging on quietly, hoping our separate friendship and sexual relationship would blend into something romantic again.
