Page 19 of Unwrap Me After Dark
I push him backward until his legs hit the edge of the bed, then give a gentle shove. He falls onto the mattress, looking up at me with those blue eyes. I drop to my knees in front of him, unlacing his wet sneakers and pulling them off, followed by his soaked socks. My fingers move to the button of his jeans, hesitating for just a moment.
“Yes,” he breathes, anticipating my unasked question.
I unbutton and unzip his jeans, then hook my fingers into the waistband and pull. He lifts his hips to help, and I drag the wet denim down his legs, tossing it aside. He lies before me on the bed, wearing nothing but his underwear, the fabric doing little to hide his arousal.
I stand over him, savoring the sight. Water drips from my hair onto his stomach, making the muscles there tighten. I trail a finger along the elastic of his underwear, watching his breath hitch.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, my voice rough with need.
Liam nods, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“What about the fact that we’re stepbrothers?” I need to hear him say it, need to know he’s thought this through.
His eyes lock with mine, and a slow smile spreads across his face, tinged with something wicked. “I’ve always wanted my stepbrother to take care of me.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
His words send a jolt straight to my cock, so intense I have to grip the base through my jeans to prevent embarrassing myself. If he keeps saying things like that, I’m going to blow in my pants. It wouldn’t be the first time with him—the memory of stroking him off on the couch three days ago, coming untouched in my jeans while he fell apart in my arms, flashes through my mind.
I strip off my remaining clothes with frantic urgency, kicking aside my boots, peeling off my jeans and underwear in one go. Liam’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight of me, naked and painfully hard.
I climb onto the bed, straddling him, the weight of my body pressing him into the mattress. My hands pin his wrists above his head as I lean down to capture his mouth again. He arches up against me, the thin cotton of his underwear the only barrier between us. I can feel the rigid line of his erection against mine, and I rock my hips, creating delicious friction that tears a moan from his throat.
“What do you want, Liam?” I murmur against his lips.
His cheeks flush, and for the first time since this began, he looks uncertain, almost shy. “I’ve never been with a guy before.”
Something possessive and primal roars to life inside me. I’ll be his first. The knowledge is intoxicating, addictive. I drag my teeth down the column of his throat, feeling his pulse race beneath my lips.
“I’ll take care of you,” I promise, the words more sincere than anything I’ve said in years.
His hands, now free, trace patterns on my back, exploring with tentative curiosity. “Have you? Been with a guy before?”
I shake my head. “No. But is that what you want?”
His flush deepens, spreading down his neck to his chest. “Yes,” he admits, voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been thinking about it. Ever since last Christmas, when I saw you in the shower. I…wanted you inside me.”
“Fuck,” I growl, nipping at his collarbone hard enough to leave a mark. “I’ve done anal before,” I tell him. “It’s not that different. And I’ll make it good for you, I promise.” I press a bruising kiss to his mouth. “Don’t move.”
I dash to my room across the hall and rummage through my toiletry bag, retrieving a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms I’d packed out of habit. Thank god for muscle memory.
When I return to Liam’s room, I stop dead in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat. He’s sprawled across the bed, eyes closed, his underwear pushed down his thighs, one hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly.
“Fuck,” I curse, the sight nearly bringing me to my knees.
His eyes snap open, but instead of embarrassment, I see only heat in his gaze. He doesn’t stop touching himself as he watches me approach the bed.
I crawl over him, replacing his hand with mine. “Let me,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss him as I help him push his underwear the rest of the way off.
When we’re both fully naked, I align our cocks together, taking both in my hand. The feeling is electric—the silky heat of him against me, the subtle differences in shape and size. Liam stares down at where we’re joined, mesmerized.
“You’re bigger than me,” he murmurs, an edge of awe in his voice.
I smirk, squeezing us together. “Having second thoughts about letting me inside you?”
His eyes snap up to meet mine, defiant. “No.”
My cock twitches in my hand at his confidence. I establish a rhythm that has us both gasping within seconds. When I feel the telltale tightening in my balls, I release us, not wanting this to end too soon.
