Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“He’s our needy little bottom tonight, isn’t he, Tay?”
“Yeah. Fuck him, Bren. I’m dying to see you fuck him.”
God, this was the perfect idea for one last time with him, but…what would it be like for Taylor to take me? What would it feel like to have him pound me the way we’re going to do with Dax?
I shake that thought out of my head. We can’t do that. It will only make things weird between us, and that’s the last thing I’d ever want.
I grab the condom and rip it open, then roll it down my shaft. Once I’ve slicked up with lube, I nod toward the mattress beside Dax. “Lie down, Tay. Watch me and jack that pretty cock of yours.”
“And wish it was your mouth around me again,” Taylor admits before doing as I asked.
Dax reaches out with one hand and strokes him. “It is fucking pretty. You tasted it?”
“Yeah. I’ve worked a few loads out of his balls.” I wink at Taylor, then tell Dax, “Now let’s get your tight little hole all open for him.”
“Hell yes.” He pushes his ass back toward me, hungry for more.
I press the head of my cock against him, watch him let me inside, feel the tight grip of his body while Dax takes me in.
“What does it feel like?” Taylor asks, hand stroking his dick, eyes firmly on me and Dax.
“So fucking good. He’s so damn tight, so hot around my cock. Jesus, there’s nothing like feeling the grip of an ass around your cock. You’re gonna love it, Tay. Gonna always want to find a hole to stick your dick.”
“Oh fuck.” He arches up, fucking into his fist. “Hurry.”
“Yes. That. Hurry,” Dax adds. “You know how much I loved it last time.”
My whole body burns with want. I grab his hips and thrust into him. I take him hard and fast, gaze going back and forth between Dax’s ass swallowing my dick and Taylor’s stare firmly on me, watching me fuck Dax while working his own cock.
My balls are ready to unleash. I’m not normally this quick, but something about fucking Dax while Taylor watches goes straight to my head.
“Fuck yes. Harder,” Dax says breathlessly.
“I want your mouth,” Taylor tells me, voice husky with need. “Give it to me.”
My best friend and future stepbro gets up on his knees, leans in close, and takes my mouth while I slam into Dax’s body. The position is slightly awkward but still hot, one of my hands at Taylor’s nape, holding him close while I tongue-fuck his mouth.
I’m teetering on the edge, my whole body overwhelmed with sensation, the feel of Dax’s hole and the taste of Taylor’s tongue. It’s too damn much, and I have to pull back from the kiss, from Dax before I shoot. I don’t know why I want to come so badly with Taylor.
“Fuck, Tay. Take him. It’s your turn. Show us what you can do.”
We’re quick and frenzied while we change places, Dax staying in position with his ass up in one hell of a sexy offering.
Taylor’s fingers are shaking slightly as he tries to roll the condom down, so I put my hand on his, meet his gaze, and ask softly, “We good?”
“Yeah. Do it for me,” he orders, and those four words are hotter than they should be. Taylor taking control like that sends heat zipping up my spine, partly because it’s sexy as hell but also because I know it’s something he feels comfortable doing because of me.
I roll the condom down Taylor’s thick shaft, then grab the lube and slick him up. “Gotta admit…I’m a little jealous,” I say. “He gets to have all this.”
A sexy shudder rips through Taylor.
Why did our parents have to go and fall in love?
“I want to give it to you,” Taylor admits. “But right now, Dax deserves some more dick.”
“Damn right I do,” Dax says.
“Help me put it in him,” Taylor says with a mischievous expression.
It’s something he could easily do himself, but I love the idea of helping him into his first guy. I grab his stiff cock and line him up, watching every inch push in until his dick disappears into Dax’s hole.
“He feels good. You opened him up good for me, Bren.” Taylor slides in and out, watching himself sink into Dax before pulling out again.
“You like that? Like taking Dax’s ass after me?” I run my fingers down his spine, touch him in a way I maybe shouldn’t be. We said that this worked, that this was okay because we were just messing around with Dax, so it doesn’t have as much to do with us. But Taylor knows the safe word. He’s not using it. Everything in his expression, the way he moves, the sounds he makes, the way he looks at me, all of it says he’s enjoying this as much as I am.