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)
“Yes. God yes.” His fingers are digging into Dax’s slim hips as he fucks into him. Taylor concentrates on what he’s doing, the muscles in his neck corded. He’s good at everything he does, so it’s no surprise that fucking is the same. Something about Taylor just makes people feel good no matter what he’s doing.
I rip the condom off and toss it to the floor. Just as I take myself in hand, Dax says, “Fuck that. You’re not wasting a load when I’m around. I want you both.”
I have to admit, that’s a good fucking idea.
“Why don’t you fuck his mouth while I take his ass,” Taylor says.
My dick twitches—something about that is insanely hot. And I love seeing Taylor more confident about sharing what he wants now that he’s balls-deep in his first guy.
“Yeah,” I say. “But we still have to come together. I won’t have it any other way.”
“Me neither,” he says with a playful smirk, licking his lips like the thought of us coming in Dax at the same time is getting him as worked up as it’s getting me.
And now it’s like my only mission is to make his dirty fantasy come true.
We move around the bed so I can kneel in front of Dax. He swallows me down immediately, the hot, wet suction of his mouth making me see stars. When my vision clears, I meet Taylor’s gaze over him, both of us fucking into Dax together, almost like our movements are synchronized, some kind of dance we’ve never practiced but know the moves to.
Dax is as good at taking dick as I remember. I move my hands up and down his back, then feel my fingers brush against Taylor’s. An electric shock sparks where our skin meets, then shoots up my body.
I do it again…and again, simple touches while we enjoy the man between us.
Dax’s movements become more urgent, and I can tell by how he swallows my cock that he’s getting close. No one has even touched his dick, but evidently, he doesn’t need it, at least not tonight.
“Oh fuck. His ass is tightening,” Taylor says, and Dax jerks slightly, no doubt shooting all over the blanket beneath him.
He keeps going, though, keeps taking us, keeps sucking me through his orgasm, and then I’m falling. “Fuck, Taylor. I’m gonna fill him up. Come with me.”
Our fingers touch again, and then his jaw tightens, body stiffening as I spill down Dax’s throat and he fucks his way through an orgasm of his own.
That was. So hot.
The three of us collapse onto the bed, Taylor getting rid of his condom. Dax is between us, clearly dick-drunk, his eyes glazed and blissed out.
“Holy shit. That was so damn good,” he says.
I nod, feeling oddly speechless, which might be a first.
“I should go,” Dax says.
“You don’t have to,” I tell him. The last thing I want is for the guy to feel like he’s been used and kicked out.
“I know.” He grins, pushes up and kisses me, then does the same to Taylor. I can’t help watching their tongues move together, and a moment later, Dax is climbing off the bed. “It’s still pretty early. I’m gonna head back to the bar.”
I laugh, totally not surprised.
“You only live once.” Dax shrugs while picking up his clothes. “I’m gonna clean up in the bathroom, then see myself out. Thanks for a good time.”
I watch as he leaves, closing the door behind him.
“Is he going to hook up again?” Taylor asks.
“Yep.” I roll to my side, sitting up on my elbow. “Are we good? That was…”
A smile stretches across his face. “Fun.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, it was.”
“And technically, we didn’t really break the rules.”
“I’m pretty sure we did.”
“They’re our rules, Bren, so only we get to decide that.”
I nod, then for some reason, I touch his hair, letting the strands fall through my fingers. “But it wasn’t very stepbrotherly.”
“I’m sure Ash, Colin, Troy, and Atlas would beg to differ.”
“So remind me again why we can’t keep having fun together?” But really, I know the answer.
“Because our parents are getting married, and if they somehow found out, it might be weird for them. We love them and don’t want to do anything to hurt their chances at happiness just because we have fun getting off.”
He’s right. Of course he’s right, and I agree with him, but… “It’s only sex. What are the chances they would find out we’re hooking up? It’s not like we’re in love.”
“Exactly. It’s not like we’re in love, but they are. If we had feelings or something like Atlas and Troy or Colin and Ash, that’d be another thing. But my mom’s been through too much already with the Piece of Shit, and if Keith makes her happy, I want her spending her time planning the wedding, not being more concerned with my feelings because of what we’re doing.”