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)
“Fuck, Taylor,” he manages to say after a kiss.
I lean back, then thrust against him again. “You’ve been teasing me with this ass for weeks. It’s so fucking mean.”
“How do you expect me not to show it off when you look at it the way you do?”
“We said we wouldn’t do anything. For our parents. We can’t think with our dicks on this.”
“You’re right,” he says before kissing me again.
I push him toward the wall, and he places a hand beside the frame to brace himself as my hands get to work, pulling down his athletic shorts, exposing that gorgeous ass.
“I just want to see it,” I say.
Just another lie I tell myself.
“You’d like the view better if you pulled down your pants too.”
He’s not wrong, so I undo my fly, pull down my pants and underwear. My cock springs free, and I run it between his ass cheeks, telling myself this is totally fine.
Not breaking our rule.
Not at all.
“God, you’re so fucking hard,” he whispers.
Even the way he’s talking right now is getting me going, and I thrust. “You want it inside you? Is that why you’ve been fucking torturing me?”
“You know I do.”
There’s a release in my chest, the freedom that comes from being reminded how much he wants me too.
He licks into my mouth, and I say, “We have to stop.”
“Yeah, we do,” he says before offering another kiss.
I grab hold of his ass, gripping firmly.
“You know you want to, Tay. You also know I’m great, and it’s been a while since I’ve bottomed, so it’d be nice and tight for you.”
“Dammit,” I say, grunting as I struggle against the intense, feral desire overtaking me.
I have to have him.
He’s mine to fuck.
Knock. Knock.
Brenner and I turn at the same time toward the door.
“I’m killing whoever that is,” Brenner says before kissing me again.
I refasten my fly, he pulls up his shorts, and we answer the door. It’s Atlas, who forgot he’d brought his own controller over. He takes it and leaves.
Brenner and I stand by the door, cooled down a bit, but still sporting intense erections.
“Glad we stopped before anything happened,” I lie.
“Yeah.” I know Bren well enough to know he’s lying too.
“I should probably do some homework.”
“Same.”
“Feels like I’m the one doing all the talking now. That’s your thing, isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh,” he says, cracking a smile, and we share a laugh.
In the moment, when we were fixing the frame, our cocks took control, but now that I can think straight again, I remember what a shit idea it would be to selfishly cave.
“Our parents,” I remind him.
He nods. “Yeah. That was a dumb slipup.”
“I agree.”
“Bound to happen. Just…I’m gonna go to my room now.”
“That’s a good idea.”
I kind of wish he hadn’t said that. I would have loved to get him back on the sofa and finish what we started.
I head to my room, knowing we did the right thing, but really wishing Atlas hadn’t interrupted so I could have dicked down my future stepbro.
12
Brenner
It’s been a long month…a long five weeks?…since the threesome that will go down in Brenner’s Book of Sexual Escapades as one of the hottest experiences of my life. Strangely, quite a few of them involve Taylor, even though our experience together is pretty limited. Something about our hookups is always different, this mixture of fun, sexy, and just…next level? For whatever reason, touching him is better than when I hook up with someone else.
Something I haven’t done since the last school year. It was one thing when I was having regular orgasms with him, but I haven’t had one with anyone other than myself in too long. Hence why it feels like it’s been a long five hundred years…
The incident with the picture nearly did me in. I’m not sure if Taylor knows just what he’s doing to me. I swear I haven’t walked around with a boner this often since I first started jerking off and discovered the joy of orgasms. I wanted him to fuck me so bad, still do. I’m vers and love both giving and receiving, but the thought of taking Taylor’s cock makes my whole body come alive. Like, I swear, it alters my brain chemistry, turning everything up a notch, and for someone like me, who’s typically already running on a higher frequency, it’s a lot. I’m more than a little obsessed with the idea, so I have to constantly remind myself why we can’t.
I should also be focusing on the lecture my professor is giving in my Regional Infrastructures class rather than thinking about Taylor’s dick.
I force myself to pay attention to Prof. Rector, and eventually lose myself in what he’s saying. I really do love this, both the theoretical and the practical aspects. I always have. My dad owns a construction company, one that does a lot of large contracts and big designs. While he’s always been the builder, I’ve always been more interested in design, which is why I’m majoring in architecture. When I was a kid, Mom used to buy me every possible kind of Lego, robotics kits, and these little gear things where I could build just about anything. I was always creating something, then taking it apart to build something new. When I got older, I would draw out my plans and then construct them—houses, skyscrapers, whatever I could think of. It’s always been a natural thing that keeps my brain engaged.