Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Of course he knows this is the only place I even gave a shit about when we were looking at that stuff.
“Damn right,” I say.
He’s all smiles. “Lead the way.”
I love how he lets me be the boss, until I need him to be my boss.
When we pass through a hall with private rooms on one side and stalls on another, I hear guys moaning, notice legs in the opening underneath. Another area has raised platforms and barriers with glory holes, where a few guys are blowing cock, really fucking going at it, like they’re competing to see who can get their guy off first.
Colin reaches down and feels my crotch. “Mmm-hmmm,” he says. “Maybe we should have done this sooner.”
I reach over and feel his girth. “Like a steel rod,” I note.
“I hope that hole’s ready for it.”
“Oh, it will be,” I assure him as we round the corner into another hall, where guys are gathered around a few open doorways along the wall.
A rush of excitement courses through me, like right before I do the live streaming.
“This looks right,” I whisper to Colin. There’s the tiniest tremble in my belly as we near the doorways. About a dozen guys stand outside the first, where three guys make out on a matted floor, stroking each other’s cocks. They’re so fucking hot, they look like someone should have a camera out to shoot the porn they belong in. In the neighboring room, a beefy guy pounds a guy from behind, pushing him up against the wall, the guy calling out, which is clearly getting their audience worked up as they watch, stroking their cocks and muttering to each other about what a good bottom the guy is.
I can’t help being envious, and as I turn to Colin, he steps up close behind me, whispering, “Don’t worry. They just haven’t seen what a good bottom you can be.”
My cheeks warm. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t need the encouragement.
And I’m glad Colin’s so generous with it.
The next room over doesn’t have anyone inside. Like the others, it’s matted, but there are mirrors on every wall.
“Well, that’s fucking hot,” Colin mutters as he assesses the space.
“They must not realize this room is open. It’s clearly the best one.”
“Maybe some other guys just left. Come on. We gotta put on a show.”
I’m equal parts eager and anxious. Colin must be able to tell because he rests his hand on the small of my back, guiding me onto the matted platform.
This is happening. This is really fucking happening…
As we get inside, I notice a rail along one of the walls. “Remind you of anything?” I ask as Colin hangs his towel on a rack by the door. I strip out of my towel too and set it on another beside his.
There are already some curious gazes at the doorway, peeking in to see what we’re up to.
I haven’t really thought this far out. Figured Colin and I would just do our thing, but now the pressure’s really on. And even with just these eyes on us, I notice my cock isn’t even a semi, but Colin is still like a stone.
“You good?” he asks, cupping my balls.
“Just nervous,” I whisper. “What if I’m not able to perform?”
He smirks. “Oh, precious Ash. I don’t think we have to worry about that.”
He offers a kiss, slipping his tongue in. He just knows what to fucking do with that thing, and between that and the way he toys with my balls, it quickly becomes apparent I won’t have any issues performing.
When he finishes massaging, his hand slides up to stroke me, and I take his cock in my grip. “You’re so hard,” I say between kisses.
“There’s a way you can make it even harder.”
I chuckle. I love that, even now, he’s able to be Silly Colin, which reminds me again that as long as he’s here with me, everything will be okay.
As I pull away from him, I notice guys crowding the doorway. I’m kind of shocked, considering they have two perfectly good shows going on next door, and Colin and I are just making out.
He glances over his shoulder, then back at me. “Everyone’s here to see you get fucked,” he says, which has my cock twitching. “So you ready to give your fans what they need?”
Between the audience at the doorway and Colin’s chill attitude, I find it easy to let go of the anxieties I thought might overpower me.
And that eager part takes over, something feral in me lurching at him, taking his mouth, more aggressively this time. I nibble at his bottom lip, tugging at it between my teeth before releasing. Colin has his eyes closed, and I squat down, kissing between his pecs, trailing down his body as I get on my knees so that thick cock is in front of me.