The Stepbrother (Red's Tavern 5)

The moment Sam shut the front door behind him I pulled him in close to me, pushing my body up against his.

“Get your clothes off,” I uttered.

“Damn, you don’t waste any time,” Sam said.

“Got a problem with that?” I asked.

“God, no,” he uttered, running his fingertips along my chest. “Get your clothes off, too, then.”

“Done.”

I stripped off my own clothes, tossing them to the floor. I sighed as I took my cock in my hand, finally giving it a few good strokes after it had been nagging and insistent all night. It was an instant relief. But as I watched Sam getting naked in front of me, my cock just got harder in my hand.

“Yep,” he said, looking me over. “Can’t say I have a problem with that.”

“You have been driving me fucking crazy all day,” I told him before walking to the back of the RV where my bed was.

“How so?” he asked in a teasing voice.

“Making me want things.”

“Things? Elaborate. Use your words. I like hearing you talk.”

I chuckled, my voice low. I reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer to me. I ran my fingertips from his collarbone down to his nipple, then lower to rest on his hip. “You’re curious what I want?

“Very.”

“I want to fuck you.”

His eyes flared wide. “You really want that?”

“Desperately.”

He looked like I’d just told him he won the lottery. Like he barely believed it.

“Fox, have you ever fucked a guy before?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. But that doesn’t matter.”

“You must be really horny,” Sam said.

“I really want you,” I told him, leaning over to give him a gentle bite on his shoulder. I felt a rush of warmth run through me as he wrapped his arms around my body. “God, why do I want to fuck you so badly?”

“I know I’m hot,” Sam said, smiling at me as he pulled back a little. “And I know you’re exploring… everything.”

“Yes. And yes.”

“So maybe don’t worry about the why so much,” Sam said. He brought a hand to the side of my face, gently stroking his fingers through my hair. “I mean, if I have a hot guy like you basically begging to fuck me, there’s no way I’m going to say no. I’m into it.”

“Good,” I said. It really was a relief. I was aware that Sam was obviously just as hard as I was, and I knew he’d wanted more when he asked me to kiss him last night. But I had no clue if he’d be willing to get fucked or not. I had no clue if he even bottomed at all. I felt like a tourist in the world of gay sex, and I knew he was going to have to lead the way.

Just then, a peal of laughter floated in through the RV. We could easily hear the sounds of faint talking and laughing from out there.

“We’re going to have to be quiet,” I said.

Sam chewed his lower lip. “That isn’t my strong suit when I’m getting fucked.”

My cock pulsed. “You’re loud?”

“Not always loud, but always… vocal.”

It had always been one of my favorite things, knowing I was making someone feel good and having them be plenty vocal about it.

“Good. Now get over here.”

11

Sam

Fox went to sit on the bed, looking me up and down like he wanted to devour me. I walked up between his legs, leaning over him to push him back onto the bed.

His mouth was on mine again as I fought for dominance, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. My cock was already leaking precum in a neat, clear line, now dripping onto his cock. I slid my tip up and down slowly over the smooth skin of his shaft, rutting against him gently as I rocked my hips. It was barely anything—just the tip of my cock slightly making contact with his—but it was more than enough.

He let out a shuddering breath. “Keep teasing me like that and I’m going to kick you out of bed.”

“At least wait until we’ve both come before kicking me out,” I protested. “And then I’m sure I’ll be comfortable enough on the day bed tonight.”

“Just sleep in this bed with me,” he said.

I raised one eyebrow at him in disbelief. “Really?”

“I know you, Sam. And I know you’re going to want to cuddle afterward.”

I puffed out a laugh. “Shut up.”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Sure,” I said, cocking my head to one side. “I’ll cuddle you when you have your middle-of-the-night dreams and make a bunch of noises.”

He reached around me and smacked my ass. I gasped.

“Fuck,” I said. “There’s no way they didn’t hear that.”

“Oh, please,” he said. “I’m sure they’re arguing about whether creamy or chunky peanut butter is better still.”

He brought his hand back and spanked me again.

“You’re crazy,” I said, lying down with my back on the bed so he couldn’t do it again.