The Stepbrother (Red's Tavern 5)

“Now, you still need to go a little slow—fuck.”

I broke off as I felt the tip of his cock push up against my hole. He apparently didn’t need any instruction at all, because what he was doing felt incredible, and was honestly maybe too slow.

I already wanted more. It was a little painful as he pushed the tip further inside me, but it was well worth it.

“God, that is good,” I uttered, relaxing a little, slowly able to push back up against him.

“You get me so hard, Sam,” Fox whispered as he sank into me. “Do you have any idea how badly I want to push all the way into you right now?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I’m not,” he said, pulling in a sharp breath. He gripped one of my ass cheeks hard, humming deep and low. “But goddamn, I want to.”

I gripped the silky soft bedsheets in front of me harder, bending a little deeper. Truthfully, I wanted it just as badly. I wished I could back up on him, taking all of his cock at once. It really had been too long since I’d been fucked, and I certainly had never expected it from Fox.

My cock throbbed as the thought raced through my head. Fox was fucking me. The same Fox who barely had interacted with me when we were in high school. The same Fox who I had hated until very recently.

The problem was that his body felt so, so fucking good next to mine. It was as if all of my previous memories of him floated away the moment we were close to each other. It seemed more ridiculous not to be with him, at this point.

He ran his fingertips down my back slowly as he pushed a little deeper into me.

“Fuck,” I said, probably a little too loudly. It was a total mix of pleasure and pain, stretching open for him but also wanting his cock deep in me so badly.

“Quiet,” he said, his voice breathy.

“You feel so good,” I uttered. I pushed back, impatient and wanting more.

“Mmh,” he hummed deeply, finally able to sink all the way in. He paused there, letting me adjust. “That is perfect.”

“I needed this so badly.”

“Tell me about it.”

Finally, he was able to fuck me in earnest. His thrusts were slow at first, and I felt myself unwinding bit by bit, able to let him fully take me.

Being fucked had always made me feel sort of like I belonged to the person fucking me, even if it was just in the moment during a casual hookup. But more than ever before, I felt like I was truly giving myself to Fox.

I couldn’t pretend anymore. Couldn’t pretend that I didn’t want him badly, that I didn’t love every second of being with him.

“Harder,” I whispered, and I swore I could feel his cock throb just because I asked it.

He didn’t waste any time, thrusting faster into me, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm. On one thrust, he pushed in hard and deep, and I let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a shout.

“Shh,” he warned me again, but right as he did, he also reached around to squeeze my cock, at the same time of pressing deep inside me again.

“God, Fox,” I said, too loudly again, unable to help myself.

He took his hand off my cock, reaching up to clasp his fingers over my mouth instead.

I hummed, chuckling low as I felt the warm press of his hand against my lips. It only turned me on more to have his hand on my mouth, grabbing me like I was his.

He could have done just about anything in that moment and I would have been right there, gasping and begging for more.

“You really don’t know how to keep quiet, do you?” he asked as he fucked me a little faster. As his hand moved a little on my mouth, I bit down gently on his finger, feeling his cock pulse again deep inside me.

“Not when you’re fucking me this good,” I said through his fingers.

“God, I’m already so close.”

“I am, too,” I told him.

In a moment his hand was gone from my mouth, wrapped around my cock again.

“Sam,” he uttered, his words breaking off into heavy breaths in rhythm with the rocking of his hips. “I want you in my bed every night for the rest of the trip.”

A thrill shot through me, all the way to my cock.

“You don’t really want that,” I said, my voice punctuated by each thrust.

“I guess you’ll find out, huh?”

Goddamn.

He really wasn’t just doing this for the hell of it. He was getting off just as much as I was, and he wanted more.

It was all too much. I felt myself coming close to the edge, and there was no way I could hold off any longer.