Dirty Sext (Accidental Stepbrother 3)

Ben chuckled. “That’s just fine, right? There’s no one in here besides us, and this room should remain empty for the rest of today. Or am I wrong?”

There was an evening class in the same room, but that wouldn’t be until later, so he was technically not wrong. I swallowed, watching his hands as he tugged his belt. He undid his fly, took himself in hand, and took his dick out. I let out a soft breath, and licked my lips. My emotions were only getting muddier. At that moment, I knew I should be scared and worried more than anything.

Wasn’t this, technically, blackmailing? I should have been saying no or resisting, or something. But I stared at his hard cock, and I didn’t feel a bit of resistance at all. I’d imagined this when I sent him those texts because it had been a long while since I’d been satisfied in bed. Stuart and I had stopped having sex long before the divorce, and I’d been celibate, aside from a little self-love, for nearly two years.

“Suck me,” he commanded with a harsh breath that told me he wasn’t as in control as he let on.

I leaned forward before my brain could catch up, mouth opened wide to take in the head of his cock. Ben held himself steady with his hand at the base, and I groaned when I felt him on my tongue. Carefully I wrapped my lips around him as I sucked lightly, and my eyes fluttered closed. I could hear him curse in appreciation above me, but my mind was gone.

Even though I should have been, I wasn’t thinking about the consequences. All I could think was that I wanted to make him come so I could taste it. Then maybe, afterwards, he could fuck me. My nipples had perked up, brushing against my clothes with every breath, sending little shocks of pleasure through me. Blood surged south, and I spread my thighs a little, feeling my clit throb. I wanted to touch myself, but held back, instead I went down on Ben’s cock.

He cursed. “Just like that, prof,” he growled. “Exactly like you told me you would. Do you remember everything you said? Do it just like that.”

I didn’t remember the exact sequence of words, but I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I brought my hands up but faltered when I realized I still held my phone in hand. I put it down, then reached up again. Gently, I tugged his hand away and wrapped my own around his cock with a light but firm grip. With my lips tightened, I tongued the underside before I slid more of his cock into my mouth. Ben moaned when I came back up with ever increasing suction as I moved.

“Deep-throat me,” Ben grumbled.

His words hit the spot inside me, as I reached for his hand and placed it between my thighs. I pressed his hand onto the spot that ached so sweetly as I did what Ben demanded of me. Going slow, making sure to breathe through my nose, I lowered my mouth until I felt him hit the back of my throat. I groaned when his thick, long cock stopped there. Even with him bumping my throat, there was still more of him to go. Three of my fingers wrapped around the base as I held my breath to begin the push forward, deeper. I felt the head slide into my throat, and carefully swallowed around it.

Ben was mine at that point, for that moment, because he wouldn’t have moved if the world exploded around us. Not if the way he gripped his fingers in my head said anything about it.

I pulled back and his cock slipped out of my mouth with a light popping sound. I panted for breath but went down quickly. I wanted to push him into my throat again but decided not to. I’d have to work my way up to that, it had been a while since I last did it, and my throat already ached just from that little bit of action.

So, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock once more, I took him into my mouth, tightened my lips and sucked hard as I bobbed my head. I moved as fast as I could, his tight grip guided me, and I followed. I would stop, every now and then, to run my tongue around the head and suck at the tip. Ben obviously loved my attentions and he murmured encouragements mixed with low grunts of pleasure. The hand in my hair went even tighter and I made a sound of feral encouragement as he started to move his hips, fucking my mouth.

Precum poured out of his slit, and I licked it up, swallowing it down, and it only made me more excited. I rubbed at my clit through my clothes, the ache almost unbearable, but I was soon distracted with the cock in my mouth. I could hear his voice growing strained, and I knew he was getting close. I reluctantly pulled my hand away from my clit and instead I cupped his balls. I teased him with my hands, and found the spot that made his hips pause for a second before they picked up their pace again. What I couldn’t fit into my mouth I gripped with my other hand.