Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
For a guy I can act so guarded around, I feel totally exposed, so vulnerable, at his fucking mercy as he fists my dick, moving his hand as though he’s learned my preferred rhythm in the short time he had to study my body.
“Come on. I wanna see who’s got the bigger load,” he teases, and pressure rises from my balls, the sense of urgency exploding through me as I collapse against the arm of the couch. My muscles tense, my face locks up as I shoot in ropes across my abs. I curse through gritted teeth as he drains the last bit of cum, still stroking me as my body erupts into a series of trembles and twitches, my thoughts scattered, lost in the last stretch of the fireworks show that’s still sparking through me.
When the adrenaline and chaos settle, my chest rises and falls. Feels like I’m recovering from an intense jog.
I gaze down at Atlas, who looks smugger than I’ve ever seen him in his life, and again, I don’t care because of what I got out of it.
“Not a bad load,” he says with a wink.
I sit up, surely unable to disguise how shocked and impressed I am.
I notice some of my cum on his chin. I wish I could leave it. Let him walk around with me on his face, marking his body with a part of me. But I wouldn’t just want him wearing me; I’d want him to be proud of the way I’ve stained his body.
Where the fuck did that thought come from?
I shake it off and run my thumb across his chin, collecting and displaying it for him. “Pretty as that face is, it looks even prettier with my cum on it.” I wish I were kidding, and I’m glad he doesn’t seem to realize how serious I am.
“I bet it does. And I don’t wanna brag, but I think I’ll give myself an A plus,” he says with another wink.
And damn, he’s got me laughing. After all that, I’m fucking laughing?
I don’t understand what’s going on right now, but after what he just did to me, I feel too fucking good to give a fuck. The only thing I’m sure of is that Atlas’s hard-on while we were wrestling probably wasn’t a rage boner.
14
Atlas
I sit back on my heels, hoping Troy doesn’t see the truth on my face, one I’m not overly concerned about, but it’s a new piece of information regardless.
I really fucking enjoy sucking dick.
And like I knew I would be, I’m great at it.
The shit Troy said to me was really turning me on too, which is absolutely not something I’ll ever share with him. Troy telling me I look pretty with his cum on my face made my dick throb even harder, made me want to bust a nut on his face too so I can see what he looks like covered in my load.
“Holy fuck. I can’t believe we did that,” Troy says as if the truth of it just now hit him. He tugs up his pants, tucks in his spent dick, and starts to pace my living room. “You’re my fucking stepbrother.”
“Eh. It is what it is,” I say, plopping down on the couch, pretending I haven’t been thinking the same thing.
Troy’s got this dazed expression on his face, and I assume I do too. While I knew that if I lost, I would do this, he didn’t think I would. That meant I had a little more time to get used to it. Still…I’d sucked Troy’s dick, my cock was throbbing, and that…is a thing that just happened.
Mind. Fucking. Blown.
“I don’t even know how to form thoughts. They’re all just colliding in my brain.”
I chuckle. “Because of how amazing I was?”
“That it happened at all.”
Yeah, Troy is right about that. It’s a mindfuck, and one I don’t want to think about right now. I’d much rather come my brains out instead. Ooh, that’s perfect, actually.
He looks at me, eyes going wide as I’m tugging my sweats down. “Um…what are you doing?”
Distracting myself. “Taking care of my hard-on. Clearly, you’re not going to offer to return the favor.” I lift my ass and push my clothes under it, my dick popping free, leaking on my belly like it did in my sweats, leaving behind a wet spot.
“It wasn’t a favor. It was a bet. One you lost and were supposed to chicken out of.”
I spit in my hand and start stroking my cock, Troy’s eyes latched on to every moment. “I don’t chicken out. Do you mind if I watch some porn while I do this?”
“Jesus Christ, Atlas,” Troy says, but his gaze is still entranced with my dick. The look in his eyes says he’s definitely on board with giving me a helping hand, but I think he’s still trying to wrap his head around this evening.