Stepbrother Dearest(27)

Finally, he moved his hands down and slowly lifted my tank top off. His eyes were glassy as he stared at my breasts.

In a stupid moment of insecurity, I said, “They’re small.”

He kissed my cheek then spoke close to my ear. “Good. They’ll fit inside my mouth perfectly.”

His hands then gripped my sides and lowered to pull off my shorts. “Shit,” he muttered and looked up at me with an impish grin when he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I kicked my shorts off and stood in front of him, feeling vulnerable.

He just continued to look at me for several seconds, and it was driving me nuts that he was keeping a little bit of a distance.

As his gaze traveled from head to toe, in a sense, every movement of his eyes felt like he was touching me.

He took a step forward and spoke softly just under my earlobe. “Is there anything in particular you’d like me to do or show you first?”

My body was still trembling in anticipation.

Everything.

“What are my options?”

He scratched his chin. “Rope, chain, cuffs…belt.”

“Um…”

He immediately took my face in his hands. “Oh, God. You’re so cute.” He kissed me firmly on the lips. “There was a small part of you that wondered if I was serious. It was a joke.”

“I figured. I just wasn’t 100-percent sure.”

“So…nothing in particular?”

“You could start by touching me, maybe taking off your clothes, too.”

“You want me to take off my clothes, huh?”

“Isn’t that usually how it works?”

He slowly shook his head and nipped my nose. “No.”

“No?”

“You’ll take off my clothes. But not until we play a little bit.”

“Play?”

“You have no experience. I can’t just get naked and start fucking you. You need to be ready for me. It’s gonna hurt the first time no matter what, so we need to make sure you’re as wet as possible. Sometimes, less is more at first because the more I withhold, the more you’ll want it, the more ready you’ll be.”

Leading me over to the bed, he lay back against the headboard and pulled me into a sitting position on top of him. He was fully hard beneath me.

“You feel ready,” I joked.

“I’ve been ready since the day I walked in the door, took one look at you and realized I was fucked.”

“You’ve always wanted me like this?”

He nodded. “I did a really good job of hiding it for a while, didn’t I?”

“You could say that.”

He pushed me down over the hard-on bursting through his camouflage cargo shorts. “It’s pretty obvious now, wouldn’t you say?”

I was throbbing between my legs as I rubbed my hands over the black t-shirt that stretched against his torso. “Yes.”

Like the darkening of a theater before the start of a movie, the lightness of his expression faded, indicating that things were about to begin. He wrapped his hands around my neck again. He slid them down and cupped my breasts, massaging them slowly and firmly as I bore down onto his shorts. I pressed myself into his cock to satisfy the arousal that was building in me with every movement of his hands.

He kept one hand on my breast and lifted his other one to my face, rubbing his thumb over my mouth then pushing two of his fingers inside. “Suck.”

His skin tasted salty. I squeezed the muscles between my legs, so stimulated by look on his face as he watched his fingers moving in and out of my mouth.

When he pulled them out, he rubbed the wetness of my saliva over my right nipple and licked his other hand before rubbing his fingers over my left.

“They’re perfect.” Elec slid both hands down my torso and wrapped them around me, squeezing my ass. “So is this.” He gave it a light smack and smiled. “I want to do things to this,” he said as he gripped it harder.

I wanted him to kiss me so badly or put his mouth on me in some way while he touched me, but he just continued looking at me as he massaged my ass. Slipping my hands under his t-shirt, I continued to grind over his cock. “Can I take this off?”

“Okay…but just the shirt.”

I lifted it over his head, causing his tousled hair to become even messier. I marveled at the contours of his cut, tanned chest. He had a small nipple ring on the left side. I’d seen him shirtless many times before but never up close with the ability to touch him.

I moved my hands over the tattoos on his arms, the word Lucky on his right and the full sleeve on his left and down to the shamrocks on his rippled stomach. I ran my fingers down the happy trail of hair that led into his shorts. He tightened his abs at my touch, and I felt his cock twitch under me.