I helped him get my jeans off, my cock springing free and already leaking. Kent stared at it for a moment, and I could see the uncertainty flash across his face.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, just... nervous. What if I’m bad at it?”
“You won’t be.” I cupped his face, making him look at me. “Just do what feels natural. And remember what I said. Pay attention to how I react.”
He nodded, taking a breath before lowering his head. The first touch of his tongue against my cock made me gasp. He wastentative at first, exploring with kitten licks and soft kisses. Then he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked experimentally.
“Fuck, yes,” I encouraged, my hand finding his hair. “Just like that.”
He took me deeper, and I felt his teeth graze me slightly. He pulled back immediately, eyes wide with apology.
“It’s okay,” I assured him. “Try wrapping your lips over your teeth so they don’t catch.”
He tried again, this time being more careful. The wet heat of his mouth enveloped me, and I had to bite back a moan. He wasn’t as skilled as I was. How could he be? But there was something incredibly hot about his inexperience. The way he was so focused, so determined to make me feel good.
“Use your hand too,” I instructed, my voice strained. “You don’t have to take it all in your mouth.”
He wrapped his hand around the base, stroking while he sucked on the head. The combination of sensations had my toes curling. I threaded my fingers through his hair, not guiding but just needing to touch him.
“That’s it,” I breathed. “You’re doing so good.”
The praise seemed to embolden him. He took me deeper, his hand working in tandem with his mouth. I could feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up tight.
“Kent,” I warned. “I’m close.”
He didn’t pull off. Instead, he looked up at me through his lashes, and the sight of him, my stepbrother, on his knees between my legs, my cock in his mouth, pushed me over the edge. I came hard, my hips jerking as pleasure crashed through me in waves.
Kent pulled back, coughing slightly, some of my cum dripping down his chin. I immediately felt guilty.
“Shit, sorry. You didn’t have to swallow?—”
“I wanted to,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Just more than I expected.”
I laughed breathlessly, pulling him up beside me on the bed. We lay there for a moment, both of us catching our breath. Kent’s head was on my chest, his arm draped across my stomach, and it felt so natural I almost forgot how insane this whole situation was.
“So,” he said eventually. “How was I?”
“Fishing for compliments already?”
“Maybe.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“You were good,” I admitted, running my fingers through his hair. “Really good for your first time.”
He tilted his head to look at me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I kissed his forehead without thinking, then froze, wondering if that was too intimate. But Kent just settled back against my chest with a contented sigh.
“I meant what I said,” he murmured. “I’m not running.”
“Good.” I tightened my arm around him. “Because I really don’t want you to.”
We lay there in comfortable silence, and for the first time since this whole thing started, I felt like maybe we could actually figure this out.
Chapter 17
Kent
