“I’m not?—”
“Yes you are!” I bellowed. “You always do this when things get scary. You put walls up, you lash out, and you isolate yourself. Well guess what? I’m not Brittany and I won’t tolerate this bullshit.” I pointed a threatening finger toward the bed. “So, you’re going to shut up, get undressed, and sleep in the same bed with me tonight, got it? I won’t let you pull away again just because it’s hard.” And then, in a softer voice, I added, “You promised you wouldn’t run again.”
Kent looked somewhere between confused, furious, and impressed. But while he was fighting over which emotion to go with, he turned away from me, marched over to the bed, and started to strip his clothes off. When he was down to just boxers, he threw himself onto the mattress with a huff.
“Go brush your teeth first,” I grunted.
He moaned again and headed for the bathroom, grumbling the entire way.
Stepbrothers could be such a pain in the ass.
Chapter 19
James
Iwoke in the middle of the night, overheated and sweating. It took me a moment to remember that Kent was in the bed with me, that I’d practicallyorderedhim to sleep beside me. However, when I’d done that, I hadn’t known he was such a cuddler in his sleep. There was an arm draped over my waist, a leg kicked over my thigh, and his face was buried against the back of my neck. He was like an octopus.
I tried to shift away, to get some air between us, but his arm tightened reflexively, pulling me closer. A soft sound escaped his throat and I froze.
That’s when I felt it. The unmistakable hardness pressing against my lower back through the thin fabric of his boxers.
My breath caught. Kent was hard. Rock hard. And from the way his hips were moving in tiny, unconscious circles, grinding against me, he was definitely dreaming about something.
I should wake him up. That was the reasonable thing to do. But my body had other ideas. Heat pooled low in my belly, my own cock beginning to stir in response to the feeling of him rutting against me.
“James,” Kent mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and want.
Holy shit. He was dreaming about me.
His hips rolled again, more insistently this time, and I bit back a moan. The friction was maddening even through our boxers. I could feel every ridge, every throb of his cock as it slid against me.
This was wrong. He was asleep. He didn’t know what he was doing.
But then his hand slid from my waist down to my hip, fingers digging in as he pulled me back harder against him. His breathing had gone ragged against my neck, hot puffs of air that made me shiver.
“Fuck,” he breathed, still lost in whatever dream had him in its grip.
My resolve crumbled. I pressed back against him, meeting his next thrust with one of my own. Kent made a desperate sound, his grip on my hip tightening almost painfully.
I reached down, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and shoving them down. Then I did the same with Kent’s, carefully working them over his straining erection. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake, just kept grinding against me with increasing urgency.
His bare cock slid against my ass now, hot and slick with pre-cum. I could feel it smearing across my skin, making everything slippery. I reached back, wrapping my hand around his length and guiding him between my cheeks.
Kent groaned, the sound vibrating against my shoulder. His hips snapped forward instinctively, and the head of his cock caught against my entrance.
I should stop. I should definitely stop. But instead, I reached for the bedside table, fumbling for the small bottle of lube I kept in the drawer. My hands were shaking as I slicked up my fingers, reaching back to prep myself as quietly as I could.
Kent’s movements had slowed slightly, his breathing evening out, and I worried he might be waking up. But then I pressed onefinger inside myself and had to bite my lip to keep from making noise, and his arm tightened around my waist again.
I worked myself open quickly, too desperate to take my time. Two fingers, then three, stretching myself while Kent continued his unconscious grinding against my ass. Every time the head of his cock slipped against my hole, I had to fight the urge to just push back and take him.
When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I slicked up his cock with more lube, coating him thoroughly. Then I reached back, angling him just right, and slowly began to sink down onto him.
The stretch burned in the best way. I’d prepped myself, but it had been quick, and Kent was thick. I had to pause halfway, breathing through the intensity of it. Behind me, Kent made a confused sound, his hips twitching forward.
“Shh,” I whispered, not sure if I was talking to him or myself.
I pushed back further, taking him deeper, until finally he was fully seated inside me. We both went still for a moment, and I could feel his cock pulsing, could feel every breath he took.
