I can hear him knocking things around in my drawer, and—he told me to stay right here, and I’m good at following rules. I like the way he looks at me when I do.
I start rubbing my clit anyway, though, one foot on the floor, the other slung over the back of the couch. I’ve already made a terrible decision by having sex with Javier again; why not really slut it up?Stepsiblingsis a classic porn setup, after all.
A minute later, he comes back, big hands full of stuff. I spy a handful of condoms and a bottle of lube, along with at least two vibrators and I can’t tell what else. God, what did he find in there? Do I own sex toys I’ve forgotten about?
“I don’t think I said you could move your hands,” he says, dumping it all onto my glass coffee table. I try very hard not to get even more turned on and fail, so I slide two fingers inside myself. Javier watches.
“The instructions were unclear,” I say, fucking myself a little. His eyes don’t move, but he finally takes off his shirt, then tosses it on top of the sex toys on the coffee table.
“Trust me, Madeline.” He pops the button on his shorts and slides the zipper down. “If I wanted you to touch yourself, I’d say so.”
With that, he slides his shorts and boxers off with one shove, steps over to me, and grabs my wrist. Gently. Mostly gently. I’ve still got two fingers sunk deep inside, but Javier pulls them out, then sucks them into his mouth.
“Oh,” I say, and then he scrapes his teeth along the length, and my brain might fucking melt.
Javier gently puts my hand back on the arm of my sofa, then squeezes my wrist.
“Hold on to this and don’t let go.”
“What happens if I do?”
Javier grins and kneels between my legs, his cock bobbing in front of him. There’s already a trail of precum leaking down the underside, and I want to lick it so badly I have to swallow.
“I guess we’ll find out together. I’m sure I can come up with something. God, I love your tits. Did I say that yet?”
“More or le—ohfuck.” There’s suction and tongue andteeth, and my nipple was already a little raw from earlier. I swear I can feel every tastebud.
“Too much?”
He’s rutting against my hip, hard and hot and already slippery. For a moment I’m annoyed that he got distracted by my tits, but then he bites my nipple again.
“No, but would you please just…” I start, and trail off.
“Please what?”
“Would you please just fuck me already?”
He groans, and I think he saysFucking hell, Madeline, but his mouth is busy so it’s hard to tell. But then he’s moving downmy body, nipping at the inside of one thigh, and he’s sitting back and opening lube and sliding his fingers into me with a noise that’s fucking obscene. Javier bites his lips as he crooks them, twisting until he finds the spot that makes me practically levitate off the couch.
He keeps going, stroking and adjusting, the squelch of the lube audible over my breathing, and he keeps up a running, murmured commentary ofThere it is, That’s right, Look at you, Does that feel good?His thumb keeps brushing my clit but there’s no intent and no pressure behind it, and I am going to lose my fucking mind in a very real way pretty soon.
“Up,” he says, suddenly, and pulls his fingers out.
I obey mindlessly, and he shoves another throw pillow under my hips. It occurs to me that I’m going to have to get a new pillow after this, probably. It also occurs to me that I don’t fucking care. “Thank you.Fuck.”
He slides a thumb over my lips before settling back onto his heels. I watch him as he rolls a condom on. He strokes lube onto himself while he looks at me, spread out on this couch with my arms up and my legs wide, lube and precum smeared on me. It must look ridiculous, but he’s looking at me like he wants to eat me alive, so I squirm a little and bite my lip and his eyes light up.
“You can suck me off next time,” he says, softly, his hand sliding down his dick as he fucks into it. “I still think about your mouth at least once a week.”
“Is that all?”
He leans over me, one hand next to my head, his hair falling over his face. “Is that all,” he teases, rubbing at my entrance. “You greedy thing.”
Javier slides in with one quick, hard thrust that makes us both groan. He grinds into me when he bottoms out, and the pressure on my clit is pure relief. I try to grab the arm of the couch behind my head and rut into him, chasing my pleasure,but he kisses the side of my neck and pulls back. I’m about to protest and sayNo, do that first thing again, but then he’s fucking me in hard, short strokes with one of my legs over his shoulder and the other around his hips, and instead of making requests I just moan.
Javier doesn’t shut up, though. He starts off quiet, whispering something between panted breaths, and then he looks up at me, flushed and wrecked, hair everywhere and lips parted.
“What?” I manage. He swallows.
