Her laughter melted away as she continued.“When the eighteen-year-old stepdaughter started sucking the stepdad, my husband Everett would make me kneel between his legs and suck him off at the same time.”For a moment, her tone dipped to something low and sexy.“And I was a very good cocksucker.”The sultry note ended when she said, “But it was always like I wasn’t there.I don’t think he even looked at me; he just stared at the TV, at that nubile teenager.Then, when the stepmom started fucking her stepson, he’d make me climb on top and ride him like the stepmom was doing.And even though his hands were on my hips setting the rhythm, he didn’t seeme, but whatever was on the TV over my shoulder.I could have been a sex doll for all he noticed.”
Knox got it completely.The sex wasn’t about her husband’s desire for her, but for something that was completely outside the two of them.Yeah, he could understand the guy needing a little help—like older guys sometimes needed Viagra—but once he was up, it should have been all about Summer.He ached to tell her how sorry he was, that for him, sex was always about her.But that might reveal too much, sound too needy.
Instead, he gave her what she needed.“He was a fucking idiot.”
She laughed softly, maybe even sadly.“Yeah.He was.”
“I’m sorry your husband didn’t fuck you enough.”She hadn’t told him that, but Knox understood.“You need regular fucking.”
“Yes,” she whispered.“I do.”
And damn if he wasn’t crazy to want to give it to her.“But the big question is, did you come?”
Her voice sounded brighter.“Of course.I touched myself while I was riding him.I don’t think he even noticed.”
“Were you thinking about your stepbrother fucking you, imagining what it would have been like?”
She laughed, and Christ, it felt good.“I was thinking about sucking my stepbrother’s cock.”
Knox saw the perfect segue into a better memory.“Tell me about the first time you sucked his cock.”As she talked, he began stroking.She made him hard again, even with her worst memory.
She gave a sweet little sigh of pleasure.“Aiden had me get the bathmat so my knees wouldn’t hurt on the hardwood, and then he set me down between his spread legs.He was sitting in the same ratty old desk chair where I first saw him jerking off.”
“Did it make you wet to think about what he was going to have you do to him?”
“Oh yes.I was always wet even before we started doing anything.”
He groaned.“Are you wet now?”
She gave another soft laugh.“I’m always wet when I’m talking to you.And when I even justthinkabout talking to you.”
“Christ,” he said.The woman drove him crazy.Then he pumped a little harder, not too much, not yet.He didn’t want to come until the climax of her story, pun intended.
“I’d never done it before, sucked a cock.”He loved the way the softSand the hardCsounded on her tongue.“He told me the way he wanted it, to start with the crown and just swirl my tongue around it.I knew I was doing it right when he groaned.”
“I can almost feel your tongue on me.”He closed his eyes, imagining it was her touching him rather than his own hand.
“Are you stroking yourself?”she whispered.
He laughed.“What do you think?”
Her answering laugh strummed his cock.“Then he told me to suck on that little mushroom, to suck it hard and use my tongue on the little slit.His breathing got really hard.Then he put his hand on my head and pushed me down, telling me to take more of him, but slowly, swirling my tongue at the same time.”
“Damnation, that kid sure as hell knew what he liked.”
She went on, as if her story had taken her over.“I felt uncoordinated, like I was trying to do two things at once, using my tongue and sliding down.But he told me I did it so good.”
And he knew she would.He wanted her mouth on his cock so badly he would have shoved it through the phone lines if he could.“Did you like it?”
Her voice dipped to that sweetly seductive note he felt in cock.“I loved it.He had me suck harder then, faster, to wrap my hand around the base of his cock and stroke him.He wanted me to squeeze his balls, easy, just sort of rubbing them.And I could feel his cock getting harder in my mouth, and his balls sort of bunching up.Then he put both hands in my hair, guiding me to the rhythm he wanted.And he was groaning and growling and puffing his breath, loving what I was doing to him.”
As if he were the stepbrother, Knox felt his balls bunching up and his cock grow harder in his fist.
“Then he told me he was going to come, and if I didn’t get off him right then, he’d come in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” he swore with a groan.
Her voice whispered in his ear.“But I didn’t stop.I kept sucking.Because I wanted to see what it was like.To feel it.To taste it.”
