“But you do?” Stone asks nervously, like he’s not sure he can provide what I need.
Silly man.
“I enjoy sex, yes. But I don’t ever want you to do more than you’re comfortable with. I’d never forgive myself if I pushed you into something you’re not ready for.”
Stone’s eyes darken, and his jaw unclenches at my words. “Maybe we could try the blowjob and see how it goes?”
“That’s a splendid idea,” I say with a smile. “Put your hands in my hair. Tap my head twice if you want me to stop, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” he breathes through parted lips.
With the green light being given, I’m a man on a fucking mission.
Nipping the sensitive skin at Stone’s hip with my lips and tongue, I tease his growing erection through his sweatpants and boxers, making sure to turn him on to the point of desperation before releasing his cock from its confines.
“You smell so fucking good,” I praise, trying to put him atease. “I can’t wait to find out how you taste. To have you spill down the back of my throat.”
“Christ, Hanlon.Where’d you learn to talk like that?” he asks before quickly adding, “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
I smile at the hint of jealousy in his voice.
“It’s just how I feel, baby.” He tenses briefly at the pet name, but relaxes again as I press my open mouth to his erection and blow hot air through his sweats.
It’s been shockingly easy to transition from brother to lover in my mind. Once I’d settled on giving this a try, it’s like there was a tear in the fabric of our story, and everything that happens from this point on is written with an entirely different pen.
This time it’s about choosing each other because wewantto, instead of tolerating each other because we’reforcedto.
Suddenly, his grip on my hair tightens, and he’s dragging my head up his body. I briefly think he’s changing his mind until I realize he pulled me just high enough to reach his bare skin again. Now he’s pushing me back down, trying to get my lips lower.
“I like it when you’re greedy, Stone. Show me what you want.”
He flexes his hips toward my face.
I don’t waste any time hooking my fingers in the waistband of his sweats and boxers one last time, dragging them down his thighs.
As soon as his cock springs free, my mouth fills with saliva.
“Oh, fuck, yes.”
Goddamn, I love a good dick.
I toss his pants and boxers over the edge of the bed and resume my position with my head between Stone’s legs.
“Is it…is it okay?” he asks self-consciously.
“This dick is going to be the death of me,” I answer honestly. “How the fuck am I supposed to get any work done being within fifteen feet of this thing all day?”
Before he can respond, I run my tongue along his shaft, savoring his flavor and the feel of him. I want to learn every sound he makes and draw them out of him repeatedly.
When I run the flat of my tongue across the slit, his back bows off the bed, and his hands are back to pushing my head down.
“Jesus Christ,” he hisses. I can’t tell whether it’s a prayer or a plea.
Using one hand to brace myself, I use my other to grab his balls and tug gently, forcing his hips off the bed in pleasure again.
I take one last languid lick from his balls to his crown before engulfing him with my mouth.
“Ungh!” he grunts, thrusting up, making me gag. “Shit! Sorry, Han.”
