“Han,shhh,” I warn. I’m full of pride for making him this needy, but I actuallydon’twant our parents to start asking questions. Not yet. Families are complicated, but I still love mine. And if something were to happen between Hanlon and me, I have no doubt Dad and Lana would blame me.
“So fucking good, though,” Hanlon whines beneath my touch.
He’s not wrong.
My hips continue to piston back and forth, matching his rhythm as I tighten my grip. He plants his hands on my thighs, his eyes glued to our cocks. Briefly letting mine go, I swipe my thumb up to rub over the barbell that looks so fucking pretty adorning his cock, and he shudders beneath me.
“Do that with the head of your dick,” he says, lowering the volume of his voice.
I oblige, and the sensation draws a moan from us both.
Hanlon is a writhing mess beneath me. His hips are moving, his dick is leaking, and his mouth is hanging open.
He’s the fucking picture of perfection.
Staring at him now, it’s hard to believe I ever lived a day ofmy life afraid that I would never find this, never be attracted to someone, never have the desire to bring them pleasure, or the confidence to seek my own.
And while it feels fast, we have a lifetime of shared memories and experiences that serve as a foundation for what this is turning into.
Hanlon Winchester has always been mine. The only difference is now I know it…Well, that and I get hisbodyalong with his heart and his mind.
Suddenly needing to be closer, I drop our cocks and scoot back on the bed carefully, making sure the bed frame doesn’t squeak.
“Where are you going?” he protests, grabbing my arms.
“I want to taste you, and I’m dying to know how that barbell feels against my tongue.”
“You’re sure?” he asks, knowing I’ve never had a dick in my mouth. His voice is tight, and I know it’s not from his earlier episode.
He wants this as much as I do.
“I’m sure.”
My cock is throbbing, but I ignore it as I lie on my stomach and wedge myself between Hanlon’s legs.
“Hang on a second,” he says, twisting for something on his nightstand. “I want to make sure I can see this,” he says, slipping his glasses on and turning on the light.
I’m learning a lot about myself with Hanlon, including the fact that, apparently, I have a glasses kink.
“Why are those so fucking hot?” I groan, kissing my way up his thigh.
“I’m glad you like them, considering I can’t see shit without them, but they don’t hold a candle to how you look right now.”
I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, stoppingjust shy of that barbell, teasing him. “Give me a second, and I’ll look even hotter with my lips wrapped around your cock.”
Hanlon whimpers and drives his hands into my hair, pushing my face toward his erection ever so slightly.
I flick the barbell with my tongue, and his hands tighten in my hair.
“Again,” he moans hoarsely. I do it two more times before taking the entire head of his dick into my mouth, letting my bottom teeth gently scrape the metal. “Fuck!” he yells, causing me to go still.
“Hanlon!” I whisper-yell.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, “I’ll be quiet. Just please,pleaseput my dick back in your mouth. I need to come so fucking badly.”
I give it a few more seconds, listening for a creaking floorboard or any other sign that my stepbrother just gave us away, but I hear nothing, so I dive back onto his cock face-first.
It feels good in my mouth. Sucking dick is actually pretty fun, especially when his body continues to talk to me even after his mouth finally shuts up.
