“Ash,” he whined brokenly, staring at me with wide, glassy eyes. He was splayed out on the bed, looking desperate and flustered and so damn beautiful it made my chest ache.
“You like riding my fingers, kitten?”
“So good,” he moaned.
“You look so hot right now.” I squeezed my cock to calm down.
Jules’s eyes were on my hand, and I nearly came when he licked his lips.
Steeling myself, I kept playing with his prostate, stroking and hitting it to drive him crazy with need.
He was nearly sobbing in frustration, begging me to fuck him, to get my cock into him.
After a few more moments of teasing him, I pulled my fingers out and slammed back in.
“Yes!” he wrapped his body around mine, holding me tight, as I thrust into him hard and fast.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. So good. You feel so good,” he babbled. I mouthed the skin of his neck, sucking and licking, and fucked him as hard as I dared.
“You ready to come for me?” I barely managed to get the words out.
I was so fucking close my entire body felt like a guitar string, taut and tight, from desperately holding off.
“Yes!” he wailed and slammed his hips down to meet my thrusts.
“Fuck.”
I shoved my hand between us, gripped his shaft, and stroked as fast as I could while slamming into him with zero finesse.
“Come, Jules. Come all over my cock.”
He arched into me, his mouth open in a silent cry. Then he was shaking and shuddering, hot cum splashing between us as he came.
His channel rippled and squeezed me, and I wasdone.
My orgasm hit hard, and I emptied inside him with a strangled cry as we came together.
Liquid fire coursed through my veins as Jules squeezed me tight, crying out my name as he came apart under me.
The next thing I knew, I was lying on him in a boneless heap, confused and sucking in gulping breaths.
“Jules?” I pulled away so I could look at him.
He was smiling, a dreamy look on his face.
“You good?”
He laughed, the sound sweet and melodic. “My feet are tingling. My feet never tingle.”
I chuckled and rolled us over so we were on our sides and I wasn’t crushing him with my weight.
“You’ve got mad skills, bro. Bro.” He snorted. “Stepbro? That sounds weird.”
“Breathe, Jules.”
“Right. Breathing is good.” He pressed his face into my neck. “I really like you.”
“I really like you too.” I rubbed his back. I shouldn’t read too much into what he was saying. Jules always got a little giddy after an intense orgasm. I couldn’t take his words at face value.