“For me either. Every time I was like ‘this is it, no more,’ but that never lasted.”
“When we slowed things down and we got to know each other, I didn’t want sex between us to just be one way. I wanted to give you tenderness and care and all the things you should have had during your first time.”
“You are a closet sweetheart, you know that?” I reached across and took his hand in mine.
“And a closet bi.” His lips twisted into a mirthless smile. “And a closet stepbrother fucker.”
I snort-laughed. “I’m one of those too. Well, sort of, since I have yet to top you.”
“I offered, but you pushed me down and sat on my dick. Twice.”
“Because you’d spent twenty minutes with your tongue in my ass.” I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t have to go to the party tonight,” he said softly. “I don’t want to upset you.”
“No. You need to go. It’ll look weird if you stay home. You’re never home during the holidays.”
“I won’t stay long, and I won’t drink.”
“No, I’m not going to be that guy.” I shook my head. “Go to the party and have fun. Drink if you want. Be with your friends. Unlike me, you actually have those, so you need to spend time with them too.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” I glanced down at his dick, which was as hard as mine. “Want me to do something about that?”
“Really? In the van?”
“We’ve got a giant back seat and tinted windows.” I licked my lips. “I want to suck you.”
“Who am I to deny you your wish?” Ash grinned and undid his seat belt. “But no coming. I want your dick in my mouth the second you’re done swallowing my load.”
“Fuck.” I shuddered. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll come before we even start.”
He slid into the back seat and spread his legs invitingly, looking big and strong and so damn sexy my breath caught.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” He unzipped his fly and fished out his cock. “You want it?”
I scrambled into the back and squeezed in front of him, not caring that my knees were on the dirty floor or that I was going to be sore from being twisted up.
“Gimme.” I gripped his big thighs. “I want it.”
“Say please.”
“Please.”
Eyes blazing, he let go of his cock and leaned back.
Fuck, his dick was gorgeous. So big, so hard with that sexy-as-fuck vein and big, mushroomed head.
And it was all mine.
I licked a stripe from base to tip, then swirled my tongue over the bead of precum on his slit.
He shuddered and ran one hand through my hair, teasing my scalp with his fingers and gently tugging on the short strands.
“That’s it, slut. Take it. Take it all.”
Yes.