When the tip of my cock bumps the back of his throat, he gags. And the sound is so disgustingly hot that I gasp. I half-expect him to give up at this point, but he doesn’t. No, he just backs off to the tip, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks deeply along the way. He swirls his tongue around my piercing and then starts the process all over again.
He gags himselfagainand then moans softly. My eyes widen with realization. Holy-fucking-shit, August Arnette enjoys choking on dick. I’m half-tempted to grab my phone and check if the courthouse will issue a marriage license this late at night.
But I can’t move. Ugly, restless pants and groans escape my mouth and I am powerless to do anything but tremble and watch.
My cock slides from his mouth with a pop and then he’s leaning up and grasping onto the back of my neck and pulling my face to his. His lips hit mine and its game over for me.
I clutch him to me as I fuck his mouth with my tongue and then he’s wrenching himself away and he’s back on my cock, teasing me all over again.
My moans mix with his and I don’t even attempt to muffle them. I want to hear those depraved sounds in this empty fucking house. I want the walls imprinted with them. To find the ghosts of them for years to come.
Oh fuck, I’m close. Too fast. I don’t want this to be over.
Not when it just began.
“Stop,” I breathe. “Stop.”
August lets me slide from his mouth and he blinks up at me. He looks so deliciously disheveled from my hands attacking his hair. I can see his damp chin, the way his lips are swollen from overuse, and I clutch at the base of my slick cock to keep myself from coming at just the sight of him.
“I want to…” I can’t even form words. “Your dick. My mouth,” I manage to say.
He licks his lips and asks, “You sure?”
“Fuck yes.”
Then he’s stripping and crawling onto the bed, and I move him onto his side so I can have better access toeverything. Then I lick my tongue up the underside of his cock, tasting him. He groans deeply. I feel smug for about one second before he pulls me into his mouth all over again, and fuck, at this angle, it’s even better. He’s swallowing me whole; I’m right down his throat, and all the skills I’ve acquired over the years that I wanted to impress him with are thrown out the window. They’re shattered on the pavement, completely obliterated.
I’m helpless to do anything but just hold my mouth open while he arches himself into my face.
He’s literally doing all the work. I’m just a mess of drool and moans as he guides my hips toward his face with those strong hands. He’s eating me like he’s ravenous and I’m the most decadent dessert he’s ever tasted. And all I’m doing is gurgling around him, my tongue lolling out like a dead fish.
I should be embarrassed that this is what I’ve been reduced to, but my logical brain has packed its shit and left the building.
I can’t fucking think; I’m just a quivering, sobbing mess of nerve endings.
He suddenly focuses his tongue on my piercing and I’m groaning so loudly, I swear the neighbors can hear every sound as I unload down his throat. I don’t even have time to give him warning, but he swallows every drop, his throat constricting around me.
Suddenly he’s thrusting his hips faster and faster and before I can even comprehend what is happening, he’s coming, splattering all over my face. His release hits my chin, my nose, my neck. Some even makes it into my hair. I’m completely covered in him and honestly, I don’t remember ever being this happy.
I’m so blissed out and exhausted, I can barely keep my eyes open. I peek through one heavy eyelid because I need to see his face.
A soft kiss is pressed to my softening dick and then August sits up and a small smile lifts his lips as he takes me in.
“You’re a mess,” he says, his voice raspy from overuse.
“Uh, yeah, because you literally hoovered my brain out through my dickhole. I’ll need to relearn how to walk and repeat elementary school at this point.”
He chuckles, patting my thigh, and says, “Let’s clean you up.”
He grabs a handful of tissue from the nightstand and gingerly wipes me clean.
“You want to take a bath?” he asks, swiping a thumb across my jaw. It’s such a tender touch that I have to close both my eyes again to keep it together.
“Em,” he whispers. “You look so tired. Give me like two minutes and I’ll be back. Don’t go to sleep yet.”
I nod and I feel him pull the blankets up over me, tucking me in, and then he leaves the room. I’m left with only the quiet of the room and the vague cognizance that I just had the most amazing orgasm of my life, with my stepbrother. I know I should regret it, but I just can’t bring myself to.
“Hey, it’s ready,” August says suddenly, and I peek up at him and he grins down at me. “Come on.”