“Oh my god,” she whispers. Her hand touches my cheek and explores my features, mapping the hills and plains.
“That good, huh?”
“You have no idea.” She blinks her pretty eyes, and long lashes cast dancing shadows across her cheeks.
“The pleasure was all mine,” I say.
“I doubt that.” As if to illustrate her point, her hand finds my rock-hard dick and squeezes it enough to make my eyes roll.
“You don’t have to,” I say softly as she strokes me with more purpose.
“Oh, I do. I really do.”
Her words are like music to my ears.
11
ELLIE
Oh, my god. Micky just broke my brain again.
And I’m really here, in my stepbrother’s bed, holding his hot and heavy cock in my palm.
I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I’m really doing this with Micky.
This is what it’s like with dares. My mind buzzes with the freedom to let go and have someone else take responsibility for my actions. This is Gabriella’s idea, Gabriella’s task.
She’s given me the nudge I needed to get what I want, and what I want is more of this.
I can’t believe how hung he is. I got a glimpse into Colby’s room, and their sheer size should have been a clue. My stepbrothers lumber around our house like bears, so gruff and massive. And their shoes are the size of cruise ships. But that doesn’t always translate to the size of other things.
In the closet, I got my hand on Colby’s cock, but it was through two layers of fabric, and my mind was blown with pleasure, so it didn’t really register.
For a moment, I drift out of the moment to consider that all three of them will be equally well-proportioned. The prospect of them all naked in front of me with all their perfect abs and pecs and shoulders and biceps and thick thighs and ohhhh…
Micky leans in to kiss me, and I’m immediately back in the room.
He lowers his pelvis until the rigid underside of his cock settles against my too-sensitized pussy. There’s a question between us as he strokes down the line of my cheek and palms my breast.
Will we fuck?
Even though I know the answer–I knew before I tiptoed into his room and slipped between his sheets–I like the fact that Micky’s not assuming anything. There’s something chivalrous about the idea that he could serve me with enough pleasure to fracture the top of my skull and not expect anything in return.
But as much as I enjoy making him wait, I don’t know how much time we have before everyone sleeps more lightly, and I need to make the risky journey back to my room. I push at the waistband of his boxers, hoping he’ll get the hint.
His eyes meet mine, curious.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask.
His arm shoots out, practically tearing the draw from his nightstand. In a flush of controlled rustling and searching, he pulls out a silver foil packet. I don’t think I’ve ever been so relieved to see a rubber.
When he kneels between my thighs, I lose my breath at the sight of him. In the low light, the shadowed dips between his muscles sculpt his body like the Roman masters. I trail my finger down the v of muscle on his left side, getting closer and closer to his cock. Shit. I want to tell him to hurry, but there’s no way I’m making myself look any more desperate than this dare already has.
The condom is a very snug fit, and he takes tantalizing seconds to roll it down, down, down until there’s no more latex to spread. His dick looks less than half covered, but I guess the important part is protected.
His eyes flick up to mine, and a quirk of a smile pulls his perfect lips. “See something you like?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” I whisper.
Resting his hand on my thigh, he considers me for a moment. “You sure about this?”
I nod because finding the words to tell him the truth, that I need this from him and hate myself for it, is too confusing for me to comprehend, let alone articulate.
“I can’t say I’m not surprised.” With his cock in his hand, he lowers over me, notching at my entrance and pausing to stroke my hair from my face. “Even though I had a feeling.”
“You had a feeling?”
“Yeah. That I wasn’t the only one wanting more.”
Even though I’ve been naked in front, I still flush bright from his words.
His eyes stay fixed on mine as he pushes to enter me. Is he searching for my stunned expression because he gets it in full force? My god, the stretch is unbelievable.
I don’t think my body can accommodate Micky’s full girth, but he knows exactly what he’s doing. Slow, shallow thrusts spread my wetness and allow my body to relax. He bites his lip in concentration, and I want to smile at his effort to make this pleasurable rather than painful. I groan as he hits deep, and his hand flies to my mouth, cupping it gently and making a ssshing sound. “You’ll wake everyone,” he smiles.