Page 82 of Man On

Lane leans towards me, and I angle my cock to his mouth. He gingerly wraps his mouth around just the tip, flicking his tongue slowly, tasting me. He grunts, trying to sit up to take more of me, but he's too fucking big and the front seat is too fucking small.

"Fuck this. Get in the back," I say, and push myself between the seats to get in the back.

Lane figures out that he's better off using the doors, and I move all the seats to make the most room possible. I all but pull him on top of me, ravaging his neck and jaw so I'm not tempted to try and kiss him. As I do, I pull his shirt off and unbutton his pants, pulling his cock free and stroking him. Then I push him back so I'm crawling over him, kissing down his chest and abs before taking his cock in my mouth.

"I thought I was—Nnggghhh." He bucks his hips into my mouth as I go to town on him with my mouth and hand. "Jesus, Noah!"

Popping off his dick, I look up at him and lick my lips while still pumping his cock with my fist. "I'll show you how it's done," I tell him.

My mouth returns to his cock, bobbing up and down on it enthusiastically and then throating it until I gag. The first time I do, he's done for. A grunt is the only warning I get before he's shooting down my throat, and I swallow every drop, licking and slurping until he's clean.

Looking back up at him, I run my tongue over my bottom lip. "Mmm, so good." His mouth drops open again, and I smile. "You're going to have to open up a little wider than that, baby," I tease, moving in to lick his bottom lip. Just a little. I can't stop myself, he's so sweet. I want to lick him everywhere. And I do mean everywhere.

Before he can admonish me, I lick my way up to his earlobe. "You don't have to, you know," I whisper, as if there's anyone else around to hear me. But I want to give him an out without making it a big deal.

Do I want him to suck my cock? Fuck yes. Do I want him to hate me after? Only if it's going to make him want to suck my cock some more.

"I want to," he says, his voice sounding raspy.

I pull back to look him in the eye, nodding lightly before wrapping my hand around the back of his head. He follows me as I sit with my back to the door while he hovers over me. I guide his head down and use my other hand to hold my cock in front of his face before rubbing the head of it over his lips. His tongue darts out, tentatively tasting the pre-cum dripping from the tip. His warm, wet tongue tickles over my flesh, sending tingles of pleasure over my skin.

"Open up for me," I tell him, and when he does, I slowly feed my cock into his mouth inch by inch. Just the visual of his lips stretched around my cock is enough to fuel my dirty dreams for a lifetime, but then he turns his eyes up to me and I have to squeeze around the base of my cock, hard, to keep from blowing my load too soon.

"Fuck, you look so sexy with your mouth stretched around my fat cock." Lane closes his eyes and hums. I'm pretty sure this is a hallucination because nothing should ever feel this good.

I'm not as long, so he has an easier time taking me farther back for the first time. We figure out pretty quickly that Lane has almost no gag reflex. He can take me all the way to the hilt, until his nose is buried in my pubic hair. I’ve never had anyone do that.

It's really not fair how good this feels. He's slow, but thorough, feeling all over with his tongue and lips, testing, exploring. And when he takes me all the way to the back, I can feel his throat fluttering and tightening when he swallows.

"Oh, fuck, Lane."

Apparently, my stepbrother isn't just a tad on the submissive side, he also has a praise kink. The more I talk to him, tell him how good his mouth feels, how fucking hot he looks slobbering all over my cock, the more confident he gets. Before I know it, my hands are gripping the seat on either side of me while I try to remain completely still, and he's going at me like a pro.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."

I keep chanting those words, nothing else intelligible is possible, and I'm at the edge of my control. But then Lane pulls his mouth off me. "It's okay," he says. "Do it."

Do what? He can't be talking about… Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…

My fingers comb through Lane's short hair, and then I place my hands on either side of his face. Lane relaxes, and I both feel and see him give up control. I hesitate, but his eyes lock on mine, challenging me, encouraging me. I thrust my hips up gently, testing him. He nods, eyes on me and his mouth stretched around my cock, and I give him more.

"Tap twice on my leg if it's too much." My thrusts increase, each one harder and faster than the last. He takes all of me. “Jesus, Lane, you were fucking made for this.”

I'm panting like I've run a marathon, moaning and grunting. Words tumble out of my mouth at random.

"Fuck, Lane. Your mouth. So fucking good."

Lane whimpers and his hand balls in my shirt. My breath catches in my throat.

"You like this," I mutter, mostly to myself. This doesn't feel real. "You like sucking my cock, little brother?" I swear his eyes roll back in his head, and he doubles his efforts, hollowing out his cheeks and pulling the climax from the base of my spine.

I can't hold back anymore. "Oh, shit—Lane..." He keeps going. "Lane, if you don't want me to cum in your mouth, tap out now, because… Fuck, Lane, I'm gonna… Shit… I'm coming!"

My vision nearly blacks out with the force of my orgasm. Fingers gripping Lane's hair, my hips buck up as I push him down on my pulsing cock. I can feel his throat tightening around me, swallowing my cum as it shoots out of me. From my body to his.

He gags once when it first hits his throat, and coughs, cum spraying all over my lap. He sucks air in through his nose and swallows again.

When I finally float back down to earth, I'm still holding his head down. I raise my hands in the air, afraid I've gone too far.

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