Page 34 of The Step Dare

“I want your mouth,” Taylor tells me, voice husky with need. “Give it to me.”

My best friend and future stepbro gets up on his knees, leans in close, and takes my mouth while I slam into Dax’s body. The position is slightly awkward but still hot, one of my hands at Taylor’s nape, holding him close while I tongue-fuck his mouth.

I’m teetering on the edge, my whole body overwhelmed with sensation, the feel of Dax’s hole and the taste of Taylor’s tongue. It’s too damn much, and I have to pull back from the kiss, from Dax before I shoot. I don’t know why I want to come so badly with Taylor.

“Fuck, Tay. Take him. It’s your turn. Show us what you can do.”

We’re quick and frenzied while we change places, Dax staying in position with his ass up in one hell of a sexy offering.

Taylor’s fingers are shaking slightly as he tries to roll the condom down, so I put my hand on his, meet his gaze, and ask softly, “We good?”

“Yeah. Do it for me,” he orders, and those four words are hotter than they should be. Taylor taking control like that sends heat zipping up my spine, partly because it’s sexy as hell but also because I know it’s something he feels comfortable doing because of me.

I roll the condom down Taylor’s thick shaft, then grab the lube and slick him up. “Gotta admit…I’m a little jealous,” I say. “He gets to have all this.”

A sexy shudder rips through Taylor.

Why did our parents have to go and fall in love?

“I want to give it to you,” Taylor admits. “But right now, Dax deserves some more dick.”

“Damn right I do,” Dax says.

“Help me put it in him,” Taylor says with a mischievous expression.

It’s something he could easily do himself, but I love the idea of helping him into his first guy. I grab his stiff cock and line him up, watching every inch push in until his dick disappears into Dax’s hole.

“He feels good. You opened him up good for me, Bren.” Taylor slides in and out, watching himself sink into Dax before pulling out again.

“You like that? Like taking Dax’s ass after me?” I run my fingers down his spine, touch him in a way I maybe shouldn’t be. We said that this worked, that this was okay because we were just messing around with Dax, so it doesn’t have as much to do with us. But Taylor knows the safe word. He’s not using it. Everything in his expression, the way he moves, the sounds he makes, the way he looks at me, all of it says he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

“Yes. God yes.” His fingers are digging into Dax’s slim hips as he fucks into him. Taylor concentrates on what he’s doing, the muscles in his neck corded. He’s good at everything he does, so it’s no surprise that fucking is the same. Something about Taylor just makes people feel good no matter what he’s doing.

I rip the condom off and toss it to the floor. Just as I take myself in hand, Dax says, “Fuck that. You’re not wasting a load when I’m around. I want you both.”

I have to admit, that’s a good fucking idea.

“Why don’t you fuck his mouth while I take his ass,” Taylor says.

My dick twitches—something about that is insanely hot. And I love seeing Taylor more confident about sharing what he wants now that he’s balls-deep in his first guy.

“Yeah,” I say. “But we still have to come together. I won’t have it any other way.”

“Me neither,” he says with a playful smirk, licking his lips like the thought of us coming in Dax at the same time is getting him as worked up as it’s getting me.

And now it’s like my only mission is to make his dirty fantasy come true.

We move around the bed so I can kneel in front of Dax. He swallows me down immediately, the hot, wet suction of his mouth making me see stars. When my vision clears, I meet Taylor’s gaze over him, both of us fucking into Dax together, almost like our movements are synchronized, some kind of dance we’ve never practiced but know the moves to.

Dax is as good at taking dick as I remember. I move my hands up and down his back, then feel my fingers brush against Taylor’s. An electric shock sparks where our skin meets, then shoots up my body.

I do it again…and again, simple touches while we enjoy the man between us.

Dax’s movements become more urgent, and I can tell by how he swallows my cock that he’s getting close. No one has even touched his dick, but evidently, he doesn’t need it, at least not tonight.

“Oh fuck. His ass is tightening,” Taylor says, and Dax jerks slightly, no doubt shooting all over the blanket beneath him.

He keeps going, though, keeps taking us, keeps sucking me through his orgasm, and then I’m falling. “Fuck, Taylor. I’m gonna fill him up. Come with me.”

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