Page 39 of The Step Dare

While he keeps the frame up, I hop down and do a quick search, but I can’t find where it fell. The box is on the sofa, so I grab one, and as I do, I notice my face is just inches from that ass.

The one that’s taunted me since we moved in together.

The one he’s teased me with.

The one that my cock desperately wants to spend some time with.

I lick my lips.

“Well, well,” Brenner says, glancing over his shoulder. “What have we here?”

“Shut up.”

“Maybe you should put the nail back in for me.”

“You were able to do it before, so I think you can do it again.”

“Really? I suddenly forgot how I did that. Maybe if you stand up and get right behind me, you can get your hips real close to my ass and put the nail back in the hole.”

He wears a wicked smirk, and though this is total bullshit, it’s also kind of hot.

I step onto the sofa and slide in behind him. He pulls down the frame so I can see the hole, and as I push the nail in, he says, “Yeah, just like that. I got my nail in first, and then you stuck yours in. Remind you of anything?”

I chuckle. “Can’t imagine what you could be referring to.”

He pushes his ass back against me. “Just right in the hole. You know how it goes. You’re a pro now. I made you a pro.”

Funny as his comment is, it doesn’t keep me from getting hard as fuck against that tight ass. He rolls his hips subtly, and I close my eyes, reveling in the sensation, allowing my fantasies tobreak free. Thinking of how much I just want to yank his pants down and have my way with him—

“The nail in the hole,” he reminds me.

“Stop distracting me.”

“It’s called dickstracting, and it happens to be something I’m good at.”

I shake my head and insert the nail. Then Brenner positions the frame, sliding it back into place.

I’ve finished my part, so I should step off the sofa, but I keep my crotch tight against him, and he keeps moving his hips, massaging my stiff erection.

He glances over his shoulder at me, and I recognize that hungry look in his eyes. He’s not his jokey, playful self. There’s a determination to it, and I move quickly, taking his lips again. As soon as they meet, there’s that burst of charge, like that first kiss we shared, though so much more explosive since we’d deprived ourselves of this for too long. I wrap my arm around him, tugging him closer, thrusting against that ass as I moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, Taylor,” he manages to say after a kiss.

I lean back, then thrust against him again. “You’ve been teasing me with this ass for weeks. It’s so fucking mean.”

“How do you expect me not to show it off when you look at it the way you do?”

“We said we wouldn’t do anything. For our parents. We can’t think with our dicks on this.”

“You’re right,” he says before kissing me again.

I push him toward the wall, and he places a hand beside the frame to brace himself as my hands get to work, pulling down his athletic shorts, exposing that gorgeous ass.

“I just want to see it,” I say.

Just another lie I tell myself.

“You’d like the view better if you pulled down your pants too.”

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