Page 58 of The Step Dare

“Oh, I like it. I also like telling you to suck my cock.”

He leans down, nuzzles my full balls, my fingers still in his hair. “Know why I can be so cocky with you?”

I do know, and it makes me tremble. Still, I want to hear him say it. “Tell me why.”

“Because I feel comfortable with you, Bren. Because you trained me so well on how to be with a man.”

I swear it feels like his words zap me with a million volts of electricity—if being electrocuted could feel good, that is.

“I love how you taste,” Taylor says before taking me deep into the hot, wet suction of his mouth. He immediately begins to bob on me, doing his best to take as much of me into his mouth as he can. His gaze meets mine, a fire in his eyes, one that says how fucking hot this moment is and how well he wants to do for me. He already fucked my brains out, and now he’s going to suck any sense I have left out of me, and I’m eager for it, hungry for it, want to give Taylor anything he’s hungry for.

“That’s it. You’re so fucking hot with a mouthful of my cock. You look so sexy with your lips stretched around the first dick you’ve ever had.”

My words seem to spur him on. Taylor goes faster, uses his tongue, lets his hand drift to my balls and play with them, beforeslipping a finger beneath. I spread my legs for him, feel his fingertip at my hole. He doesn’t push in, but I see the way his eyes roll back and figure he feels his cum leaking out of me.

Just thinking about that sends me over the edge. Before I know it, I’m blowing my load into his mouth.

Taylor falls down beside me on the bed, his head in the crook of my arm, which I wrap around him. “I think seeing where this goes between us might be the best idea we’ve ever had,” he says with a sleepy smile.

“Yeah, Tay. I think so too.”

17

Taylor

“So what haveyou two been up to?” Mom asks as Brenner and I settle at the kitchen table.

When Bren and I had our conversation last week, even though we discussed our parents and friends, I was a little too dickmatized to consider how weird it would feel to be around our parents.

Really, dickmatized and assmatized.

Wait, assmatized isn’t a thing.

Although, it sure as fuck feels like it is now that I’ve had Brenner a few times since our first fuck.

“School and work,” I say, my throat dry. I gulp, avoiding eye contact with Brenner, who said on the way over,“I’m gonna enjoy watching you squirm.”Hope he’s lapping it up like he laps up my cum.

“School and work?” Keith asks as he checks on the pot roast he’s making for dinner. Keith has been setting up his place to rent it out, so he’s staying with my mom, since this is where they plan to live after they get married. Because of the memories they have in that house with Bren’s mom, Keith plans to keep it in the family, eventually pass it on to Brenner, which I know means the world to him.

“Bren,” Keith goes on, “please tell me you guys are getting out and having some fun.”

“Actually, we’ve been having a lot of funinside,” Bren responds, and I shoot him a quick glare, being extra careful since Mom knows me too well for me to get away with a bluff. “Video games, movies, giving each other hell and the usu.”

Nice cover, Brenner…and really close to the truth since messing around has become the usual for us.

Fortunately, Mom’s too busy pulling out her iPad to notice any of my tells. When we arrived at her place, she said she had some questions about what we’d prefer for the wedding. And while she’s going through things she’s already texted me about, I help Keith finish prepping dinner. Once we have the meal on the table, Mom puts away her iPad and we start to eat.

“Damn, you still know how to make a good roast,” I say. I’ve always loved Keith’s roasts. “I won’t mind having more of these after you guys are married. Mom, I love you, but I can’t be subjected to any more of your HelloFresh experiments.”

She laughs. “It’ll be nice to have someone who’s a natural chef around the house. I’ve put on ten pounds since he moved in.”

“Just as beautiful as the day I first saw her,” Keith says, his affectionate gaze making Mom blush. As adorable as the moment is, I feel I wouldn’t be doing my job as her kid if I didn’t make a gagging sound.

“Get a room,” Bren adds.

“Thank you, we have one to head to,” Keith teases, and we all enjoy a laugh.

“Speaking of living arrangements,” Mom says, “how is the apartment working out?”

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