Page 83 of The Step Dare

I tremble. “Can you stop being so fucking sexy?”

Taylor laughs, but then sucks in a deep breath when I lower myself on him completely. “Oh fuck. You feel so good.”

“You fucking love my ass, don’t you, love how I take you in, how I squeeze your cock.” My dick bobs while I move on him, Taylor’s hands on my hips, fingers digging in. “You can’t even speak, can you? Too lost in your boyfriend’s ass.” Turnabout is fair play. He made it hard for me not to come; I can do the same to him.

“My ass,” Taylor says, and my dick twitches again.

“Stop being so good at this.” I push down on him again. Taylor strokes his hands up and down my torso. His eyes roll back, muscles tight, and I can see how good this feels, see that he’s closer to his nut than he wants me to believe.

“Fuck…fuck,” Taylor says, and I pull off him, my body complaining just as much as his is when he arches for me, reaching out to try and grab me.

I slick my fingers with lube, then slam my mouth down on his while I push two fingers inside him. Taylor’s teeth dig into my lip the way I’d done to him just a little while ago, and it makes tendrils of pleasure twist and turn inside me.

I work him open as quickly as possible, feasting on his mouth, only pulling back to tell him how good his ass feels and that I can’t wait to come inside him.

“Do it. Fuck me, Bren. I want your cock so much.”

I swear I’m nearly blind with lust as I pull back, slick up my dick, then roll him so he’s slightly on his stomach and side. Taylor bends one leg upward, and I straddle the bottom leg, using my hand to spread his ass cheeks, then push inside his tight, pink hole.

“God yes,” he says, just before I rail into him with hard, fast, deep thrusts. He’s so damn hot inside, his ass squeezing my cock just right.

Taylor turns his head and looks up at me, this person who has been such an integral part of my life for so long and who’s nowmore. All the moments we’ve shared, every game and dance and night out, every talk and joke and laugh have been leading to this moment.

I pull out of him, and Taylor rolls onto his back. I push his legs up, then slam into him again.

“Jerk your cock, Tay. I want you to come all over that pretty chest of yours while I fill your ass with my load.”

“Do it. I’m so close. Come in me. I want it.”

The room around us disappears as I lose myself to the pleasure. My orgasm hits me, cock twitching inside him, balls emptying in spurt after spurt into Taylor’s eager body.

He tenses beneath me, muscles straining as the first jet of his release hits his chest, then again and again, his ass tightening around me, squeezing all I have to give.

“Holy fuck. That was the hottest moment of my life,” spills from my lips. I’m on the verge of collapsing beside him, but instead I lean down, licking his abs clean of all his cum. “Don’t want this to go to waste.”

Taylor threads his fingers through my hair. “That’s it. Lick it all up, Bren.”

I do as we both want, then lie down beside him, turning his head toward me and kissing him, letting Taylor taste himself on my tongue.

“Being boyfriends is the best,” he says, and I nuzzle his neck and smile into it.

“We should have done this a long time ago.”

“For sure…but you know, we decided to wait to get into a relationship until right before our parents get married.”

We share a laugh because…how can we not? It’s wild that we had all this time together and didn’t start dating until now. “Yeah, but if we’d have done that, our parents might not have gotten together.”

“Good point.” He draws circles on my skin with the tip of his finger. “I can’t believe it’s almost time for the wedding.”

“Same. It’ll be interesting.” To say the least. “Not much longer, and we’ll be watching our parents say I do. And then we’ll tell them we’re boyfriends.” Totally my new favorite word.

Taylor doesn’t reply right away, and I ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Perfect.”

“Me too.”

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