Page 96 of The Step Dare

“Jesus Christ, there’s more to this thing? Fuck it.”

Bren moves forward, taking my mouth, his breath fresh with mint and vodka as his tongue teases mine. I forget about our desperate attempt to get out of our clothes and just enjoy the way he tastes and being close to his body again. It hasn’t even been that long since we’ve messed around, but it feels like for-fucking-ever.

As his mouth travels to my throat, his expert tongue stimulating my nerves, I roll my head back, savoring the sensation.

“Fuck, Bren,” I say as his lips trail down my body, along the open placket of my shirt, as he makes his way down my torso in broad, wide, tongue-filled kisses.

When he’s on his knees, his face at my crotch, Bren repositions to manage with his shirt. His cuffs are restricting his movements, but he’s able to unfasten my fly and pull down my pants with my boxers.

“Let’s make up for lost time,” he says before taking me into his mouth.

I moan, keeping it down since we have so much family staying in the hotel, and they don’t need to hear me calling out their newest relative’s name while we’re messing around.

Brenner worships my cock with those skills he’s perfected over the years, before rising to his feet. He searches behind him before saying, “Where the fuck are these damn buttons?”

While he’s looking for them, a burst of inspiration moves through me. I hook my arm around his waist and legs and scoop him off the floor.

“The hell, Tay?”

“I honestly didn’t think this through,” I admit since I can only take short steps with my pants still around my ankles. But I really play it up, make like I’m carrying a fucking boulder. “I knew you should have only had one slice of cake.”

He bursts into a laugh as I lay him on the bed, his hands still bound by his cuffs.

He had his chance to pleasure me, so it’s my turn now.

I crawl onto the bed, sucking and licking at his happy trail, moving up with one sweeping lick until I reach his chin, which I nibble at.

“Mmm,” he says.

“I kind of like you being all twisted up under me like this,” I confess as my dick gets stiffer than usual.

“Now here’s something new,” he says, desire in his eyes.

I crawl down, unfastening his fly and dragging his briefs and pants down, exposing his stiff cock. I lick along the shaft, letting my lips graze his flesh.

“Fuck, Taylor,” he mutters.

I work his cock the way he’s taught me to tease and play with him, until he says, “Get the lube, Tay. I want you to fuck me.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” I say, practically leaping off the bed.

But apparently, in my excitement, like a real dummy, I forgot that my pants are still around my ankles, so my move to get off the bed leads to me just rolling right off.

As I hit the ground with athud, Brenner says, “Tay?”

Now I’m laughing my ass off, and as I roll and look up at him, I see the worry in his expression shift into a relieved smile.

“Damn, guess you wanted to fuck me that bad,” he jokes. “This ass must be as incredible as I always knew it was.”

I kick my shoes off, pull off my pants and boxers, then remove my shirt. Brenner kicks off his shoes and pants and briefs, but I say, “Don’t you mess with those cuffs.”

I grab the lube from my bag and rejoin him in bed, though I’m still blushing and chuckling from my epic fail.

“It’s okay,” Bren says as I lie alongside him. “I’ll still let you fuck me.”

“Out of pity?”

“Eh, I think that’s what you do for the guy you’re in love with.”

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