Page 38 of Step Daddy

Kit allowed his head to fall back, screwing his eyes more tightly shut. The wet spot on the front of the snug, red designer briefs Gareth had bought him that day would be obvious. His erection strained against the stretch fabric, the bulge impossible to miss.

Gareth’s breathing elevated, louder than before in the quiet of the room. His movements had picked up speed as if he wasn’t sure he could maintain control, as though they had to hurry before something happened. The pants abruptly caught at Kit’s ankles and Gareth muttered a low curse. The new dress ankle boots, yet another gift from Gareth—from Daddy—hadn’t been removed yet.

Kit sensed Gareth’s own anticipation of this moment had muddled his thinking. The thought gave Kit a strange comfort. He wasn’t alone in his need.

Once the offending items had been slipped off, Gareth cupping Kit’s naked calf to aid in their removal, Kit finally mustered up enough courage to lift his head and face his brother. Gareth locked eyes with him, the hunger in them clear. Kit could barely breathe. He wondered, hoped, that Gareth would forget about talking and touch him instead.

Gareth’s Adam’s apple bobbed twice before he spoke. “I think I should take care of this first, otherwise I doubt you’ll be able to concentrate.”

Kit didn’t need to ask what he meant.

He gave a jerky nod. “Yes.”

Gareth exhaled, long and slow, then broke their shared gaze, swiping his palms across the tops of Kit’s thighs before reaching up to grasp the band of the briefs, the final thing separating his nude body from Gareth’s eyes.

A whimper escaped Kit’s mouth before he could stop it as his dick sprung free from the confines of the underwear. His cheeks heated as Gareth fixed his stare onto Kit’s twitching cock, Gareth tossing the briefs aside without a glance.

Kit cried out the moment Gareth slid his tongue up the underside of Kit’s shaft, his balls tightening. It was so damn good. The unfamiliar sensation so decadent, so exquisite. He bit the inside of his cheek. While he knew he wouldn’t last no matter what, he didn’t want to come before he’d had the chance to enjoy this significant first. Never had he felt such desire before. He hadn’t thought it was possible.

Kit groaned as Gareth captured his cockhead between his lips, the loud noise embarrassing but unavoidable. His balls hugged his body and Kit clamped his lips together to keep from coming undone. Gareth teased the slit as if lapping up the pre-cum Kit knew he was leaking.

Then Gareth took an impossible amount of Kit’s length into his mouth and sucked the girth with enthusiasm. Kit’s dick was average-sized, but easily filled Gareth’s mouth, the tip bumping the back of his throat with each pass over his rasping tongue.

He was going to die, plain and simple.

A tingle formed at the base of Kit’s spine and grew in intensity, a wildfire about to rage out of control.

“G-Gareth…Daddy…”

Kit sucked in a sharp breath right as Gareth swallowed him down, Gareth’s throat muscles working like a vice around Kit’s throbbing cock. Kit yelled out as he exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm, cum pulsing from his cock in harsh bursts. Still, Gareth swallowed around him, milking more cum from Kit until his spent flesh became so sensitive, Kit started pushing at Gareth’s shoulders.

Gareth popped off Kit’s softening dick then nuzzled his balls, his hands massaging Kit’s thighs as he did. Kit’s chest heaved with each shallow breath as he worked to calm his breathing. Gareth touched the inside of Kit’s knees, parting them a bit more before nibbling on the most sensitive part of Kit’s thighs, occasionally scraping his teeth over Kit’s skin in a small bite.

In the same way Kit had enjoyed the harsh tug of the leather strip imprisoning his throat, he wished that Gareth would use more strength with his teeth. Perhaps even leaving a mark, a clear sign of ownership, marking Kit as his territory.

Yes. He wanted to belong to Gareth, to be Daddy’s boy. For as long as Kit could remember, he’d been adrift, hadn’t belonged anywhere or to anyone. Some people might wish for that sort of freedom. But not him. He’d never been important enough to anyone to be needed in that way, to be desired so much that he was worth the trouble of caring for, of staking a claim for.

Gareth raised his head, his smile telling Kit he’d enjoyed what they’d shared as much as Kit had.

“Fantastic, baby boy. Utterly fantastic. You taste so damn good.”

Kit scraped his teeth along his lower lip. What the hell could he way to that?

As if reading Kit’s mind, Gareth pushed up from the floor then sat on the bed next to him. Before Kit could speak, Gareth had gathered him up in his arms. Now Kit’s naked form was pressed against Gareth’s fully clothed one, the leather he wore so sensual against Kit’s skin.

Gareth cradled him, one hand cupping Kit’s ass, the other wrapped around his shoulders as he held him close.

“I know you must be overwhelmed right now, babe. And I don’t want to assume anything given what you’ve shared with me regarding your sexuality. Was that all right for you? In the sense that what we did was not only your first sexual experience with a man, but with your stepbrother.”

At that moment, Kit realized he didn’t care anymore about any of that. At least not when it came to Gareth. He still wondered about his orientation, that hadn’t gone away, but he was okay with taking Gareth’s advice and not pushing to label himself that minute. As far as Gareth being his stepbrother? Zero concern.

Gareth was his Daddy. His amazing, caring, strong and protective Daddy. To him, that was all that mattered.

“Actually, I’m not overwhelmed at all. It’s more like the piece of a puzzle has fallen into place.” Kit angled his head so he could look into Gareth’s eyes. “What we just did was fantastic for me, too. I want this, Gareth. If you’ll let me, I’ll call you Daddy all the time if that’s what you want. But don’t be afraid that this is upsetting or confusing for me.” Kit had to laugh, his heart so light for the first time in a long while. “You’ll probably think I’m nuts, but I feel free.” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. A blow job isn’t the magical cure-all for life’s challenges. But this wasn’t simply a blow job. This changed everything for me.”

Gareth caressed Kit’s cheek. “I think it might’ve for me, too.”

Then Gareth took everything to the next level, healed another small part of Kit’s soul. Their lips met, and this time, Gareth teased Kit’s mouth open and slid his tongue inside. He explored Kit’s mouth the same way he had Kit’s cock, greedily taking him over and over, possessing him with the desperate kiss.

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