Page 43 of Tameron

It was too easy to repeat myself, which I did as I began to hold him tighter, jerk him harder. He didn’t answer me.He just grunted hard, thrusting his hips into the circle of my hand, his head tipped back on a loud groan. Before I could lose myself in his noises, his eyes flew open and he dropped forward, hands slamming on either side of my head. “Oh my god, your brother!”

I looked around frantically for a second. “What?”

“What if he’s home?” His eyes were wide and wild.

I grinned at him and shook my head. “Honey, he can’t hear either of us. He won’t know.”

“I—oh. Oh.” Slapping a hand over his face, he dropped his forehead against mine. “How did I forget?”

“It happens. But youcanforget about him. You can forget about everything except this.” I pushed my hand back between us, and this time, I guided his cock to mine. My hand wasn’t big enough to fit all the way around both of us, but I got a good grip and squeezed.

Tameron sucked in a sharp gasp and pulled back. “Oh. That’s…oh.” He gave a short, experimental thrust and then swallowed heavily. His face was ruddy, making the faint freckles he had stand out. “That’s…that feels…”

“I know.” I was losing it again, feeling his hard cock thrusting against mine. And there was something to be said about the fact that it was the only part of us touching without clothes. Everything narrowed down to that point—our cocks and my hand—and I loved it.

I sped up, my arm aching as he began to match me thrust for thrust, and I could feel it in the way his dick kicked that he was close.

“I—oh, oh,oh,” he said. His eyes were closed again as he chased the sensation.

“Yes, come on. Come on, baby. Come for me. Come all over me,” I said, pitching my voice loudly.

He grunted hard, his knees tightening against the outsides of mine, and then, with a short, sharp cry, he let go. He came in hot ropes, splattering over my belly, dribbling onto my shirt and the waistband of my boxers.

The heat of it was too much for me. I squeezed us both hard, shoving my hips up and releasing. The orgasm was more of a slow burn—a heavy thing that coursed through me as my cum joined his, and I felt the sudden urge to wrap my entire body around him and hold him.

But I didn’t. I let him choose what felt right.

As his breathing recovered, he blinked down at me. “Is cuddling, you know…?”

I lifted a brow.

“Hetero—uh, normal. Or whatever?”

I burst into laughter and knocked him to the side, curling around to spoon him. “No,” I said, right up against his ear, kissing the back, right above where his hearing aid was attached. “Cuddling is not heteronormative. And don’t overthink it, okay? You like what you like.”

He nodded and took a deep breath—slowly in and out—then settled his weight back against me. “This was different.”

“In a good or bad way?”

Tameron shook his head. “No, neither. Just…different.”

“Verdict?”

He hummed softly, then twisted in my arms until his leg was hitched over my hip and his chest was pressed against mine. Icould feel our cooling cum starting to dry and stick us together, but I wasn’t bothered, and he didn’t seem to be either.

“Nine point five out of ten.”

I blinked. “What do I have to do to get that half a point?”

Biting his lip, he smirked. “Let me think on it. Fantasize a little. I’ll let you know.”

“So that means you’d like to do this again?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed. I mean, if you’d be interested.”

I would. But I didn’t want to seem too eager. I had no idea what he was interested in. “What are you looking for from me?”

“I don’t know.” He looked almost frightened, and I understood. This was new for him. “More of this.”

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