Page 120 of Finance Bros

He quivers, practically mewling as he starts jerking his cock again.

I knock his hand away and take over, my hand still damp with lube. With that, he drops his head back, giving me access to his neck, and surrenders to my takeover of his body.

His skin is hot when my lips make contact. I thrust slowly and jerk him in time. “You like that it hurts, don’t you?”

“It doesn’t—yes,” he says, like he can’t bother with bullshit anymore. “It’s a good hurt, though. So fucking good. Fuck.”

“Want me to stop going easy on you, beautiful?” I ask.

“Please, yes. I want you to use me to get yourself off. I wanna be everything you need.”

When he puts it that way…

It doesn’t take much with Mal. Getting myself inside him is all it takes for me to hit the edge. If he told me to come right this second, I absolutely could. It’s lucky I already came twice tonight though, because my stepbrother wants to beused.

Closing my eyes and keeping my mouth on his neck, I lose myself in the sensation of sliding back and forth in his perfectly clenching hole while he moves with me. I cover his pec to palm one of his pornographic nipples while I seek the edge of my orgasm without going over. I fuck him slowly, rocking my hips and squeezing his cock from base to tip.

I wish I could say I last longer. I wish I could say I’m immune to the sounds he makes, the words and pants and curses erupting in a steady stream from his perfect mouth, but the truth is he turns me on like a fucking power plant and then some. Too soon, my balls are so full, and my body is so lit up, that when he comes with a cry, and I feel the first gush of his load coating my hand, I detonate.

Fucking without a condom is crazy intense. The sensation of sliding through my own cum has me needing to spill every last drop inside him.

His slutty ass is all too willing to take it.

It makes him the sexiest person to have ever graced my bed, and fuck me because I never want to let him go.

We’re both still shaking when I pull out, and I feel the window for sleep open wide.

He peeks over his shoulder when he hears me yawn.

I use his discarded pants to gently wipe him up, then flip his boneless body over to face me. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I feel his heavy, contented sigh against my chest.

“It gets better every time,” he says.

“Shut up,” I say before giving him a long, deep kiss where I feel him laugh faintly before kissing me back.

“You don’t think so?” he asks, when I pull away with my eyes still closed.

“I do think so. I thought you wanted me to sleep.”

His hand moves through my hair and he plants a soft kiss to my forehead. “Good night, Ry.”

“Night, Mal,” I say and happily surrender to sleep.

My brain waitsuntil the sun comes up to start second-guessing. Why I can’t just let myself enjoy this, I have no idea, but here I am, determined to find something wrong. The only time those thoughts go quiet is when we’re messing around. When I’ve got him fastened to some part of me.

Out of a sense of self-preservation, I get out of bed before he wakes. I shower alone. I know I’m running the risk of pissing him off orhurting his feelings,but once again, I feel the need to scale this back.Thismeaning whatever’s going on between us. I need time to process and think, and whether he realizes it or not, he needs it at least as much as I do.

I’ve never been the impulsive one of the two of us, and I can’t shake the sense he’s headed for some kind of crisis over his sexuality. What he told me last night makes sense—the dots connect—but sometimes what we physically enjoy isn’t what we need to live a happy life.

Sometimes, it’s the exact opposite.

He does look annoyed when he wakes up to find me fully dressed and working at my desk, but he takes himself to the shower without complaint and emerges walking only a little funny. “Has Stephanie been out?”

“Yeah,” I tell him. “And I got you a smoothie.”

“You did?”

“It’s in the fridge.”

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