Page 30 of Puck My Stepbrother
I extended a hand at the shelves of Blu-rays I owned, which ranged from theRockyseries toCaddyshack,Ghostbusters, andThe Terminator.
“Sorry, I don’t have any books in here,” I said.
“To each their own, I guess.”
Quinn’s voice didn’t sound weak or shaky now, but he spoke almost too softly to be heard.
“I’ve got a mini-fridge in here and pretty much everything I need except for my own bathroom.”
I raised my eyebrows at him, hoping like hell he’d pick up on the innuendo. A smart guy like him couldn’t have missed it, so I decided Quinn still had some fight left in him. I’d known him a long time, and I understood he was no lightweight. In fact, I kind of respected that about him.
But Quinn pretended like I’d said nothing at all. Maybe he hadn’t meant to challenge me, but I totally took it that way, and meant to answer.
“I should be going,” he said.
“What’s your rush?”
He had no answer for that. Of course he didn’t.
I stood up and stared deep into those perfect hazel eyes of his. At that moment, I knew he was mine.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do what we did in the shower the other night?”
“I dunno. How long?”
His words sounded so soft and drawn out, like a fluffy cloud drifting in the sky.
“Forever,” I said.
And I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and drew him forward.
“You’ve wanted this for the longest fucking time, too,” I continued. “Why don’t you tell me how long you’ve wanted this body?”
His lips moved, but no words came out. I had my stepbrother-to-be right where I wanted him.
I leaned in and kissed his lips, my tongue eagerly entering his mouth. My tongue lapped over his and, for a moment, I thought I might devour Quinn Standish whole.
I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing his body against mine, and felt the hard cock in his jeans press against my leg.
“Good for you, bro,” I said in a rough voice when our lips broke apart. I cupped a hand over his bulge, kneading it, enjoying every moment touching it. “Why don’t you let me take care of this for you?”
Quinn nodded slightly, but otherwise met me only with heavy breathing.
I crouched down, grabbed the front of his jeans again, and pulled him up nice and close. Then I unfastened his belt slowly, my eyes never leaving the bulge in his jeans. I unzipped his fly and eased his jeans down past his hips, revealing a pair of gray boxer briefs. His cock strained against them, leaving a dark spot of pre-cum on the fabric.
Then I leaned in, nibbled on the head, and listened to Quinn’s gasp. It was music to my ears. His hand found the top of my head, fingers swimming through my hair.
“I want to see it,” I said. When he didn’t answer, I added, “And I want you to put it in my mouth.”
A gust of air left his mouth as I tucked my thumbs under the elastic of his underwear and peeled them back. His cock sprangfree, bobbing up and down in front of my face, allowing a close-up view of its generous curve.
“Mmm, nice,” I said.
“You’ve seen it before, haven’t you?”
“I know, but never this close before. And I didn’t get to taste it last time, don’t you remember?”
He nodded like the whole experience was making it impossible to speak. I took his dick in my hand and stroked it back and forth before touching the tip of my tongue to the drop of pre-cum hanging from the end of his member. Then I nibbled the head again, sealing my lips around it, and drew it into my mouth.
