Page 32 of Puck My Stepbrother
“You ready?” I asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“What are you gonna say?”
“Give me your cock,please.”
“Good boy.”
And I pushed my cock far enough inside of him to break down the first barrier. Quinn grunted and made some panicked sounds, but I knew he could take it. Most of all, I knew hewantedit. Finally, my cock sank into his ass, and my entire length was enveloped in warmth.
My stepbrother-to-be moaned, and I knew he wanted nothing more than to be in bed with me.
I grabbed his hips as I pushed in and out of him. The sounds coming from Quinn hadn’t changed drastically, which I considered a good sign. I reached around his hip, clamped my hand around his cock, and jerked it hard as I loosened up his hole.
Once I found myself pushing in and out with each stroke, I released his cock and grabbed his sides again. My hips set in motion, I fucked Quinn Standish hard and fast, listening to the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Quinn thrust his head back into order to cope with the mounting pleasure. He backed his ass up, ramming himself against my pelvis and getting into the spirit of thing. My hands abandoned his sides again as I reached for my stepbrother-to-be’s neck. They closed around it, my fingers pressing into his throat, and I squeezed ever so slightly.
I continued fucking him hard and fast to the rhythm I’d set. So far, he was taking it like a champ. The scene I’d dreamed of living out with Quinn was finally happening, and it was everything I’d thought it would be.
As I inched closer to climax, I pulled out of him and rolled onto the bed. Then I hopped on top of him, cat-like, and pinned his legs back until his knees nearly touched his shoulders. I entered him again effortlessly, pounding him hard and fast yet again. I drew my face close to his, kissing him and dipping my tongue into his mouth.
Oh my God, this whole thing was so fucking perfect.
I shifted my body so my ass pointed straight into the air as I fucked Quinn deep. Then his hand slipped between us. I felt the rapid motions of his hand against my stomach, and finally felt spurts of hot cum against my skin. That prompted me to speedup, fucking him as hard and fast as I could. I honestly swore sex had never felt so intense.
My climax mounted. I gritted my teeth and held onto the breath in my lungs, desperate to give way to orgasm, but forced it back as long as I could. Finally, the climax tore out of me. My body shook from it as gouts of cum shot from my cock onto Quinn’s midsection.
I thought I might collapse. Seriously. I hovered over Quinn, pushing myself up on the mattress, unwilling to show him a moment’s weakness. Then I kissed his lips, savoring as much of the moment as I possibly could.
Part of me expected him to slip out of the bed and flee like he had after the shower. But he didn’t. He remained in bed like someone who’d set the alarm clock to snooze three or four times, never wanting to leave.
Sex with Quinn wasn’t what I’d thought it would be.
It was even better.
13
QUINN
You know that line inA Tale of Two Cities: it was the best of times, it was the worst of times? Well, I felt that way after my encounter with Levi. I couldn’t deny that it’d felt amazing, even better than I’d dreamed. Levi’s cock in my ass had hurt for only a moment before the pain melted into pure pleasure. Levi had overpowered me as only he could, leaving me helpless. He’d stayed in total control throughout, seeming to love every moment exploring my body. Hadn’t I always wanted that from him?
In that sense, I loved what had happened. I reflected on it with continued desire, replaying details of the experience time and again.
On the other hand, I hated what had happened. I’d spent weeks trying to resist him, which had all amounted to nothing. At the end of the day, I’d always be putty in his hands. But even that didn’t rank as the worst part of all this. Levi had taken something from me that I could never get back. I’d truly meant for Jeff to have the privilege of taking my virginity, even if he might’ve been taking the same journey with me. Oh sure, I couldlie and say I’d never been touched before. I could tell him that he was my first, and he wouldn’t know the difference.
Problem was,Iwould know the difference. If and when we finally made love, I would see Levi’s face. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic. Like it or not, I would unconsciously (or consciously) compare Jeff to Levi. And that would include everything from Levi’s powerful hands controlling me to my stepbrother-to-be’s enormous cock pounding my ass. More than anything, I’d remember Levi’s aura, his air of confidence and control.
In a way, I hated Levi Dunn for doing this.
I’ve said before that I wouldn’t survive life under the same roof with Levi, and I meant it. Sex once would lead to sex twice…and sex three, four, five, and six times. You get the picture. I didn’t get the sense that my old buddy saw our tryst as a one-off. Now that he’d enjoyed my ass once, he’d assume that he could help himself to me any time he wanted.
That was Levi Dunn for you.
So I avoided him the next morning. Look, I know how chickenshit that sounds, but I had no other options. Even though I’d slept like shit, I woke up earlier than usual so we wouldn’t cross paths at breakfast. In fact, I darted out of the house early, so I wouldn’t have to see him at all.
And it wasn’t to avoid any dumb comments, either. You know the kind:was it as good for you as it was for me?Or something stupider, like along the lines of asking whether my ass was too sore to sit for a week.
