Page 44 of Puck My Stepbrother
When our lips broke apart, I asked, “You know, I was thinking…”
And all at once, I drew a blank. I had a brain fart. Whatever you want to call it. I knew what I wanted to ask, but the words failed me.
Jeff had this look in his eyes that I couldn’t read. In a way, I only wanted to lose myself in them. Those brown eyes were so beautiful. Jeff was so fucking sexy. So I kissed him again, wanting nothing more than to take the next step.
One problem, though: I didn’t have a hard-on.
Had I snuggled up with Levi like that, an erection would’ve threatened to rip through my jeans. Now I felt like I couldn’t force myself hard no matter how perfect Jeff looked and how badly I wanted this.
I snuggled up closer, feeling Jeff’s dick through his jeans for the first time. A jolt of excitement coursed through me as blood rushed through my veins. Thank God I hadn’t gone completely numb. Jeff hadn’t achieved a hard-on yet either, but feeling his cock seemed like a step in the right direction. Levi could no longer say that we hadn’t touched one another in an intimate way.
But soon, I did find Jeff getting a little stiffer. No surprise, considering he knew what loomed on the horizon. Soon, I felt his cock at full hardness pressed against my leg.
And I still didn’t have a hard-on of my own.
Fuck. I had to survive this somehow.
We dove back into kissing, this time with open mouths. My tongue slipped into his mouth and his hand cupped the back of my head, mashing my face against his. My hand dipped below the equator, cupping his cock and feeling the stiff ridge in his pants. I wanted to see and taste that meat in the worst way. Despite my eager thoughts, my body wouldn’t respond the way I wanted (and desperately needed) it to.
Not yet, anyway.
My dick was still mostly soft.
Jeff’s hand left my head to caress my shoulder and arm before working its way south of my waistline. He grabbed my crotch, squeezing and kneading, but not finding the same hardness as in his pants.
He kissed my lips and cheek. Then he buried his face in my neck. When Levi had done that, I’d thrust my head back. Now, I only threw it back to give Jeff a reaction.
Then he eased me down onto the cushions like Levi would’ve, but without the power or aura of control. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, freeing his erection like he’d go mad if it stayed trapped a moment longer.
Jeff’s cock was long but slim, standing up at an angle. A small patch of public hair had begun growing in where he shaved himself maybe a week ago. I wanted to reach out and grab his cock, stroke it, and take it in my mouth, but Jeff had other plans. He eyed my crotch like a Christmas present, seeming to want my cock in the worst way. I knew what would come next, which would be totally bad news.
I tensed up when he grabbed my belt. He unbuckled it and dragged my zipper down. I owed the tension to my lack of experience, but also because I didn’t want him to see that I hadn’t gotten hard.
He would think something was wrong. Worse, he’d think I found him unattractive.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“Because you look nervous.”
When I said nothing more, Jeff took the cue to keep going. If nothing else, I had to try. I lifted my ass up from the couch to assist him in sliding my jeans and underwear down. Nothing had changed for me in the last minute or so. Pants and underwear tossed aside, my dick just laid there like a noodle in a thatch of red pubic hair.
But Jeff eyed it hungrily anyway. He leaned over me, pressing his body against mine, letting me feel his weight.
As he kissed me, I realized I could only think about Levi.
When I examined Jeff’s face, I saw my stepbrother-to-be. I pictured that sly grin that reminded me I would always be his. When Jeff kissed me, I felt my old bully’s lips pressed against mine. The feeling suggested I’d only ever wanted Levi.
Jeff shifted back, peered down at my crotch again, and found my member still soft.
He took it in his hand and stroked it from the base up, trying to get the blood moving. I grew slightly hard, but not nearly enough to matter.
Fuck!
We’d finally gotten down to the good stuff, and I literally couldn’t rise to the occasion.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
