Page 57 of Dead Serious with Benefits
“Ah, well, my apologies for scarring you,” I said with a wince. I didn’t have siblings, but I imagined it was probably unpleasant, if not disgusting, to hear about the size of your brother’s dick. “I didn’t know you were there.”
Dom sighed, more aggrieved than I thought possible. “God, between Mason and Jace groping each other in the worst hiding places, Milo and Eli constantly making out and hugging each other, I was getting more than enough scarring for a lifetime. Never in my life would I have thought you would participate in it, even by accident.”
“He’s being slightly dramatic,” Arlo explained as he zipped his pants up.
“At least you didn’t accuse me of being jealous,” Dom muttered, and I watched him toss something back on the couch. “I’m going to bed.”
“We’ll behave,” Arlo said, ducking his head, though if it was out of guilt or to hide his smile, I couldn’t tell.
“Don’t, please don’t. If anyone needs to get laid, it’s you. I’m putting my headphones on with everything full blast. The only way you’re going to scar me further is if the whole house vibratesor you bust down the door to do...whatever you’re planning on doing, in front of me.”
In direct contrast to how Arlo moved, I could track Dom’s footsteps down the hallway as he stomped off, murmuring to what I guessed was one of the cats before the door closed. “Hmm, he seems nice.”
Arlo laughed. “He is, though I don’t think he’s far off the mark in claiming that he’s probably scarred. That is the only time my siblings have ever dealt with a direct show of my...personal life.”
“I’m guessing that’s not one of the brothers you mentioned earlier that you said you should tell me about.”
“No, that would be Milo and Eli.”
“Who...are a couple?”
“Yes.”
“Your brothers? Wow, that’s...okay, and I thought I had some interesting kinks.”
“They’re my adoptive brothers, but they’re stepbrothers to each other. So there’s nothing untoward.”
“Well, okay, that does dial back the kink factor a bit, but not completely.”
“It works for them.”
“I won’t even try to cast doubt on that,” I said with a snort and then peered around the doorway. “Do you think he’s okay now?”
“I’m sure the first thing he did was head straight for his headphones,” Arlo said with a laugh. “I’m not sure how I feel about it, but at least he’s handling it with as much grace as Dom can muster.”
“Interesting,” I said, turning and pulling his zipper back down. “Then let me get back to the big stick I mentioned.”
He was soft when I put my hand back into his pants, but that was understandable. Especially when I could feel him stirringback to life at a speed that actually boosted my ego. Pulling him with me, I headed toward the couch, momentarily forgetting that something might be in my path. I was reminded when a sudden jolt of pain exploded in my shin as bone met what felt like solid wood, and I hissed.
“Just tell me what you’re trying to do,” Arlo said with a snort. “Before you’re the one who ends up in the ER.”
“God, I was just...trying to get you to the couch so you could sit down.”
“Alright, I can do that.”
I let him because I was in no position to do it without personal injury or property damage. He draped his jacket over the back of a chair while I tossed mine into it without a care. In the next instant, I was in front of him, holding myself up by one arm as I leaned in close to kiss him, putting my knee between his legs so I didn’t have to rely solely on my arm.
He was back to half hard when I wrapped my hand around him, stroking as I felt him stiffen under my touch. A soft groan escaped his lips when I ran my thumb along the underside of his leaking head, and I felt a jolt of pleasure and satisfaction shoot through me. I could already feel my breathing growing tighter as I realized it was easier than I thought to get a reaction. Either he was a lot more expressive when it came to sex than I thought, or he was just that into me. Either possibility offered a thrill, and I would have the mystery solved later.
“Big stick,” I repeated as I pulled from the kiss, still stroking him slowly.
He said nothing as he reached up and cupped my pants, humming. “When did you undo your pants? And how did I not notice?”
“I’m allowed tricks of my own,” I told him with a grin, anticipation tightening my gut as his fingers slid over my groinbefore tugging down my underwear and reaching in to fish me out.
“Hmm,” he said in a low voice that carried far enough for me to hear but no further. “I might have caught a glimpse before, but I can see why Will included you in the comment about not wanting to bottom for us.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I told him as he ran his fingers up and down my shaft. Honestly, I could tell from the first time I had gotten a good look at his dick that we really weren’t that different. There wasn’t going to be any chance of one of us feeling ‘less’ than the other because of size. Strange as it might sound, it was something I’d run into in the past, and I was glad that even though Arlo didn’t strike me as the type, it wasn’t possible for us.
