Page 44 of Sugar Rush
He shook his head quickly, but looked kind of delighted by the jealous snarl in my voice. “I haven’t gone that far with anyone yet.”
“We’re on a crowded road in broad daylight.”
“Yeah, but we’re so high up. No one can see in here,” he reasoned. “I know you have to leave as soon as we get to the hotel. Do you really want to go work feeling like this?”
We can’t. We shouldn’t. We’re stepbrothers. You deserve better than sucking off someone like me in an old pickup truck with ratty seats. There were a million reasons why I should have said no. But when he shifted down into a position where he could hover over my lap, I couldn’t say anything.
The relief when he tugged my zipper down to let my cock spring out was so palpable, I let out a little groan. The cool air in the truck hit my swollen, ultra-sensitive flesh, followed by hiswarm breath. Glancing over at the car next to us, I could see he was right about being too high for anyone to see. Unless another big truck happened to come by, no one would have a clue what was going on. No one would know that my unbelievably sinful and sexy virgin stepbrother was sucking my cock.
An unmistakably pleased purr crawled its way out of his throat, followed by a perfect, needy little whimper. “Your dick is perfect.”
The praise poured into my ears and dripped down into my chest to make my heart pound. He’d made it clear that he’d approved of my cock when I’d fingered him in my room before, but hearing him say the words out loud was addictive.
“Perfect for what?”
He raised his head, gazing up at me with those bright, beautiful blue eyes. The sight of my pulsing, dripping cock so close to his lips was almost too much for my brain to process.
“For everything I want,” he answered, before tilting his pretty face back down.
His hot, wet tongue laved over my head, lapping up the precum that was starting to drip down onto my shaft. As he took it into his mouth, the gentle suction paired with the way his tongue swirled around me had me shuddering and clenching my jaw. With one hand gripping the steering wheel to keep us from swerving off the road, I laid my other hand on the crown of his head, riffling my fingers through his silky locks of hair.
“Fuck.”
Keeping my eyes locked on the road in front of me, I tried to focus on my surroundings instead of the indescribable feeling of Jordy’s mouth around my cock. Every time he stroked his lips back up, he came down to take me just a little deeper. He seemed so eager to take it all, even though I knew that definitely wasn’t happening. But his enthusiasm was so fucking sexy, I could barely keep from rolling my hips to give him more. It felt like hewas worshiping me, like he’d never wanted anything more than he wanted my dick.
He shifted so he could grip onto my thigh with one of his hands, the other wedging down into my boxers so he could clutch my base, stroking at my balls like he couldn’t get enough of me in his mouth, in his hands. He just wanted more of me, period.
My alpha instincts hit me with a quick jolt to my senses, reminding me that omegas needed praise. I couldn’t get rid of the alarm signals in my head telling me I shouldn’t encourage him, but I’d already come this far.
“That feels so fucking good.” His fingers tightened and dug into my thigh like he was happy with the statement, and he somehow managed to nuzzle his face into my lap in an innocently affectionate way, even with his mouth stuffed full of my cock.
He kept letting out tiny little moans, the vibrations shooting down my shaft into my balls until they were pulsing and aching. When my fat head finally nudged the back of his throat, I tightened my fingers in his hair, pulling him up a little.
“Not so deep. You’re going to choke.”
When he pulled up to release my dick from his mouth with a light pop, the sight of his swollen lips and the sound of his labored panting made me want to shove his face back down so I could fuck his throat until I was shooting my cum down it.
“Am I… Is it okay?” He asked softly, rasping a little. The uncertainty on his face was so rare, it was like a punch to my chest. I apparently hadn’t been clear enough in how I felt.
Thanking the gods that I was pulling up to a red light in that moment so I could lock eyes with him, I petted down his hair to cup his cheek and stroke the pad of my thumb over his plump bottom lip.
“More than okay, Angel. You’re fucking amazing.”
His eyes lit up a bit at my words, but there was still a shadow of insecurity on his face. “Is it… I mean, am I better than, um… Other…”
I groaned, letting my head fall back on the seat. “No one I’ve been with comes close to you, Jordy.” No one else could ever mean as much to me as he meant, but no matter how good all of this felt, saying that was going too far. “I can’t think about anyone but you.”
He scrambled up to his knees, and I caught one quick flash of his delighted face before his hands cupped my cheeks, his mouth slamming onto mine. After shoving his tongue into my mouth and kissing me until my brain function stopped, he pulled away to gaze at me with absolute infatuation.
“I feel the same way, Kieran! I never think about other alphas! All I want is you, I swear.”
Blinking, all I could do was clear my throat. The way he was looking at me was so bright and sincere and full of this unexplainable light, like it could fill me up and force out all of my shadows, that I couldn’t speak.
The car behind us honked, breaking the spell that Jordy’s adoration had put me under, bursting the fantasy bubble I’d somehow fallen into. The light had turned green.
“Shit.” I hissed out the word as I let off the brake to pull forward.
“Sorry,” he apologized, still panting as he sank back down onto the seat. He looked happy and confused and slightly embarrassed all at once, and I couldn’t help but be charmed by the fascinating mix of emotions. “I shouldn’t have done that, but hearing you say that is just… I’m really happy.”
