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"Come for me again," I whisper between thrusts. "Come for me, Blakely."

And he does. His cum explodes down my throat, coating my tongue and lips. I swallow it all, savoring the taste and texture.

Oh, Christ—no one in my life has ever made me feel this way. Not Amanda, certainly not any chick I've been with. Blakely is a guy, but he turns me on more than life itself.

It doesn't matter that he's a guy. Fuck it—I like cock. There's no second guessing.

I suck the last of his cum from his pulsating cock, then rise to my lips and kiss him. I swirl my tongue around his cheeks possessively, desperately, refusing to let him go.

"On your knees, stepbro."

Blakely obliges at once and I take in his beautiful form. I'm on cloud nine, and I need to make him mine. I push my dick into his tight mouth, and he gasps as I fill him up. His lips clench around me, and his cheeks milk me as I move in and out.

"Suck this fucking cock. How much can you fit down your throat? I'm your fucking stepbrother—you'd better fit it all in."

Blakely continues to suck me with gusto, his head bobbing up and down as I thrust into his throat. I'm close, the culmination of myoperamounting within me.

"Oh, God, Blakely…" I moan, my body shaking with pleasure. Blakely hums in response, his hands gripping my hips, his eyes snapping shut. I pull out and he looks up at me.

I explode on his face. Hot jets of cum splatter across his cheeks and forehead, coating his facial features in my release. Blakely's eyes widen in surprise, then pride as he licks his lips clean. It covers his cheeks and lips, and he licks it off and smiles slyly.

I heave him to his feet, panting as we both come down from our high. We kiss, not speaking, simply savoring the afterglow of our bliss.

My right hand travels down his back, and I grip his ass. He moans, swooning into my grip. "Christ!"

"This is mine," I rasp, biting his ear. "I own your fucking ass. Haven't rammed my cock in it yet, but when I do, it belongs to me. God help any man who tries to take it from me."

Blakely blushes. "I... think we'd better get back to the movie."

What movie? Oh, that's right.

I smirk, my breath fanning out across his lower lip, my fingers locking through his. I lick my release off his cheeks, nose, and lips, which makes his eyelashes flutter. "It tickles."

"It'll tickle even more when I kiss you with my dick in you," I growl, a primal, feral beast emerging from deep within me.

Blakely looks adorable as he sneaks out of the stall, and to our luck, the bathroom is empty. We clean up in the sinks and then hurry back to the movie.

I don't want this night to end. My heart is so full, the connection we shared so intense, that I want to experience it all again. And again.

Blakely looks up at me, his eyes sparkling with love. I take his hand and lead him back to the theater, knowing that no matter what happens, I will always be there for him. Making him come. Holding him close.

Mine.

CHAPTER11

BLAKELY

Waxley is running late, which isn't a surprise. My bestie can be as late as he likes. Heisplanning to listen to me gush about Brock instead of attending today’s LGBTQ+ Student Union meeting, after all. I'll give him a pass.

Waxley bursts into the coffee shop in the nick of time. "Oh my God, traffic was horrible. The bus was ten minutes late, and—"

"Don't worry about it." With a laugh, I pat the spot beside me. "I already ordered you a pumpkin spice latte. I hope that's okay."

Waxley settles into the chair. "You know what I like."

He takes a sip of his coffee and I launch into my monologue about Brock. I admit that the "hot football player" I told him I hooked up with was Brock. (Waxley knows better than to out Brock, which is why I've decided to trust him.) I talk about the amazing things we've done, the incredible conversations we've had, and how his presence makes me feel so alive. Waxley listens intently, nodding along.

Finally, I take a breath and Waxley grins. "Sounds like you've got it bad, Blakely. I'm happy for you. You deserve someone who makes you feel that way."

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