Page 115 of Stepbrother Dearest

“Christ.” He planted his feet on the bed and held my hair tight. “That’s it, babe. Just like that.”

I gave him one hard suck and pulled off so I could breathe. I tongued the little notch under his head, then dipped the tip of my tongue into his slit.

“Ungh.” He bucked his hips up and drove his length down my throat. The roughness of the move made my spent dick twitch. Fuck he was strong. “I’m coming,” he warned, letting go of my hair.

I kept with him, sucking hard and fast. His dick pulsed in my mouth and he came with a long groan, emptying down my throat. I swallowed him, making sure I got every drop.

“Holy shit.” He laughed euphorically as I rolled off him and onto my back.

Hearing him laugh so freely, feeling the bed shake as he wobbled and struggled to flip back over, my stomach swooped. Graham was always so closed off after sex. In those first few minutes while he was coming down, he was all cuddles and smiles and cute little happy noises, but he went back to stoic and distant the second he shook it off.

A quick sixty-nine was downright vanilla compared to the sex we usually had, but being able to share it in the morning after waking up together stripped away some of the detachment and added layers to the experience that were dangerous.

They made me want more.

Hell, they made me want everything.

“Holy fuck.” Graham collapsed on me and rubbed his cheek against my neck. His rough stubble scratched my skin. “You’re way too good at that. You made me come gangbusters.”

“Gangbusters?” I gently caressed his soft hair.

“Yeah. Is that the right word? I have no idea what it means, but it feels like it fits.”

“It does. I think. I’m not exactly sure either.”

“This sleeping with people thing isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be,” he said lightly. “Especially if I get to dothatin the morning.”

“It’s definitely a bonus. Morning Os are better than coffee. Come here.”

He lifted his head. “Huh?”

“Kiss me.”

He wrinkled his nose adorably. “You want to? Pretty sure I have both dragon and cum breath.”

I laughed, a full-belly one that made both of us shake on the bed.

“Just kiss me, moron.”

“Fine, jackass.” He grinned and met me halfway.

The kiss was slow and sweet. No tongue, just sips of our lips.

Yup. Still totally and royally fucked.

“Want some breakfast?” he asked, looking dazed.

“You’re going to spoil me if you keep feeding me.”

“You deserve it.” He gently slapped my stomach and sat up. “I’ll grab you some sweats. Want a clean shirt and underwear?”

“Yeah, thanks.” I watched as he rolled out of bed and went to his dresser. Jesus he was gorgeous. But it wasn’t just his incredible body or his model-perfect face. He radiated confidence and sass and happiness.

“These should fit.” He tossed me a bundle of clothes.

I climbed out of bed and stretched. “Thanks.”

We got dressed and Graham took me into a bathroom just down the hall from his room. He gave me a new toothbrush, and we stood side by side at the sink brushing our teeth. When we were done, he led me to the kitchen.

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