Page 10 of Stepbrother Mine

“This okay?” I ask. “You seemed like you needed it.” He nods and raises his top leg slightly to give me better access. I slide in the tiniest bit more and he lets out a contented sigh. My chest squeezes.

“Thank you,” he whispers, and I kiss his golden hair. It’s so soft and thick that I can’t help burying my nose in it and drinking him in. He smells of sex and sweat, but I detect his apple and cinnamon body wash there, too.

“You gonna make it til the sun comes up before you’re begging me to fuck you again?” I ask as I spoon him, the heat of his ass wrapped around my fingers.

“Can’t make any promises,” he murmurs. I chuckle, feeling his hair tickling my face.

Seconds later I’m drifting to sleep.

When I wake again, it’s daylight and the sun is casting light over the room. Sebastian is against me, his arm draped over my stomach and his leg slung over mine, pinning me in place. His head rests on my chest as he breathes softly, his gorgeous blond waves pooled over his slender shoulders, some of it falling down his back and the rest tickling my chest and abdomen. His mouth is slightly parted as his chest rises and falls against mine. I feel his semi hard cock against my hip and have the vague recollection of becoming sore in the middle of the night and reluctantly pulling my fingers from him. He had moaned softly and then rolled over, putting us in the position we’re in now.

I only just realize now with his hand resting on my chest that his nails are bright pink and perfectly manicured. I take his hand in mine, and raising it to my lips, I press soft kisses to his slender fingers until he stirs.

He moans and blinks up at me. A grin spreads across his gorgeous face. “Morning,” he purrs.

“Morning. You sleep okay?” He nods and then hums contentedly as I run my fingers through his hair.

“I like your fingernails.” He snorts and chuckles, spreading his fingers and looking at his nails. I cock an eyebrow at the uncharacteristic response to my compliment. “Something wrong?”

He shakes his head, laughing a little. “No, it’s just, they’re not mine.”

I laugh. “Excuse me? You’re borrowing someone else’s nails? Did you borrow someone else’s eyes and mouth?” He laughs. I rake my gaze over his naked body as I pull away from him slightly. “Please don’t tell me your cock and balls are on loan, too.” He smacks my chest, chuckling.

“No, they’re press ons,” he says, then adds, “the nails, not my junk.”

I grin. “Yes, these are very real. Of that I am certain.” He gasps as I reach down and begin to stroke him.

“Why the fake nails?” I ask as his cock thickens in my grip and his breaths turn ragged.

“I…I,” but he seems lost for words as I twist my wrist around his shaft and then rub my thumb over his slit. He’s leaking already and it’s glorious.

“What was that?” I tease, and he moans, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. I’m suddenly desperate to get a fourth orgasm out of him before we start our day, or talk about whatever this is. And this time I want to see his face when he comes.

“It,” he grunts out. “It keeps me…from biting…my nails.”

He’s breathing hard now, gasping as the words come out slowly. He’s so fucking hard. I groan as I continue to stroke him, and he lifts his hips, chasing my hand.

“You gonna come for me again, little brother? Like the filthy little slut you are?” His dick throbs in my hand, more precum leaking out and sliding down the sides.

“Can I?” he says, his eyes opening, his pupils blown wide. “Please?”

I purr as I hover over him. “Such a good boy.” I lower my lips to his and kiss him slow and languid, my own cock hard at the feel of his mouth on mine and his naked cock in my hand, hard and heavy. I pull away and he whimpers and licks his lips, then bites down as I press kisses to his chest, making my way down his lean body. When I reach my destination I blow on the tip of his engorged cock.

“Fuck!” he shouts. He makes such a beautiful picture, his cheeks flushed, his hair pooled around him and his arms up on either side of his head as he drinks in the pleasure, letting me have my way with him. I bury my nose in his groin and drink in the musky scent of sweat and sex still permeating off of him. His dick twitches beautifully and his thighs tremble. “Fuck,” he says again, softer but more desperate this time.

I can’t take it anymore. I have to have him. “How’s your ass?” I ask.

“Sore,” he admits, “but not so bad I won’t let you use me again.”

I groan and press my lips to his. He wraps his legs around me as I continue to stroke him, not super slow, but not super fast either, just enough to keep him writhing but unable to come.

“You’re going to destroy me,” he gasps once we part.

“That’s the idea,” I tell him. “Hands on the headboard. No touching. I’m going to fucking own this gorgeous body.” He nods repeatedly and his dick jumps, making my need skyrocket. I reach for the lube on the nightstand again and cover my fingers. I look back at him. “Spread your legs, little brother. Show me that pretty little hole.” His legs open wide, hands still by his head, his hole fluttering in anticipation. I moan. “Such a gorgeous little pucker.” I tap it and he whimpers. I imagine it’s sensitive.

“Mine,” I growl, and kiss him again as my fingers circle his entrance before pressing inside. I swallow his moans and whimpers as my fingers fuck his ass and my tongue fucks his mouth. I reach that soft rubbery spot I love inside him and his whole body spasms, but I don’t stop kissing him. He’s being so good, keeping his hands where I instructed. The fact that he can’t touch me is such a fucking turn on. I love that I have complete ownership of his body.

“Come for me, beautiful,” I whisper in his ear, my fingers hitting the sweet spot over and over. I plant kisses on his neck and jaw and torso. My tongue slides over one of his hardened nipples and he bucks, shouting. Then I’m staring at his face while I peg his prostate over and over and he explodes, his hole clenching around my fingers, his mouth parted in a silent gasp as he throws his head back, his cock pulsing and his cum covering his abdomen. I hum in approval and slide down to lick his release from his body.

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