The Step Dare (Peach State Stepbros #3)

Chapter 10

10

Brenner

I can’t believe this is happening. It’s hands down one of the hottest moments of my life, mostly because I’m sharing it with Taylor. Definitely never thought a threesome would be on the list of things we do, but I’m not complaining. Still, the most important thing for me is that he’s as into it as I am, that he’s having fun and feels comfortable and wants to be doing this.

The look in his blue eyes tells me that despite the nerves, Taylor is exactly where he wants to be, and I know I am. I didn’t think we’d get to do this again. It’s been weighing on me. Sex has always been great, but sex with Tay is next level, which is wild to think about, considering we haven’t even done much. I guess it’s because he’s my best friend, so of course, it feels different to be exploring these things with him.

I press a quick kiss to his mouth before climbing onto the mattress with Dax, who wasn’t lying earlier when he said he loved to take dick. The guy is insatiable in his quest for cock. It’s hot as hell to see someone shed their inhibitions so completely.

“Hands and knees. Ass up,” I tell him.

“You’re lucky I want to be fucked so badly that I’m letting you get away with bossing me around,” he replies, quickly scrambling into position.

“Ah, come on. You know you love it.” I pick up the bottle of lube and pump some onto my fingers. “Look at his hole, Tay. Isn’t it fucking sexy?” I circle Dax’s tight rim. “Come on. Get up here with us.” I want Taylor to be as involved as possible, even when I’m the one dicking Dax down. I snicker.

“What?” Taylor asks as he kneels on the bed beside me.

“If this was a porno, it could be called Dicking Dax Down .”

“That’s what you’re thinking about?” Taylor asks.

“I’m game.” Dax looks at us over his shoulder, pupils wide and clearly dying for it.

“We’re getting there,” I tell him, then ask Taylor, “What do you think?” as I push a finger into Dax’s ass.

“So hot.” Taylor gets a little closer, and I breathe out a sigh of relief.

“I’ll get him worked open for you, fuck him real good, and then you’re gonna take over, okay? You’re gonna pound him, and I’m gonna watch…then, after you make Dax nut, we’re going to come together.”

I have no idea if we can make that happen, but the thought is hot and I’m down to try. The way Taylor’s face flushes darker and his cock jerks, it’s obvious he loves the idea.

“Fuck yes.”

I grin, then give my attention to a hungry Dax. “You gonna give up your hole to both of us?”

“Yes. Fuck yes. Been wanting it all night.”

I push a second finger into him, twist them, fuck him with them, opening his ass. His hands fist into the blankets on the unmade bed as he pushes back against me.

“He’s our needy little bottom tonight, isn’t he, Tay?”

“Yeah. Fuck him, Bren. I’m dying to see you fuck him.”

God, this was the perfect idea for one last time with him, but…what would it be like for Taylor to take me? What would it feel like to have him pound me the way we’re going to do with Dax?

I shake that thought out of my head. We can’t do that. It will only make things weird between us, and that’s the last thing I’d ever want.

I grab the condom and rip it open, then roll it down my shaft. Once I’ve slicked up with lube, I nod toward the mattress beside Dax. “Lie down, Tay. Watch me and jack that pretty cock of yours.”

“And wish it was your mouth around me again,” Taylor admits before doing as I asked.

Dax reaches out with one hand and strokes him. “It is fucking pretty. You tasted it?”

“Yeah. I’ve worked a few loads out of his balls.” I wink at Taylor, then tell Dax, “Now let’s get your tight little hole all open for him.”

“Hell yes.” He pushes his ass back toward me, hungry for more.

I press the head of my cock against him, watch him let me inside, feel the tight grip of his body while Dax takes me in.

“What does it feel like?” Taylor asks, hand stroking his dick, eyes firmly on me and Dax.

“So fucking good. He’s so damn tight, so hot around my cock. Jesus, there’s nothing like feeling the grip of an ass around your cock. You’re gonna love it, Tay. Gonna always want to find a hole to stick your dick.”

“Oh fuck.” He arches up, fucking into his fist. “Hurry.”

“Yes. That. Hurry,” Dax adds. “You know how much I loved it last time.”

My whole body burns with want. I grab his hips and thrust into him. I take him hard and fast, gaze going back and forth between Dax’s ass swallowing my dick and Taylor’s stare firmly on me, watching me fuck Dax while working his own cock.

My balls are ready to unleash. I’m not normally this quick, but something about fucking Dax while Taylor watches goes straight to my head.

“Fuck yes. Harder,” Dax says breathlessly.

“I want your mouth,” Taylor tells me, voice husky with need. “Give it to me.”

My best friend and future stepbro gets up on his knees, leans in close, and takes my mouth while I slam into Dax’s body. The position is slightly awkward but still hot, one of my hands at Taylor’s nape, holding him close while I tongue-fuck his mouth.

I’m teetering on the edge, my whole body overwhelmed with sensation, the feel of Dax’s hole and the taste of Taylor’s tongue. It’s too damn much, and I have to pull back from the kiss, from Dax before I shoot. I don’t know why I want to come so badly with Taylor.

“Fuck, Tay. Take him. It’s your turn. Show us what you can do.”

We’re quick and frenzied while we change places, Dax staying in position with his ass up in one hell of a sexy offering.

Taylor’s fingers are shaking slightly as he tries to roll the condom down, so I put my hand on his, meet his gaze, and ask softly, “We good?”

“Yeah. Do it for me,” he orders, and those four words are hotter than they should be. Taylor taking control like that sends heat zipping up my spine, partly because it’s sexy as hell but also because I know it’s something he feels comfortable doing because of me.

I roll the condom down Taylor’s thick shaft, then grab the lube and slick him up. “Gotta admit…I’m a little jealous,” I say. “He gets to have all this.”

A sexy shudder rips through Taylor.

Why did our parents have to go and fall in love?

“I want to give it to you,” Taylor admits. “But right now, Dax deserves some more dick.”

“Damn right I do,” Dax says.

“Help me put it in him,” Taylor says with a mischievous expression.

It’s something he could easily do himself, but I love the idea of helping him into his first guy. I grab his stiff cock and line him up, watching every inch push in until his dick disappears into Dax’s hole.

“He feels good. You opened him up good for me, Bren.” Taylor slides in and out, watching himself sink into Dax before pulling out again.

“You like that? Like taking Dax’s ass after me?” I run my fingers down his spine, touch him in a way I maybe shouldn’t be. We said that this worked, that this was okay because we were just messing around with Dax, so it doesn’t have as much to do with us. But Taylor knows the safe word. He’s not using it. Everything in his expression, the way he moves, the sounds he makes, the way he looks at me, all of it says he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

“Yes. God yes.” His fingers are digging into Dax’s slim hips as he fucks into him. Taylor concentrates on what he’s doing, the muscles in his neck corded. He’s good at everything he does, so it’s no surprise that fucking is the same. Something about Taylor just makes people feel good no matter what he’s doing.

I rip the condom off and toss it to the floor. Just as I take myself in hand, Dax says, “Fuck that. You’re not wasting a load when I’m around. I want you both.”

I have to admit, that’s a good fucking idea.

“Why don’t you fuck his mouth while I take his ass,” Taylor says.

My dick twitches—something about that is insanely hot. And I love seeing Taylor more confident about sharing what he wants now that he’s balls-deep in his first guy.

“Yeah,” I say. “But we still have to come together. I won’t have it any other way.”

“Me neither,” he says with a playful smirk, licking his lips like the thought of us coming in Dax at the same time is getting him as worked up as it’s getting me.

And now it’s like my only mission is to make his dirty fantasy come true.

We move around the bed so I can kneel in front of Dax. He swallows me down immediately, the hot, wet suction of his mouth making me see stars. When my vision clears, I meet Taylor’s gaze over him, both of us fucking into Dax together, almost like our movements are synchronized, some kind of dance we’ve never practiced but know the moves to.

Dax is as good at taking dick as I remember. I move my hands up and down his back, then feel my fingers brush against Taylor’s. An electric shock sparks where our skin meets, then shoots up my body.

I do it again…and again, simple touches while we enjoy the man between us.

Dax’s movements become more urgent, and I can tell by how he swallows my cock that he’s getting close. No one has even touched his dick, but evidently, he doesn’t need it, at least not tonight.

“Oh fuck. His ass is tightening,” Taylor says, and Dax jerks slightly, no doubt shooting all over the blanket beneath him.

He keeps going, though, keeps taking us, keeps sucking me through his orgasm, and then I’m falling. “Fuck, Taylor. I’m gonna fill him up. Come with me.”

Our fingers touch again, and then his jaw tightens, body stiffening as I spill down Dax’s throat and he fucks his way through an orgasm of his own.

That was. So hot.

The three of us collapse onto the bed, Taylor getting rid of his condom. Dax is between us, clearly dick-drunk, his eyes glazed and blissed out.

“Holy shit. That was so damn good,” he says.

I nod, feeling oddly speechless, which might be a first.

“I should go,” Dax says.

“You don’t have to,” I tell him. The last thing I want is for the guy to feel like he’s been used and kicked out.

“I know.” He grins, pushes up and kisses me, then does the same to Taylor. I can’t help watching their tongues move together, and a moment later, Dax is climbing off the bed. “It’s still pretty early. I’m gonna head back to the bar.”

I laugh, totally not surprised.

“You only live once.” Dax shrugs while picking up his clothes. “I’m gonna clean up in the bathroom, then see myself out. Thanks for a good time.”

I watch as he leaves, closing the door behind him.

“Is he going to hook up again?” Taylor asks.

“Yep.” I roll to my side, sitting up on my elbow. “Are we good? That was…”

A smile stretches across his face. “Fun.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, it was.”

“And technically, we didn’t really break the rules.”

“I’m pretty sure we did.”

“They’re our rules, Bren, so only we get to decide that.”

I nod, then for some reason, I touch his hair, letting the strands fall through my fingers. “But it wasn’t very stepbrotherly.”

“I’m sure Ash, Colin, Troy, and Atlas would beg to differ.”

“So remind me again why we can’t keep having fun together?” But really, I know the answer.

“Because our parents are getting married, and if they somehow found out, it might be weird for them. We love them and don’t want to do anything to hurt their chances at happiness just because we have fun getting off.”

He’s right. Of course he’s right, and I agree with him, but… “It’s only sex. What are the chances they would find out we’re hooking up? It’s not like we’re in love.”

“Exactly. It’s not like we’re in love, but they are. If we had feelings or something like Atlas and Troy or Colin and Ash, that’d be another thing. But my mom’s been through too much already with the Piece of Shit, and if Keith makes her happy, I want her spending her time planning the wedding, not being more concerned with my feelings because of what we’re doing.”

And there he goes making another good point. Why can’t we just be dumb twentysomethings and not consider the consequences? But really, just like Taylor wouldn’t want to take that chance with Nicole, I don’t with Dad. “I know what you mean. I feel the same about my dad. He loves your mom, and I’d say there’s no way they could find out, but I’m sure they thought the same thing with what they were doing.”

And they both care about us so much, I can imagine them going out of their way to ensure we’re cool when they should be focused on what they have with each other.

“Plus, think how strangely they behaved keeping their relationship from us. We just don’t know how they would react if they knew what we’ve been up to.”

I sigh, hating his logic. “You were always smarter than me.”

“Yeah, you’re right, I guess.”

“Fuck you, Tay. You’re not supposed to agree with me.”

“You know I’m kidding. You just like to pretend you’re not as great as you are. You forget I know you.” He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, which is probably safer since we’re not going to do this again. “I should probably go to my room.”

“Yeah, you’re a bed hog.”

He cocks a brow at me. “Do you know you? The way you can hardly stay still while awake? It’s the same thing when you’re sleeping.”

We laugh together before Taylor stands.

“Are you sure we’re good? That that’s what you wanted and you felt comfortable the whole time?”

“We’re always good, Bren. I’m glad you were there with me…my first time with a guy. That made it even better.”

“Of course. I make everything better,” I say, but really, my chest feels a little funny. I watch as Taylor grabs his things and heads for my bedroom door.

“Night, Bren.”

“Night,” I reply, and then Taylor slips out of my bedroom. “You could have at least taken the used condoms with you!” I call out and hear him laugh.