Chapter 16
16
Brenner
“S o…remember that time you told me you have a crush on me?” I tease Taylor as we lie on my bed, naked, dried cum all over me, and coming down from what was a fan-fucking-tastic orgasm.
He snickers and rolls onto his side so he’s facing me. “I’m fairly certain you said you have a crush on me first.”
“Lies, all lies. So…how long have you felt this way about me?”
“I’m going to smother you with a pillow, Bren.”
“How can you do that to someone you have feelings for?” I bat my eyelashes playfully, hamming it up and trying to keep the mood light. We both know that having feelings for someone and talking about it is totally different for me. And then there’s the added complication of our parents getting married in four months and how said feelings might cause problems with that. It’s not like my dad would disown me or anything, and Nicole wouldn’t do anything like that with Taylor either, but…having this happen in the beginning, before they even tie the knot…
“I know what you’re doing,” Taylor says, and I bite back my groan.
“Can you not know me so well? That would be really great and would make keeping my feelings to myself a whole lot easier.”
“Like the fact that you have a huge crush on me?” He gives me an adorable, cocky little smirk that makes my dick twitch. We laugh together, but I can see the seriousness in Taylor’s blue eyes. While having feelings for someone is newer for me than it is for Taylor, emotions have always been something he’s put more thought into, and anyone who has met us for five seconds knows that Taylor is the one who will be giving all this a deeper, more thorough consideration.
“We should probably talk about what this means,” Taylor says, echoing my thoughts, and I sigh.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have this conversation naked.”
“We’re totally having this conversation naked. Then I know you won’t run away.”
I give him a mock scowl. “I would do no such thing.”
“That’s two lies in just a few minutes,” Taylor jokes. “When it came up earlier, you practically sprinted for your room.”
“It’s very rude to call me out.”
“You’re right, that is rude…and actually, you are Mr. Feelings. You feel a lot more than you’re comfortable sharing most of the time.”
There’s no denying that. “I share with you.”
“I know you do, Bren.”
I flop to my back and look at the ceiling. He’s right. We should talk about this. I know we should. “I don’t know what it means. I like you, and you like me. I’m not quite ready to define it further.”
“I feel the same. I just wanted to ask since this is so new.”
“See? We’re already killing it. We’re on the same page.”
“Always.” Taylor reaches over, setting his hand on one of my pecs and brushing his thumb over my nipple. “So…we like each other. We’re best friends. Future stepbrothers. And we’re having sex. We’ve officially decided that much.”
I nod, my body slightly tingly just from being close to him and feeling the way he’s touching me. “Yes.”
“What about hooking up with other people?”
I growl, then frown, surprised at myself.
“That growl was kinda hot.”
“Only kinda?”
“You don’t like the thought of me messing around with others.”
“Didn’t we figure this out in the kitchen earlier?” I grumble, pretending to be annoyed.
“You want me to be all yours, Bren?”
“Fuck yes. Are you gonna pretend you don’t want the same?”
Taylor nods, affirming what I said. “You’re mine.”
“Perfect. We’re best friends and future stepbrothers, who like each other and exclusively have sex with each other. Problem solved. How long do you think you’ll take to get it up again?”
He laughs. “Not too long, but we’re not done here yet.”
“Damn it!” I tease, but then pull him over so he’s lying on top of me, looking down at me with those bright blue eyes, his blond bangs hanging down.
He looks so hot tonight.
I love being here with Taylor like this.
“Be good, Bren, or I’ll tickle you again.”
That’s one of his favorite threats. “Sadist!” I lean up and press a kiss to his lips. “So fucking cool that I get to do this all the time now.”
“I mean…not all the time. Like, it wouldn’t be smart to start making out in front of our parents. Unless you think we should tell them about us. If that’s what you’re saying, we need to discuss it a bit more.” He quirks a brow. “Originally, we didn’t think it was worth it when it seemed like it wasn’t a big deal for us to stop. But now, it’s clearly more than that, and I don’t want to keep my hands off you. But I don’t think we should tell them yet.”
“One hundred percent agree. I don’t want to keep my hands off you either, and this is more, but it would be a lot for them to deal with while planning a wedding. Plus, it’s not like they didn’t keep their relationship a secret from us.”
“Yeah, but maybe we try and tell them before they walk in on me fucking your brains out.”
We both laugh, before we sober, and I say, “They’d be confused and worried about what would happen if something went wrong. They don’t need that stress before the wedding.”
Taylor looks down at my chest, then draws circles on it. “What if something does go wrong?”
“It won’t. We’re us, Tay. We’ve been friends too long to let something come between us.”
He nods. “You’re right. I just needed to ask. At this point we’re just seeing how things go. And we’ll be honest with each other if anything changes. So if this is still going after the wedding, that’s when we tell them?”
“I think so.” Holy shit. What if Taylor and I are still doing this in four months? That’s like a whole-ass relationship, something I’ve never done.
“Deal. What about our friends? The guys from the frat, I mean.”
I shrug. “I don’t care if they know.”
“Me neither. I don’t want to have to be careful around everyone . There’s nothing wrong with us exploring this.”
I grin. “We’re nailing this exclusive, best-friends-who-have-sex-with-each-other thing.”
“You forgot the stepbrothers part.”
“Where should I add it?”
“Exclusive best friends and future stepbrothers who have sex?”
I shrug. “Works for me.”
Taylor slips his hand down between our bodies, between my legs. “How’s your hole?”
“Took a pounding.”
He frowns. “Are you sore?”
“A little bit. Totally worth it, though. You’re pretty fucking good at dicking me down.”
“You’re pretty fucking good at taking my cock.” He ruts against me, and my dick starts to swell. “You’re getting hard again.”
“How can I not when a sexy, naked guy is on top of me? Don’t pretend you’re not getting hard too.”
“Thank God for quick refractory periods.” Taylor smirks.
“The joys of being young. Are we done with all the miserable talking now?”
Taylor laughs, leaning down and kissing me. It’s a little awkward but also makes my heart beat faster.
“Since I went wild on your hole already…and I made you talk…how about I blow you?”
My cock throbs beneath him, my skin prickling with excitement. “I’m not going to argue with getting a shot at your mouth.” I brush my thumb along his bottom lip, and Taylor playfully bites it, making me chuckle. I love that things are always so fun between us. Love that he’s playful with me on levels he isn’t with anyone else.
He lets my finger go, and I run my hand through his hair while he kisses his way down my body, enjoying my pecs before continuing south. “I really liked blowing you.” He’s only done it once, that night with Dax. “I really wanted to swallow your load.”
“I wanted that too.”
He rubs his cheek against my happy trail. He’s got to be getting my scent, my dried cum from earlier, all over his skin. He twirls his tongue around the head of my cock, making lightning lick up my spine.
“Fuck…Tay…suck me.”
He slides lower, looks up at me with hooded eyes and a smirk. “I’m getting there. Be patient.”
“You know I suck at patience.”
“Well, I guess we’ll have to teach you how.” He presses his tongue against the base of my dick, then slowly licks up to the tip.
I don’t know what it is about this moment, but my body jolts upward, arching toward him and making Taylor pull back. “Asshole.”
“That’s not very nice to call someone who is about to suck your dick.”
“You’re awfully cocky when you’re in bed with me.”
He quirks a brow. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”
“Oh, I like it. I also like telling you to suck my cock.”
He leans down, nuzzles my full balls, my fingers still in his hair. “Know why I can be so cocky with you?”
I do know, and it makes me tremble. Still, I want to hear him say it. “Tell me why.”
“Because I feel comfortable with you, Bren. Because you trained me so well on how to be with a man.”
I swear it feels like his words zap me with a million volts of electricity—if being electrocuted could feel good, that is.
“I love how you taste,” Taylor says before taking me deep into the hot, wet suction of his mouth. He immediately begins to bob on me, doing his best to take as much of me into his mouth as he can. His gaze meets mine, a fire in his eyes, one that says how fucking hot this moment is and how well he wants to do for me. He already fucked my brains out, and now he’s going to suck any sense I have left out of me, and I’m eager for it, hungry for it, want to give Taylor anything he’s hungry for.
“That’s it. You’re so fucking hot with a mouthful of my cock. You look so sexy with your lips stretched around the first dick you’ve ever had.”
My words seem to spur him on. Taylor goes faster, uses his tongue, lets his hand drift to my balls and play with them, before slipping a finger beneath. I spread my legs for him, feel his fingertip at my hole. He doesn’t push in, but I see the way his eyes roll back and figure he feels his cum leaking out of me.
Just thinking about that sends me over the edge. Before I know it, I’m blowing my load into his mouth.
Taylor falls down beside me on the bed, his head in the crook of my arm, which I wrap around him. “I think seeing where this goes between us might be the best idea we’ve ever had,” he says with a sleepy smile.
“Yeah, Tay. I think so too.”