22. Roman
Roman
I haul the sweater over my head while my heart tries to force its way out of my chest. My system is on fire. My balls are aching. Every ounce of blood from my brain has gone to my cock.
Which probably explains why I’m not thinking clearly, and why there is only one thought left in my head. With trembling fingers, I unlock my belt, envying the pleasure on Jude’s face. My only thought is to have Taylor moaning for me.
When I’m naked, Jude hands me a condom. Taylor watches as I slide it on, the lust on his face reminding me of our encounter in the kitchen. The same look that blurred the line between us.
Now, that line doesn’t exist.
I offer my hand. He takes it. He lets out a soft grunt as I pull him to stand.
Tentatively, my fingers slowly stroke the side of his face, brushing across his lips and caressing his beautiful neck.
It’s almost as if I expect him to evaporate at any second, but his body remains solid.
It’s more beautiful without his clothes on.
I keep exploring, running my fingers over his chest and gently twisting his nipples.
A rush of pleasure fills me when he moans.
I earn another one when I stroke down his stomach and fondle his rock-hard length.
I’m so looking forward to watching him explode.
Behind him, Jude remains on the blanket, pleasuring himself and watching us with a satisfied gleam in his eyes.
Somewhere deep down lies a dormant anger toward him, but wanting to experience Taylor feels more powerful.
Taylor gasps with surprise as I lift him, but he recovers and wraps his legs around my waist. His erection pokes at my stomach.
Mine grazes his ass. I press him against the wall, studying his face.
A glow from the hearth settles in his eyes, turning them into pools of liquid sapphire.
He closes them as I rub my swollen tip against his entrance. Reaching up, I grip his chin.
“Open your eyes,” I murmur.
Taylor’s eyelashes flutter. He stares down at me. Gripping his buttocks, I slide him down on my cock. He groans softly, biting his bottom lip, those brilliant blue orbs darkening. For a second, I forget to breathe. For another split second, my conscience resurrects.
I’m about to fuck my stepbrother’s son.
Taylor rocks himself, giving my body the friction it desperately needs.
Smothering my conscience. My grip tightens on him.
My hips start moving, thrusting. He pants, looping his arms around my neck.
I fuck him slow and sweet, then deep and hard.
Jude was right. He’s so damn tight. So good. Too good.
The kind of ‘good’ I already know will leave a mark on me.
A set of fingers drags up my sides. Jude’s erection presses into my ass cheek. He gently kisses along my shoulder, moving up to my neck. “I want his mouth,” he whispers in my ear.
The visual makes my cock thicken even more. Taylor’s eyes roll back. He makes a muffled sound of protest when I pull out of him, and I lay him facedown over the arm of the couch.
Getting behind him, I pull him to his knees. Jude positions himself in front of him and grips a handful of his hair. He tilts Taylor’s head backward, brushing his tip across his lips. “Open that pretty mouth for me, baby,” he whispers.
I spread Taylor’s ass. He wraps his lips around Jude.
He moans as I lubricate his crack with my spit.
I sink two fingers inside him, scissoring his tight little hole, and my cockhead soon glistens with precum when he starts rocking back and forth on them.
The sight of Jude losing himself resurrects my envy.
With one smooth thrust, I replace my fingers with my cock.
Heaven. Holy shit, he feels even more amazing in this position.
Deeper. Tighter. Goddamn. His muffled moans fill the room as I fuck him with long, deliberate strokes, matching the rhythm of Jude thrusting into his mouth.
And he takes it all like such a perfect little trooper, as if he was made for this. And for one fleeting moment, I imagine more instances like this. More nights of him riding and sucking our cocks and giving more pleasure than I’ve ever had.
But it’s just a fantasy. This can never happen again.
Jude lets out a deep, primal rumble that sends chills up my spine.
His skin is flushed and glistening with sweat, eyes burning with pure ecstasy.
He slowly falls apart, hips rolling, a string of curses leaving his mouth.
I never imagined enjoying the sight of someone else making him come, but God, it’s the most tantalizing thing to see.
Then Taylor fucking swallows.
And that’s all it takes for me to explode into a million pieces. Blood rushes to my ears as a whirlwind of pleasure suffocates me. Taylor rides me hard, milking my dick. Grunting, I flood the condom with every ounce of my cum until I’m empty. Spent. More content than I’ve ever felt.
But it doesn’t last.
A slight unease unfurls in my stomach when I fall on the couch, catching my breath.
Jude carries Taylor back to the blankets on the floor, and it feels as if we’ve come full circle as I watch them.
The sight of Taylor riding Jude’s fingers gets me rock-hard again.
But as before, my arousal battles with a resurrected guilt.
Only this time, it’s stronger. Fiercer, seeping deep into my bones and forcing me off the couch.
Behind the closed door in my bedroom, I masturbate to another orgasm, the image of Taylor bouncing on my cock pushing me right over the edge.
I tell myself this will be the last time.
I will never cross the line again.