Kieran #2
“Um… I don’t know,” he answered honestly.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to, and it’s okay if you do want to.”
“Can I think about it?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks,” he answered softly, almost too soft for me to hear. He was staring at my profile again, but I was afraid to look over at him now. If he had tears in his eyes I was worried I’d crash my truck in a panic to brake and comfort him.
“No problem.”
After a minute of watching him scroll on his phone in my peripherals, he spoke again. “It’s not too far, only about 20 minutes from our hotel. There’s a lot of tattoo shops around here, too,” he observed.
Desperate to keep going with the subject change, I forced out an amused snort. “You looking to get a permanent souvenir?”
He let out a tiny little laugh and shook his head. “If I ever get a tattoo, I would want it from you.”
“Really?” The word tumbled out before I could stop it.
“Duh. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.” But the idea had an excited buzzing sensation slipping around in my veins, my dick twitching and pressing up into the zipper of my jeans. Why did the idea of tattooing him turn me on so much? “Your dad would kill me, anyway.”
“My dad doesn’t have to know about everything I do,” he informed me matter-of-factly, and we both knew what he was implying with that sentence.
“Would you… Get it somewhere he couldn’t see it?”
Why was I asking that? What the fuck was wrong with me? And why did I keep looking over at him so I could watch him while he answered?
Biting down into his lower lip, he blinked at me. “Of course. You would be the only one who knows about it. It could be our little secret.”
My breath rushed out, my fingers tightening on the steering wheel until my knuckles went pale. Was I seriously this hard over talking about a damn tattoo? He hadn’t even touched me, but my body had snapped to attention like he’d cast a spell on me.
“I guess you like that idea,” he murmured, and when I glanced over he was staring at my lap, where the outline of my stiff cock was showing loud and clear through my jeans.
My mouth was too dry to say anything, even though I knew I should reprimand him or at least tell him to stop ogling me.
But the way his eyes were locked on me was mesmerizing.
His scent, intensified by his own arousal, suddenly filled the tiny space.
It drowned me in lollipops and gummy bears until my mouth was flooded with saliva, and my cock was starting to throb.
“You should let me get you off,” he offered, and his voice was soft and husky and drenched in sex like he’d done it a million times.
Like he wasn’t a peppy little virgin that slept with a stuffed animal and still listened to the theme song of the cheesy show he’d loved as a kid.
“I’ll swallow so it doesn’t make a mess. ”
A strangled little noise somehow burst out through the desert dryness of my throat. “Jesus fucking Christ, Jordy.”
“What? Have you never done this before?”
“Have you!?” I snapped, glaring in his direction.
He shook his head quickly, but looked kind of delighted by the jealous snarl in my voice. “I haven’t gone that far with anyone yet.”
“We’re on a crowded road in broad daylight.”
“Yeah, but we’re so high up. No one can see in here,” he reasoned. “I know you have to leave as soon as we get to the hotel. Do you really want to go work feeling like this?”
We can’t. We shouldn’t. We’re stepbrothers. You deserve better than sucking off someone like me in an old pickup truck with ratty seats. There were a million reasons why I should have said no. But when he shifted down into a position where he could hover over my lap, I couldn’t say anything.
The relief when he tugged my zipper down to let my cock spring out was so palpable, I let out a little groan.
The cool air in the truck hit my swollen, ultra-sensitive flesh, followed by his warm breath.
Glancing over at the car next to us, I could see he was right about being too high for anyone to see.
Unless another big truck happened to come by, no one would have a clue what was going on.
No one would know that my unbelievably sinful and sexy virgin stepbrother was sucking my cock.
An unmistakably pleased purr crawled its way out of his throat, followed by a perfect, needy little whimper. “Your dick is perfect.”
The praise poured into my ears and dripped down into my chest to make my heart pound. He’d made it clear that he’d approved of my cock when I’d fingered him in my room before, but hearing him say the words out loud was addictive.
“Perfect for what?”
He raised his head, gazing up at me with those bright, beautiful blue eyes. The sight of my pulsing, dripping cock so close to his lips was almost too much for my brain to process.
“For everything I want,” he answered, before tilting his pretty face back down.
His hot, wet tongue laved over my head, lapping up the precum that was starting to drip down onto my shaft.
As he took it into his mouth, the gentle suction paired with the way his tongue swirled around me had me shuddering and clenching my jaw.
With one hand gripping the steering wheel to keep us from swerving off the road, I laid my other hand on the crown of his head, riffling my fingers through his silky locks of hair.
“Fuck.”
Keeping my eyes locked on the road in front of me, I tried to focus on my surroundings instead of the indescribable feeling of Jordy’s mouth around my cock.
Every time he stroked his lips back up, he came down to take me just a little deeper.
He seemed so eager to take it all, even though I knew that definitely wasn’t happening.
But his enthusiasm was so fucking sexy, I could barely keep from rolling my hips to give him more.
It felt like he was worshiping me, like he’d never wanted anything more than he wanted my dick.
He shifted so he could grip onto my thigh with one of his hands, the other wedging down into my boxers so he could clutch my base, stroking at my balls like he couldn’t get enough of me in his mouth, in his hands. He just wanted more of me, period.
My alpha instincts hit me with a quick jolt to my senses, reminding me that omegas needed praise. I couldn’t get rid of the alarm signals in my head telling me I shouldn’t encourage him, but I’d already come this far.
“That feels so fucking good.” His fingers tightened and dug into my thigh like he was happy with the statement, and he somehow managed to nuzzle his face into my lap in an innocently affectionate way, even with his mouth stuffed full of my cock.
He kept letting out tiny little moans, the vibrations shooting down my shaft into my balls until they were pulsing and aching. When my fat head finally nudged the back of his throat, I tightened my fingers in his hair, pulling him up a little.
“Not so deep. You’re going to choke.”
When he pulled up to release my dick from his mouth with a light pop, the sight of his swollen lips and the sound of his labored panting made me want to shove his face back down so I could fuck his throat until I was shooting my cum down it.
“Am I… Is it okay?” He asked softly, rasping a little. The uncertainty on his face was so rare, it was like a punch to my chest. I apparently hadn’t been clear enough in how I felt.
Thanking the gods that I was pulling up to a red light in that moment so I could lock eyes with him, I petted down his hair to cup his cheek and stroke the pad of my thumb over his plump bottom lip.
“More than okay, Angel. You’re fucking amazing.”
His eyes lit up a bit at my words, but there was still a shadow of insecurity on his face. “Is it… I mean, am I better than, um… Other…”
I groaned, letting my head fall back on the seat. “No one I’ve been with comes close to you, Jordy.” No one else could ever mean as much to me as he meant, but no matter how good all of this felt, saying that was going too far. “I can’t think about anyone but you.”
He scrambled up to his knees, and I caught one quick flash of his delighted face before his hands cupped my cheeks, his mouth slamming onto mine. After shoving his tongue into my mouth and kissing me until my brain function stopped, he pulled away to gaze at me with absolute infatuation.
“I feel the same way, Kieran! I never think about other alphas! All I want is you, I swear.”
Blinking, all I could do was clear my throat. The way he was looking at me was so bright and sincere and full of this unexplainable light, like it could fill me up and force out all of my shadows, that I couldn’t speak.
The car behind us honked, breaking the spell that Jordy’s adoration had put me under, bursting the fantasy bubble I’d somehow fallen into. The light had turned green.
“Shit.” I hissed out the word as I let off the brake to pull forward.
“Sorry,” he apologized, still panting as he sank back down onto the seat. He looked happy and confused and slightly embarrassed all at once, and I couldn’t help but be charmed by the fascinating mix of emotions. “I shouldn’t have done that, but hearing you say that is just… I’m really happy.”
I didn’t know what to say. He was killing me with his sweetness. I was buzzing all over, my skin tingling with excitement, my cock aching to be back in his pretty mouth. My throat and chest burned.
We were in my familiar old truck, with the GPS barking out directions over annoying pop music, passing by buildings and other cars, things that were all distinctly un-sexy and un-romantic.
But my feelings couldn’t have been any more different than our surroundings.
Was I really so pathetically obsessed with him that one unfinished blow job had me feeling this dopey?