Kieran #3
When his slender fingers wrapped around my base, holding it so he could lick up my shaft, I shuddered with pure relief. He’d been enthusiastic before, but nothing compared to this. Sucking me hard and taking me in as deep as he could again, he swallowed so his throat pulsed around my swollen head.
I groaned, my hips twitching up against him.
Should he have known how to do that? But I knew I was the only one who’d ever touched him.
He’d never worshiped anyone’s cock with his perfect little tongue but mine.
He’d never clenched and throbbed around anyone else’s fingers before, moaning and finishing onto his stomach while he stared at them like they were his favorite person in the world. Only me.
“You’re so fucking good, Angel. Don’t stop.” It was like he was telling me he loved me with his mouth and tongue. The thought of that only magnified the sensation, and I had to bite down into my lip to keep from crying out like we were in a porno. “You want my cum down your pretty throat?”
He moaned around me, and it sounded so needy and desperate that it pushed me over the edge.
My groan rumbled up from my chest, my voice cracking on it as I stroked my hand over his hair again, petting him while I sent out hot, thick pulses of my cum, which he greedily swallowed, like he would starve without it.
It was so intense I just wanted to squeeze my eyes closed and let my head fall back so all of my senses could just focus on the incredible pleasure spiraling through me.
But I didn’t want to crash and kill us both, so I couldn’t.
When my orgasm tapered off into a pleasant afterglow, my tense muscles relaxed and I went limp, slumping down into the seat. After letting my softening cock slip from his mouth, he gazed up at me with his blue eyes full of affection.
“Are you okay?” I couldn’t help but ask, even though his expression indicated he was maybe a little too pleased with himself.
He let out this adorably naughty little giggle, before nodding.
“I’m okay. I’m just…” Lifting up to his knees again, he leaned back against the passenger door a bit, to showcase the bulge in those slutty little shorts that I loved and hated.
“I just really need to come,” he said, before slipping his shorts down over his hips so his pretty pink dick could bounce up onto his perfectly flat stomach.
Crashing the truck to watch him wrap his fingers around himself, spreading all that shiny precum down so that his dick was shiny and slippery, started to seem almost worth it. Especially when he started letting out all those delicious whimpers.
When the GPS helpfully announced that we were about half a mile from our destination, I exhaled.
“Stop it. Give me a minute and I’ll do it for you.”
“But I don’t want to wait,” he whined, arching his back as he bit down into his lip. “It feels too good.”
Brat. I was going to kill him.
Whipping around the curve into the hotel parking lot, I rushed to the back, slipping into a space. Luckily, it didn’t look too crowded. It was dotted with vehicles, but no people.
Lunging over to his side of the truck, I pinned him against the door, our faces nearly touching. His mouth dropped open, his eyes wide with surprise. When I reached down between us to wrap my fingers around him, rubbing my thumb over his leaking slit, he gasped, rolling his hips up into my hand.
“Getting your mouth fucked by my cock turned you on this much?” I murmured. He was rock hard, and even the slightest touch was making him cry and melt against me.
“Yes,” he admitted, bunching his t-shirt up around his chest to get it out of the way before snaking his arms around my neck. “I loved it. You can use my holes however you want, whenever you want.”
Nearly choking on my spit, I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
“Who taught you to talk like that?” I wondered, pumping his cock in my tight fist. His eyelashes fluttered closed before he leaned in to me, nuzzling his face into my neck, moaning into it as his hips bucked.
“N-nobody,” he said, his voice muffled by my skin. “It’s just how I feel. Ah, god, fuck, Kieran!”
“You going to come for me, Angel?”
He groaned, the noise ending on a whine, before nodding frantically against my neck. “Just for you.”
His whole body tensed up for a second, before I felt his cum spurt out through my fingers. He squeezed my neck tight as it rolled through him, panting and gasping out his pleasure as I stroked him through it.
Finally going limp and letting out a satisfied little purr, he released the vise grip on me and leaned back against the door, glancing down at himself, where his torso was streaked and dotted with his cum.
“I hope you have some napkins or something in here.”
I thought about it for half a second, because I did have some in the glove box, but the way his pale, perfectly smooth and unblemished skin looked with the sun shining on it from the windows was too much.
Gripping his thighs, I gently tugged him down until he was laying on his back, staring up at me with pure confusion.
“Kieran?” He questioned. The perfectly relaxed, satisfied edge to his voice was so lovely, swelling up my ego and pride. Maybe he thought I was going to fuck him, right there. If he did, it didn’t look like he would object. But that wasn’t what I had in mind.
Carefully nudging his shorts down just a little more, so I could spread his legs, I leaned down so my face was hovering just over his smooth, pretty navel.
His candy scent was pumping out from his omega gland, but even down here I could smell it seeping from his pores, along with his slick.
It made my mouth water, my soft dick twitching with renewed excitement.
We didn’t have time for anything else, but the way he looked and smelled in that moment… I couldn’t stop myself.
He gasped at the feeling of my tongue dipping into his bellybutton, scooping his cum up into my mouth. I licked up his stomach, the silky smooth warmth of his skin making my mouth water even more. It was so sweet and so perfectly creamy against my tongue.
“Kieran,” he whined out my name, covering his face with his hands. He was blushing. I’d actually made the shameless little brat blush. Who knew it would be this easy?
Once I’d licked his torso clean, I dipped down to gently nudge my tongue over the head of his dick, cleaning up there too.
He squirmed, squealing out his embarrassment through his palms. He was seriously that embarrassed, after telling me I had an all-access pass to his holes, whenever I wanted? It was almost funny.
When I was done, raising my head to look into his face, I had to smirk. He still hadn’t moved his hands away from where they were obscuring his face. Carefully wedging my fingers under his so I could pull his hands away, holding them in mine, I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Feel better?”
“Yeah.”
The charged tension from before was gone, and it was back to the typical ease of our company with each other.
I lifted my body off him, awkwardly settling back into the driver’s seat, looking around the parking lot while he tugged his shorts back up.
To my relief, it was still mostly empty.
We hadn’t scarred any innocent families and we wouldn’t be arrested for indecent exposure.
I waited for the guilt and the dread to crush me.
What the fuck had I done? I’d known, somewhere in the back of my mind, that coming here with him would be crossing a line and that we’d probably go too far with it.
But we hadn’t even checked into the damn room and we’d already obliterated any line there ever had been.
Had I really just been waiting for an opportunity to get him away from everyone?
Was I just as bad as the alphas I imagined taking advantage of him?
“Hey.” Jordy’s voice was sharp, cutting through my thoughts. He scooted over to the driver’s side next to me so he could wrap his arms around me, setting his chin on my shoulder. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Thinking. I hate when you do that.”
“You want me to not think?” I asked dryly.
“When it comes to anything we do together, yeah. I want you to not think.”
“That’s easy for you to say.”
He sighed, cupping my cheeks with his hands to force me to stare right at him. His soft fingertips against my rough stubble felt heavenly.
“Here’s what I want you to think about. We’re in a different city where nobody knows us. No one’s going to find out about anything we do, and you’re not taking advantage of me. I want you. I’ve told you a million times.”
“Yeah, but…” He didn’t get it. But the deep down part of me that yearned to go along with him felt like it was getting bigger and bigger until I couldn’t push it down anymore.
“Okay, how about this?” He started, tilting his head at me as he spoke.
“Why don’t you think of this weekend like…
An experiment? We can do whatever we want, and if you don’t like it or you don’t think it’s right and you want to stop, we’ll leave it here and when we get home, we’ll pretend it never happened. ”
Hope was such a disgusting, horrible feeling, swelling and swelling inside me until it was like a balloon getting ready to burst. I wanted to say yes. I needed to say yes. Saying no was becoming painful, like an actual wound festering inside me.
But could I really just forget? For the span of a few days, could I really just let go of the fact that we were stepbrothers?
That he was too good for me, and that he was going away to college, where he belonged?
Could I really just take what I could get from him, without having all of him?
Would that end up being even more painful?
But with his blue eyes staring into my soul, waiting patiently for an answer, I found that I couldn’t say no.
“Okay.” The word croaked out of my dry throat. His eyes widened a bit, and he instantly perked up.
“Really?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded slowly. “If… If you’re sure.”
His fingers tightened on my face. “I promise. Nothing is going to go wrong.”
Did I believe him, or did I just need to?