Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
SEBASTIAN
Of all the questionable shit I’ve done, kissing my little brother like my life depends on it while he writhes on top of me somehow ranks higher than testifying against my own father in open court.
In my defense, Nicolo kissed me first, and if the hard length pressing against mine through our basketball shorts is any indication, he’s willing to do a lot more than kiss. How much more is the only real question.
“Sebastian.” Nicolo’s fingers dig into my chest as he pulls his mouth away from mine and pants against my cheek. His breath is hot and sends a shiver down my spine. Or maybe that’s the way he says my name. As if he’s desperate for me in a way he’s never been desperate for anyone else. “Please.”
“What do you want?” I ask as I press my hand into the back of the shorts he’s wearing and knead his ass.
What do I have permission to do to him? What is he asking for?
He should know by now he can ask me for anything; I’ll do everything in my power to give it to him. This is simply a return to tradition—my little brother wanting something, and me providing it, even when maybe I shouldn’t.
“Touch me.” His voice cracks as he thrusts against my abdomen. “Make me come. I need you.”
“Fuck, Nicolo.” I roll him to his back and pin him to the mattress as I settle between his thighs, just like I imagined in the shower. “You can’t say shit like that.” Mostly because of the way it makes me want to pull his shorts off and sink into his willing body with abandon.
“Why not?” Nicolo rasps, his voice thick with need as he arches his back so he can continue to rub against me like a horny tomcat. “It’s true. And I know you want me too. I saw you in the shower. I heard you.”
He . . . I squeeze my eyes shut. He saw me jerking off. Heard me as I urged the vision of him in my imagination to come for his big brother.
Shit. Was that only last night? Was it really only yesterday that we were reunited? It feels like so much more time has passed. And none at all.
“You . . . You do, don’t you, Sebastian?” The crack of uncertainty in his voice has me opening my eyes. By the light of the moon, I can see his lips are already kiss-swollen. His eyes are wide, a little scared that he crossed a line that can’t be walked back. In the shadows, pinned under me, he looks like an innocent about to be ravished. Shit. He probably is. I highly doubt he had much opportunity to explore his sexuality while living with our mom.
“I’m probably going to hell for it, but I do—so much.”
He tugs his wrists out of my hands and wraps his arms around my neck. “Whatever you want. You can do whatever you want. You’ll have to show me what to do. I’ve never—” He bites his bottom lip.
I press against him. He moans, far louder than he should considering Simon and Burke will come running at the slightest sound.
“You’ve never?” I prompt, wanting to hear him say it even though I already know what he’s going to say.
He presses his face into my shoulder. “I’ve never anything, with anyone.”
“And you want me to be your first?” I run my hand down his side, press my fingers into his waistband. “You want your big brother to what—kiss you more? Jerk you off, suck your cock, fuck your hole? Teach you how to do that, and more. Is that what you want, Nicolo?”
“Yes.” He thrusts against me, his hard cock sliding against mine. “All of that. I’m yours, Sebastian. Please.”
I shove his basketball shorts down his hips and yank them completely off before tossing them off the bed. His cock slaps against his stomach even as I tuck my shorts under my heavy balls. My cock is just as hard as his, already wet at the tip. “You’ll have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?”
“I can try.” His fingers curl in the hair at the nape of my neck.
I capture his mouth with my own as I wrap my hand around both our cocks. Nicolo moans into my mouth and I swallow the sound as I stroke us together. He thrusts into my hand, the head of his cock catching against mine. An inferno of pure pleasure erupts in my blood.
We move together in perfect sync—a push and pull I’ve rarely found so easily with past partners. And a harmony Nicolo has never experienced with anyone before.
Something is seriously wrong with me because knowing my little brother is a virgin, has never been touched by anyone like I’m touching him, only makes my cock harder. I’ve never been one to leak but right now, I’m so fucking wet there’s almost no friction. Almost.
I release us and he whines, clawing at my shoulder. “Sebastian.”
I shush him before spitting into my hand and taking hold of our cocks again. He presses his face into the pillow and starts fucking my fist once more while muffling his own moans of pleasure. I bite the inside of my cheek in a bid to stay silent. Or at least to stop myself from being so loud.
“That’s it. You’re a natural, Nicolo.” I speak hardly higher than a whisper. “Fucking my hand like I’m going to fuck your pretty virgin hole one day.” Not tonight. We don’t have the right supplies, and when I finally sink into his body, I want to hear him moan and beg and cry for me to fuck him deeper, harder. Fuck him until he’s ruined for any other man.
“Promise.” His storm cloud eyes are as wild as a raging ocean.
“I promise.” It’s a foolish promise to make, a promise one brother should never make to another, but it might be the easiest promise I’ve ever made to anyone, including him. It sets him off like an exploding volcano.
Nicolo slaps his hand over his mouth as he arches against me, painting his chest and my own with his release. My balls clench and I grunt, squeezing us together as my cock jerks and pulses. My load joins his, mixing on his abdomen and in his belly button.
The pleasure is all-consuming for a long moment. I struggle to catch my breath, to come back down to earth, but when I do it’s to see Nicolo panting under me, his thighs splayed wide, soft cock resting on his balls. He looks debauched in the best way. Because of me.
“Okay?” I brush my fingers through the curls on top of his head.
His smile is bright, laugh soft. “Perfect.”
I shake my head as I grin. It would be easy to pull away, to find a cloth in the bathroom, to clean us both up and go to sleep. Instead, I release his cock and slide down the bed, running my tongue through our combined mess. Nicolo moans and shoves his fingers into my hair, tugging on the strands as I lick him until he’s clean.
When I capture his mouth again, our cum is still clinging to my tongue. He doesn’t hesitate to lick it from my mouth, eager for a taste of me.
If he knew all the ways I planned to ruin him, he wouldn’t be so quick to kiss me back. Or maybe he would. Nicolo has always trusted me without question, blindly followed where I led, confident that I would shelter him through any storm.
Only this time, he kissed me, and I blindly followed him into a storm I’m not sure I can protect him from. Not this time. Not if the US Marshals find out about us.