Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
NICOLO
There are rules, Sebastian said this morning before we left our temporary bedroom. Because what we’re doing with one another is illegal, Simon and Burke can’t know. They can’t even suspect that Sebastian kisses me like I’m his reason for living. Not if we want to be placed together. Or at all, for that matter.
That means when we’re not in the bedroom we share, safe behind the locked door, we have to act like brothers. Nothing more. Nothing less.
When we’re alone, if we’re doing things brothers should never do together, we can’t be loud. One moan at the wrong moment and Simon and Burke will know, without a doubt, that we’re not just sharing a bedroom because I can’t bear to be separated from my big brother again.
All of that sounded perfectly reasonable six hours ago, but that was six hours ago. Before I watched Sebastian (while pretending not to watch him) walk around in nothing more than a pair of gray sweatpants that do nothing to hide the sway of his dick with every step he takes. That was before he stripped off in the backyard and dove into the pool bare ass naked.
My cock is so hard it hurts, and I’m doing an awful fucking job of hiding my erection from Burke who is happily playing Call of Duty three feet away from me. Hopefully, he doesn’t think he’s the reason I’m pitching a tent big enough for a family of four, their pet dog, and a random raccoon looking for something tasty to nibble on.
“You okay, kid?” He doesn’t look my way as he double taps a zombie before moving on without missing a beat.
I clear my throat and stand up. “Yeah. Stomach’s a little upset.”
He hums. “Pepto is in the upstairs bathroom medicine cabinet.”
“Thanks. I’ll try that and take a nap, maybe,” I tell him before I quickly make my escape.
At the top of the stairs, I slip into the bedroom where Sebastian ate our cum off my stomach, slam the door shut, and shove my hands into my leggings. If not for the hand I slap over my mouth just as I close the other over my leaking cock, my moan would be heard from outer space.
I’m not sure I give a shit who hears me as I slump against the wall and stroke hard and fast, letting the dry friction carry me towards what I hope will be a spectacular orgasm.
It’s not like I’m trying to drag out the pleasure so much as get my happy ending before Simon comes searching for me, concerned about my supposed stomach issues. The last thing I want is him catching me while I’m doing my level best not to moan my big brother’s name.
My abdomen clenches as I fuck my fist. I’m so fucking close to finishing when the bedroom door cracks open. I yank my hand out of my pants and stumble away from the wall—but sigh and reach for Sebastian. He shuts the door and turns the lock with a grin.
“Need some help?” He boxes me in against the wall and runs one hand down my chest before he strokes his thumb over the base of my cock.
My cock jerks and I press towards him with a whine. “Sebastian.”
His question is stupid and doesn’t deserve an answer.
I’m eighteen years old and horny for my big brother, of course I want some fucking help.
His, preferably.
“That’s what I thought.” He chuckles before dropping to his knees and dragging my leggings down my thighs. A bead of pre-cum drips off the tip of my cock and lands on Sebastian’s thigh. His tongue catches the next one and I bite down on my palm to muffle my cry of pleasure.
The next time he swipes his tongue over the head of my cock, he teases the sensitive slit with skill I could never hope to possess, no matter how good I get at sucking his cock. It’s too much and not enough.
I want to bury my hands in his hair and my cock in his throat, but the wall and the hand I use to brace against his shoulder are the only reason I’m not flat on my back. If Sebastian has his way as he sucks me between his lips and I hit the back of his throat, I will be before he’s finished with me.
He groans with pleasure as he cups my balls in one hand and rolls them while his mouth and tongue work me over. My toes and fingers tingle and I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m not going to last. As embarrassing as it is to come so fucking quickly from a blowjob, I can’t help it. Not with how good his mouth feels as he bobs on my shaft as if he’s desperate to have me spill across his tongue.
“Sebastian.” I pant for breath as his gaze meets mine. His eyes are dancing with laughter and desire. The fucker knows exactly what he’s doing to me and he’s enjoying every moment of it. So am I, to be fair. “Please.”
He pops off my cock and runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “Please, what?”
I shake my head; I can’t find the words to tell him how badly I need him to do something—anything. He can finish sucking me off or turn me around and fuck me raw. Whatever he wants, so long as I get to come too.
“It’s okay.” He presses an open-mouth kiss to my lower belly. My heart skips a beat at the tenderness in his touch, in his gaze, even as he’s on his knees with the sole intention of driving me mad. “I’ve got you, Nico. I’m going to take good care of you.”
He strokes my hips before taking my cock into his mouth again. I whimper and thrust, hitting the back of his throat harder than intended. He gags and pulls back before he pins me against the wall. I couldn’t fight him off even if I wanted to.
Why would I want to?
I shove my fingers into his hair, still wet from his dip in the pool. A bead of water runs down his flushed cheek and I have the sudden urge to lick it away but he’s got me pinned in place, hanging on by the skin of my teeth.
The heat of his mouth and the tight suction push me over the edge in one fell swoop. I bite my lip and swallow my moan as I spill across his tongue and shake in the aftermath of my release. Sebastian sucks me until I’m sensitive and tugging on his hair in a desperate bid to get him to release me.
As soon as my cock is free of his mouth, I collapse against him and he catches me, easing me to the floor between his spread thighs. “Okay?”
Okay? Am I okay?
I huff a laugh. “I think you sucked my brains out through my dick.”
He snorts. “I tried my best.”
I drop my head against his shoulder and take a moment to catch my breath. “A-plus for effort.”
“But seriously,” Sebastian eases me back and combs his fingers through my unruly hair, “are you okay? Burke said you weren’t feeling well.”
I shake my head. “I’m fine. I lied because sitting next to him with a raging boner was getting awkward.”
Sebastian laughs and helps me to my feet. “I can see how that might get weird fast—for you and him.”
I slap him in the stomach. “Shut up.”
He nips at my bottom lip. “How do you feel about helping me with my raging boner?”
I suck in a sharp breath and look down. His cock is hard, the tip exposed where it escapes his sweats. I chew on my bottom lip before I nod. “Tell me what to do?”
Sebastian grasps my thighs and lifts me into his arms before turning towards our bed. “I can do that.”