Chapter 19
NINETEEN
SEBASTIAN
There are some lines a person is never supposed to cross . . . but once they’re crossed, there’s no walking back.
Jerking off in the shower while thinking about my little brother is one such line. Last night—kissing Nicolo, jerking us off together, eating the cum off his stomach—is another.
We broke a silent but mutually agreed upon covenant most brothers share the second they become brothers, and the only way forward is to simply keep going.
It still feels wrong on a primal level to want Nicolo as much as I do, to have him want me in exactly the same way, but that doesn’t stop me from laying him on the bed and climbing up his body. I kneel over him. The mattress beside his head and under his shoulders concaves under my weight. He shifts into a more comfortable position, curls his arms around my thighs for added stability, while I brace my weight against the headboard with one hand.
His face is flushed pink, pupils blown wide, as he heaves for breath and waits. I don’t make him wait long before I pull my cock from my sweats and tease a bead of pre-cum from my slit. Not that it takes any effort at all to have me leaking.
Nicolo chokes back a moan and bites his bottom lip before opening his mouth without even being asked.
If the way he fucked the tight tunnel of my fist last night is any indication, he’s not going to need much instruction to blow my mind. He’s easily one of the most sensual people I’ve had in bed. Unafraid to ask for, or take, exactly what he needs. Considering he’s my little brother, and it would be all too easy to manipulate him, it’s a good thing he’s so vocal about his own desire. The last thing I want to do is take advantage of Nicolo. Not much, at least.
I run the tip of my cock over his swollen mouth and he licks it, catching a bubble of pre-cum on his tongue with a moan.
“You want my cock, Nicolo?” I whisper, pressing between his lips before pulling back. He chases my cock with a hungry mouth and a needy whimper, but I don’t give it to him—not yet. “You really want to suck your big brother’s cock?”
I really shouldn’t be so turned on by the fact that my sweet little brother is gagging to suck my cock. He shouldn’t be so fucking eager to suck his big brother’s cock either, but here we are—both sick perverts, spitting in the face of traditional family values.
“Sebastian.” His fingers dig into my thighs as he shifts under me, attempts to pull me down so he can get his mouth on me. “Don’t tease. Let me suck you.”
Fuck. How can I deny him when he asks like that?
I press forward, and he swallows my cock, taking me way deeper than he should for a virgin and almost immediately gagging. I pull back so he can get control of his reflex, but he yanks me forward and takes me into his mouth again. He gags again. Nicolo’s throat spasms around the head of my cock as he fists my sweatpants. I let him choke himself for a long moment but ease up when his eyes grow damp.
“Easy, Nicolo,” I whisper as I brush my thumb over his bottom lip. “The goal isn’t to choke on my cock. Savor it. Like your favorite treat. A blowjob is only good when both parties enjoy it.”
“You don’t want?—”
I shake my head and swipe a stray tear off his cheek before he can even finish his thought. If he’s forcing himself to do something that doesn’t come naturally, neither of us are going to enjoy ourselves. “I want you to learn how to suck my cock in a way you enjoy. Not how you think you should because you once saw someone do something in porn and it looked like the actors really enjoyed it.”
Nicolo takes a deep breath, and nods. This time, when he takes my cock into his mouth, he licks around the head and learns the shape of me while teasing my leaking slit.
“There you go.” I slip my fingers into his hair. He moans around my shaft. “Slowly take me a little deeper. Learn your limits little by little.”
He does, following directions beautifully as he takes me into his mouth, inch by inch, until he gags when I hit the back of his throat. Instead of choking himself, he eases up to about midway. It’s mind altering, watching my little brother learn to suck cock as I white-knuckle the headboard and bite my cheek to repress any sound louder than a whisper.
My balls are heavy, resting on his chin as he bobs his head, tongue curling around the sensitive tip each time he pulls back. I spit into my hand and grip my base tight, twisting my fingers around what doesn’t fit in his mouth. Nicolo pushes my hand away with an outraged, muffled protest, and wraps his own slender fingers around the hot flesh.
I grunt and thrust, hitting the back of his throat before quickly pulling back when he gags. He doesn’t seem to mind, not if the bright spark of hunger in his gray eyes is any indication. He sucks me harder, cheeks hollowing out as he applies more pressure to the base of my shaft.
No way in hell am I going to last much longer.
Not because Nicolo is giving me the best blowjob of my life, but because it’s Nicolo giving me a blowjob.
I pull out of his mouth. He lashes his tongue over the tip of my cock as I fist myself.
“Close your eyes and open your mouth.” He doesn’t hesitate to do as I ask. More blind trust than I deserve after abandoning him for ten years, but I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
I stroke my cock hard and fast. His quiet moans. The way he’s writhing under me, pulling at my sweatpants, exposing my ass to the open air before latching onto my overheated flesh. The wet slap of flesh on flesh. It all pushes me towards the edge before I tumble over, in a freefall that ends in earth-shattering pleasure.
My first and second shots miss his mouth and land on his cheek. Nicolo latches onto my thighs and tips his head back, sticking his tongue out. My third paints his chin and drips down his throat; the fourth finally spills across his tongue. He keeps his mouth open and his eyes closed as I lay my pulsing tip against his lips and fill his mouth until he’s forced to swallow or spit.
He closes his lips around my cock head and swallows.
“Fuck, Nicolo.” I shake through the pleasure, cock pulsing as he tongues my slit, until it’s too much and I fall away with a groan. There’s no rest for the wicked though.
Leveraging my weight onto my arm, I eat my cum off his face before slotting my mouth over his. Nicolo moans and throws his arms around my neck, rolling to press against my chest as our tongues slide together.
Can he still taste himself on my tongue, or can he only taste me?
I don’t really care all that much as I eat at his mouth until we’re forced apart by the need to breathe. He pants for breath, tucking his face into my collarbone. I stroke his back and settle on the mattress, pulling him down on my chest.
“How was that?” Nicolo asks.
I blow out a breath. “Good. Perfect. Fuck. I barely survived it.”