Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
NICOLO
The wood floor is cold and hard on my knees as I brace my weight on my hands, surprised to suddenly find myself face down and ass up because Sebastian wants to prove a point. The point being, I’m louder than I think I am.
Loud enough our new neighbors will possibly hear me moaning and begging for more of whatever he gives me, which is probably true but I’m not going to stop him from making an example of my ass. Literally.
He yanks my pants down with a sharp tug. The soft fabric bunches around my knees as my cock slaps against my abdomen, already hard and needy. He palms my ass before pulling my cheeks apart with a soft hum. I suck in a sharp breath at the unexpected viewing.
Of all the positions Sebastian has put me in the last couple of weeks, this is perhaps the most embarrassing. He can see everything. Not just my exposed hole, but my balls, drawn up tight against my body, and my hard, sadly neglected cock leaking on the floor like a broken faucet between my spread thighs.
If I’d known just how vulnerable and on display I’d feel, maybe I wouldn’t have asked him to eat my ass at all but . . . this is Sebastian. Our relationship may have gone far beyond the type of relationship typical brothers share, but he’s still my big brother. I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.
If I want him to stop, I don’t really even have to ask. Any indication that I’m not fully on board with anything he has planned—a shake of my head, a gentle push against him, an attempt to tug free—and he’ll pause to check in with me. But I don’t want him to stop.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Nicolo.” Sebastian’s voice is thick with lust as his thumbs dig into my ass. “I’m going to make such a fucking mess out of you.”
I whine and drop my shoulders, pressing my forehead into my forearms even as I push back into his warm hands, rough with callouses.
He kisses my lower spine and pets my side. “You want me to eat your ass, little brother? Are you going to ride my tongue until you come?”
“Sebastian.” I squeeze my eyes shut and attempt to breathe without gasping for breath. He hasn’t even done anything yet, just split me open and told me how pretty he thinks my hole is, and I’m already panting like a bitch in heat. “Please.”
I want his mouth on me, his tongue in my ass.
Ever since that first night when he touched me, I’ve wanted him to play with my hole, teach me what it’s like to have a man open me up and use my body until we’re both covered in sweat and too tired to move. I know this isn’t that, not really, but Sebastian eating me out is one step closer to Sebastian finally fucking me.
He presses another kiss to my spine and wordlessly licks his way down my crease. Just before his tongue meets my hole, he pauses and blows out a warm breath. I shiver and shove a hand under my body to take hold of my cock.
The first lash of his wet tongue over my hole is like a whip of fire straight to my balls. I squeeze the base of my cock and sink my teeth into my lower lip, but . . . I don’t have to be silent, to swallow my moans or ask for what I want on a whispered breath.
I whimper and moan, just as loud as he said I’d be, as I press back onto my big brother’s tongue. He licks around my rim before sucking on my hole with a groan. His mouth is made for this—not just for eating me out, but for sucking my cock and kissing me like I’m the only man he ever wants to kiss again.
It’s hard to think, damn near impossible to breathe. The pleasure is all-consuming. Sebastian grasps my hips and holds me steady as my thighs start to shake. His fingers are an anchor point, the only reason I don’t float away as he spits on my hole once, twice and for a third time before he stiffens his tongue and shoves it inside of me.
I jerk upright and slam the hand not wrapped around my cock into the hardwood floor as I wheeze for breath. Who knew—holy fucking shit. Sweat beads my brow as I open and close my mouth, unable to find the words to ask for more. To demand it. His tongue is playing with every sensitive nerve ending and I don’t know which way is up or down.
Sebastian’s laugh only has white hot pleasure curling around the base of my spine. My abdomen tightens as my balls ache. I’m pretty sure he could make me come even if I wasn’t touching myself, but because I am, my release is rushing at me like a wall of fire that will burn everything I was before the first time Sebastian touched me away.
“Sebastian,” I gasp.
“Fuck. I love the way you say my name.” He pulls back and flips me over with skilled ease. I grunt as my overheated back makes contact with the cold floor but I don’t have time to dwell on the unpleasant sensation—Sebastian shoves my legs up and goes back to my hole. All I can do is suck air between my teeth and writhe on his tongue, desperate to come.
“Please, Sebastian,” I choke out as I shove my hand into his hair and tug on the honey-blonde strands. “I need—” I need more, more of him, more of anything he’s willing to give me. A little push is all it’ll take to have me spiraling into oblivion.
He surges up and takes the exposed tip of my cock into his mouth.
I scream, body jerking, cock pulsing, my cum flooding his mouth as he sinks two fingers into my wet hole, curling them so they brush against a spot inside that has me catching fire like rocket fuel.
Maybe the neighbors can hear me but I don’t give a shit; I pump into his mouth and sink down on his fingers until every muscle in my body unclenches and I collapse on the floor with a whine.
Sebastian licks the head of my cock, his tongue sinking into my slit to collect the last little bit of cum there before he sits back on his knees. He shoves his sweats under his heavy balls and spits my cum into his hand.
I watch, wide eyed and breathless, as he wraps his slick fingers around his cock and strokes hard and fast, never taking his eyes off me sprawled before him, like I exist solely for his viewing pleasure.
“Nicolo.” Sebastian’s fingers dig into my thigh. I let my legs fall apart, as wide as I can, lift my balls so he can see my hole and tease my rim with my fingers. “You could put just the tip in, you know? Fuck me like that until you come.”
“Shit.” Sebastian shuffles forward as he slides his hand down my thigh. “Don’t tempt me, Nicolo.” He’s breathing hard, chest rocking as he bites his cheek. Maybe he’s seriously thinking about my offer. He can probably see how wet I am, how easy it would be to sink inside of me, even without lube.
I push a finger inside of myself, up to the first knuckle. “This could be your cock, the first cock to ever split me open. I’m so fucking wet because of your mouth. It wouldn’t even hurt, I bet. Think about how good it would feel to come inside your little brother.”
“Son of a—” He shoves my knee to my chest and I pull my finger from my body, latching onto his forearm. The head of his cock kisses my rim, hot and slick, but he doesn’t push inside even though I want him to.
He jerks his cock, sucking in lungfuls of air, eyes glued to where our bodies meet until he shoots against my hole with a groan. His cum is hot and slick on my balls and rim. A brand that won’t leave a permanent mark, but marks me as his in any case.
I catch him as he collapses against my chest with a grunt. “Sebastian?”
“Give me a second,” he mutters against my throat. I run my hands up and down his sweaty back and press a line of kisses to his jaw. He jerks against me a few times, the head of his cock sliding against my hole each time. When he finally catches his breath, he rolls off me but pulls me to his chest. “Okay?”
“I should be asking you that!” I protest.
It’s been clear from the beginning he really enjoys touching me, but he’s never needed to take a minute to get his bearings again.
“Your filthy fucking mouth,” he says, nothing but fondness in his voice as he shakes his head and palms my ass. “You’re lucky I had enough presence of mind not to impale you on my cock.”
I push on his chest and he rolls to his back so I can sprawl across him. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. I was dead serious. You could’ve put just the tip in.”
Sebastian laughs and cups the nape of my neck, pulling me in for a dirty kiss that has me panting for breath before he pulls back. “For future reference, it’s never just the tip.”
I sigh and sink into his arms. “Yeah. I was kinda counting on that.”
Best laid plans and all, I suppose.