Chapter 29
TWENTY-NINE
SEBASTIAN
One finger quickly becomes two, then three as my little brother moans and writhes on the mattress under me. It’s not really necessary; Nicolo is soaking wet and wide open from the time I spent eating his ass and fingering him while I sucked his cock.
This is still his first time ever though, and I want it to be good. No—I want it to be better than good. Lots of shit is good, but forgettable. I want Nicolo’s first time being fucked to be great, to be mind-blowing. To be fucking spectacular, so he’ll never wonder if he missed out by not sleeping with someone else before he agreed to go all in with me.
He curls his hand over the one I have pressed to the back of his thigh, keeping his legs open as he rolls his hips and fucks my fingers. His cock is twitching against his stomach, already showing signs of being ready for a second time.
To be eighteen and have the recovery time of a young man.
“Sebastian. Please.” I really do love the way he says my name—so weak and desperate—while out of breath and flushed pink. He’s panting already, fisting the blanket under him as his eyes settle on my hard cock.
I’ve been dying to fuck him since we got back from grocery shopping, but I wanted to start the night out slow—dinner and a movie, little touches designed to distract him until he was as desperate as he is now.
If I wasn’t such a good big brother, I’d spend most of the night bringing him to the brink of release but never giving him that final moment of pure ecstasy. Not until he was a sweaty mess, thoughtlessly begging me for my cock.
Maybe I’m not a good big brother at all. I slip my fingers from his hole and reach for the lube; he watches me with wide, hungry eyes as I slick my cock, taking the edge off by stroking myself several times before catching my weight on one hand as I lean over him.
A good big brother wouldn’t do what I’m about to do.
I grasp my cock and line up with Nicolo’s hole. His heels dig into my ass and he tugs me forward until I can tease his rim with my leaking tip. “Do it. Come on, Sebastian. Fuck me.”
With a plea like that, I can’t deny him. I’ve never denied Nicolo anything he wants, and this is no different. If he wants me, I’m his—for tonight or forever makes no difference to me, so long as he knows I’ll always show up for him.
“Tell me if you need me to slow down or stop,” I tell him.
“I will. Just—please, Sebastian. I can’t—” He shoves one hand between us and takes hold of his cock as I press forward. His hole sucks me in, inch by steady inch, until my balls are pressing against his smooth ass. He’s clawing at my back with his free hand, whining deep in his throat.
The tight heat of his virgin body is fucking intense; I take a shallow breath as my cock kicks inside of him. The base of my skull buzzes like a warning bell. This single act is going to destroy me in all the best ways and I’m rushing headlong towards the fallout. My balls ache as heat licks up my spine.
Who knew fucking my little brother would feel so damn good? Like his body was tailor-made to fit mine. It takes more control than I thought I possessed to wait for him to adjust to the new sensation of having a cock splitting him open.
Not that he’s all that willing to wait.
Nicolo rolls his hips, fucking himself on my cock the same way he did my fingers, with a half-choked sob. His eyes are wet and wild as he attempts to find the right depth and angle to give himself exactly what he needs. What he clearly needs is his big brother to fuck him, and fuck him well.
I roll my hips, a steady withdrawal before I press inside of him again. He moans, soft and needy, pressing his head into the mattress as he arches his back. I grasp his hip and lift his ass off the bed. He cries out when I slam into him hard, hitting just the right spot to have his cock leaking.
His fingers bite into my shoulder but he doesn’t show any sign of wanting me to stop or slow down as I pump into him. His hole is hot and tight, slick as I get lost in the heat of his body and the way he’s screaming his pleasure. We’re both chasing pleasure like if we don’t catch it now, we might never.
“You’re such a pretty cock slut.” I thought he was sexy the moment I saw him standing in the doorway of my self-defense class studio, but this is different. He’s nearly feral with desire, flushed from the roots of his hair to his perfect cock. A sheen of sweat makes him glow like a god as he strokes himself and struggles for every breath he takes. “You love it, don’t you? Being fucked.”
“Yes,” Nicolo gasps. “Harder. Fuck me harder, Sebastian.” If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t think this was his first time at all. He’s so eager to be taken apart and put back together. “Are you going to breed your little brother?”
“Fuck.” My rhythm stutters and I bite my cheek, barely controlling myself.
Nicolo’s hole clamps down around me as I shove into him and hold myself there, taking several deep breaths. He’s too impatient to wait for me to get control of myself. Instead, he rocks his hips and simply takes what he wants. All I can do is hang on for the ride and let him use me as he sees fit.
His moans bounce off the walls as he strokes himself fast. I hold his hips to keep him steady, balls burning with the need to come.
“Sebastian.” Nicolo’s fingers curl against my chest. The note of confusion and panic in his voice as his wide eyes meet mine makes my heart skip a beat.
He’s so fucking desperate to come, he’s trying to force it, instead of just riding the wave of pleasure to its eventual conclusion.
I grunt and pull out before flipping him over. He’s flat on his stomach, face pressed into the mattress, fingers twisted in the sheets, gasping for breath as I lay over his back and sink into his body again. He presses back to meet me as I lace our fingers together.
“Relax, Nicolo. I’m going to take care of you,” I mutter in his ear, nipping at the lobe. I find a steady pace that has me pressing against the spot inside of him that makes him sing. He moans and goes limp under me as his eyes flutter closed. I press a kiss to his jaw. “That’s it. Good boy. Let your big brother take care of you.”
He turns his head and I lick into his mouth. Our tongues tangle, the faint taste of his cum still shared between us. His hole clenches around me as he thrusts against the blankets, not so much chasing his release as encouraging it.
“You feel so fucking good,” I mutter against his mouth. He ruts against the mattress and bounces back to meet me, moaning low in his throat. His breath is hot on my chin and I nip at his bottom lip. “I’m going to fuck my cum so deep into you, then lick it out, little brother. All you have to do is come for me.”
Nicolo’s eyes widen and his mouth drops open in a silent moan. He spasms under me, grinding into the mattress. The clench of his hole as I slam into him once, twice and for a third time drags me over the edge with him.
“Fuck, Nicolo,” I groan as I bury my face in his neck and jerk through the aftershocks. His fingers tighten around mine, our fresh wedding bands sliding together as he turns his head and presses a wet kiss to my temple.
I smile to myself and kiss his throat.
It takes a minute to come down from the high and catch my breath. When I find my strength, I pull out of his body and trail kisses down his spine. He lifts his ass, giving me all the access I could want as I grab his hips.
The first swipe of my tongue over his well-used hole makes him twitch. By the second, he’s moaning and pressing back against my face with no real intention other than enjoying my attention.
I eat him clean, licking and sucking every drop of cum I can from his body before rolling him to his back. Nicolo knows what I want without me having to say a word. He tips his chin up, lips parted, ready and waiting. I claim his mouth and feed him my cum with a groan.
Who knew my perfect match—in and out of bed—would be my little brother?