Chapter 16 #2
I slow my movements but don’t pull out, just hold my fingers still inside him while he catches his breath.
“I need your cock,” Gabriel says after a moment. “Please. I’m ready.”
But I’m not convinced. He’s so tight around my fingers, and my cock is so much thicker. I don’t want to hurt him, don’t want to ruin this.
“Can I stretch you with the toy first?” I ask.
Gabriel’s eyes snap to mine, searching, and then he nods. “Okay. Yeah.”
I pull my fingers out carefully and reach for the toy. I pour lube onto it, coating the silicone thoroughly, and position myself above Gabriel. He’s still spread open for me, his legs bent and pulled back, and the sight is so beautiful I nearly whimper.
I press the toy against his entrance. “Ready?”
“Please,” Gabriel breathes. “Push it in, Marshall.”
I do, slowly, watching as the toy breaches him. His entrance stretches around the flared head, and Gabriel’s face contorts, pleasure mixing with discomfort. I pause, letting him adjust, and then push deeper.
The toy slides in inch by inch, and I watch his face the entire time. His eyes are closed, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.
“You look so hot like this,” I tell him. “Taking it so prettily.”
Gabriel’s eyes flutter open at my words, and he relaxes further, his body opening up to accept more of the toy.
“That’s it,” I encourage, pushing it deeper. “Just like that.”
I start to move it, pulling out a few inches and then pushing back in, finding a rhythm. Gabriel’s breathing gets heavier, his hands clutching at the sheets, and after a few thrusts, he starts to push back, meeting each movement.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” Gabriel gasps. “Fuck yes.”
I push deeper, angling the toy to hit the spot I found earlier, and Gabriel cries out. His cock pulses, another bead of precum sliding down, and I watch, mesmerized, as he takes more and more.
“Look at you fucking yourself on it. So greedy.”
Gabriel whimpers at my words and his movements get more frantic, his hips rolling, riding the toy. I hold it steady and let him set the pace, watching as he loses himself in the sensation.
“Marshall,” he gasps after a few minutes. “Stop. Fuck, stop. I’m too close.”
I still immediately, then carefully pull the toy out. Gabriel whimpers at the loss, even though he’s the one who asked me to stop, his entrance clenching around nothing as I set the toy aside.
I grab the lube and pour it directly onto my cock, coating myself thoroughly. My hand is shaking slightly as I spread it over my length, and when I look up, Gabriel is watching me with hunger in his eyes.
“Please,” he says, his voice breaking. “Fuck me, Marshall.”
I position myself between his legs, lining up my cock with his entrance. The head presses against him and I pause, looking at his face.
“Push back,” I tell him.
Gabriel does, his hips pushing toward me, and I feel my head breach his entrance. The heat and tightness are overwhelming, and I have to close my eyes for a second, fighting the urge to just slam forward and bury myself to the hilt.
“More,” Gabriel begs. “Please, Marshall, more.”
I push forward slowly, inch by inch, feeling his body stretch around me. He’s tight, so tight despite all the prep. I feel every ridge, every clench of muscle, every pulse of heat.
Halfway in, I pause. “How are you?”
“So full.” Gabriel’s voice is strained, his hands gripping my forearms. “But it feels good. Keep going.”
I push deeper, and Gabriel’s breath hitches. His fingers dig into my skin, and I watch his face for any sign that I need to stop. But all I see is pleasure mixed with the intensity of the stretch.
Finally, I’m fully seated inside him, my hips flush against his ass. I freeze, not daring to move, just feeling him around me.
“Baby,” I breathe, the word slipping out yet again. “You’re so tight. I’m not gonna last.”
Gabriel’s hands slide from my forearms to my back, pulling me down. “Don’t hold back,” he says against my ear.
I pull out slowly, almost all the way, and then push back in. We both groan at the sensation, and I do it again, establishing a rhythm. Slow at first, letting him adjust, but gradually picking up speed.
Gabriel’s legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I start to fuck him in earnest. Each thrust pushes a sound out of him: gasps and moans and broken syllables that might be my name.
I untangle his legs from around me and push his knees up toward his chest, spreading him wider. The new angle lets me sink even deeper. Gabriel cries out, his back arching, and I know I’ve hit the right spot.
“How does it feel?” I ask as I thrust into him. “Having your stepbrother’s cock inside you?”
“So good,” he gasps. “You’re stretching me so good, Marshall, fuck.”
“Can’t believe you’re taking all of me,” I tell him, punctuating each word with a thrust. “Squeezing me so tight.”
Gabriel clenches around me harder in response, and the sensation nearly makes me lose it. I curse and slow down, pulling out completely.
He whimpers. “Why did you stop?”
“I want you on all fours,” I tell him.
Heat floods his face, and he scrambles to comply, flipping over and positioning himself on his hands and knees. He looks at me over his shoulder, his hair falling into his eyes, his lips swollen from kissing.
“Please,” he says. “Put your cock back inside me.”
I move in behind him and push back in. It’s easier this time, his body already stretched and accommodating, and I slide in to the hilt in one smooth motion. Gabriel drops his head forward, his shoulders tensing, and I give him a moment to adjust.
Then I start to fuck him. Really fuck him, hard and deep, my hips slapping against his ass, my hands gripping his hips tight enough to bruise.
He pushes back to meet each thrust, making the most delicious and needy sounds.
It’s the first time in my life that I don’t hold back.
Gabriel is taking all of me, and he seems to love every inch I’m giving him.
“So good,” he gasps. “Fuck, Marshall, you feel so good.”
I lean forward, covering his back with my chest, and bite down on his shoulder. He cries out and clenches around me, and I know neither of us can take much more.
“I’m close,” I warn him.
“Me too,” he manages. “Don’t stop.”
I thrust into him a few more times, as deep as I can go, and freeze as my release crashes over me. I pulse inside him, filling him, and the sensation is so intense my vision whites out.
Gabriel reaches down and gives his cock a few quick tugs, and then he’s coming too, spilling onto the sheets beneath him with a broken moan.
We stay like that for a moment, both of us shaking, both of us gasping for breath. Then my arms give out, and I collapse forward, taking Gabriel down with me. We land in a tangle of limbs on the bed, my cock still inside him, both of us too wrecked to move.
Gabriel’s panting beneath me, and I can hear his heart pounding. I turn my head and press a kiss to the back of his neck, tasting salt and skin.
“Are you okay?” I murmur against him.
“More than okay,” Gabriel says, his voice exhausted and satisfied. “That was perfect.”
I carefully pull out of him and roll onto my back. Gabriel turns his head to look at me, and in the moonlight, I can see the contentment on his face.
I reach out and pull him close, tucking him against my side. He comes willingly, draping himself across my chest, and I wrap my arms around him.
We lie there in comfortable silence for a few minutes, our breathing gradually slowing. Gabriel shifts against me and makes a small sound of discomfort.
“I’m in a wet spot,” he murmurs, his voice drowsy.
“Shit, sorry.” I loosen my hold on him. “Do you want to go to my bed?”
“Maybe. Just give me a few minutes.”
I tighten my arms around him again and press my face into his hair, breathing in the scent of his shampoo mixed with sweat and sex. “Take all the time you need.”
He relaxes against me, his body going soft and pliant. His breathing starts to even out, becoming deeper and slower. I lie there in the dark, listening to the lake lap against the dock outside the window.
That’s when the fear sets in.
It starts as a tightness in my chest, a cold knot forming in my stomach.
I just confessed to my stepbrother what he truly meant to me.
I laid myself bare in a way I’ve never done with anyone, not even my ex-wife.
I told him I’ve been running from him for years because I wanted him too much, because I knew I could never have him.
And he took me to his bed, let me inside his body.
But what does it mean to him?
The question circles in my mind, gaining momentum. What if I’m just a distraction for him? What if I’m just a temporary fix, someone to help him get over Blaine? What if all of this means something completely different to him than it does to me?
Gabriel’s breath deepens as he falls asleep wrapped around me, his body going heavy and slack. His face is peaceful in the moonlight, his lips slightly parted, and I watch him for a long time, memorizing every detail.
I should feel satisfied. Happy. I just had the best sex of my life with the person I’ve wanted for years. But all I feel is this gnawing anxiety, this fear that morning will bring revelations I’m not prepared for.
What if he wakes up and regrets this? What if he decides it was a mistake? What if he wants to go back to the distance we’ve maintained for so many years?
What if I’ve ruined everything?