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I knelt behind him and pulled Asher to his knees, too, holding his hips firmly and ramming him from behind. Obscene murmurs left his sexy lips, begging for my cock, telling me to fuck him harder. And I replied with the same vigor. “Fuck, Ash, I love watching your sexy ass take my cock.” He clenched his hole around the base of my dick when my words reached him. “Fuck, baby boy, that feels so good,” I grunted, pounding his tight hole with all I had. His thick cheeks rippled with every impact, his skin glossy with a layer of sweat.
I moved my arms along his body, exploring him slowly until they reached his shoulders. There, I held him, and I sped up the thrusts of my hips. He cried out with pleasure, begging me to torture his prostate harder and faster. “Make me come, Jordan. Fuck, please, make me come like this.”
Sweat dripped from my brow as I closed my hands around his throat and kept increasing the pace. I rubbed against his prostate with each move of my body, my dick exploring him balls-deep. My hands tightened around his neck, making his voice thinner and raspier as he cursed and begged for more.
His willingness to go to any length with me hit me like a bullet. It turned me on so hard and so suddenly that I realized I couldn’t stop myself. It triggered the sweetest moments of my life as I fucked him harder and felt him tightening around me. At the same moment, my dick throbbed uncontrollably, and I grunted and moaned, filling the condom and keeping the pace just the way he wanted it. My orgasm raced through all the parts of my body, strangling me and making my toes curl. But when Asher’s hole pulsed around my dick rapidly, and his voice cracked in joy and pleasure, I knew he was done, too. A shudder passed through his upper back as I relaxed my hold on his throat. He was still grinding himself against me but slowing down. He panted and sighed and slowly pulled away from me. When he lay on the towel, turning on his back, his dick was swollen and slick with cum that trickled down his length. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking it slowly, while I removed the condom and touched myself. I lay on top of him, pressed our bodies tightly together, and kissed him. “Ash,” I whispered. “You were…” I ran out of words. There wasn’t a way to tell him and do it justice.
“You too,” he whispered, kissing me back.
We lay like that for a long time, basking in the sun and in our satisfaction, unafraid and unbothered.
I kissed all of him. I kissed his fingertips, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, and his nipples. I kissed his belly button and licked his softening cock to get a sweet and salty taste of his cum in my mouth, and then I kissed his lips again, letting him taste himself on me.
“I never wanna stop doing this,” he mused.
If only summer never ended. If only we could stay on the pier forever. If we could just swim and kiss and fuck for the rest of our lives, I wouldn’t leave this world with a single regret.
But I knew one thing for sure. I wasn’t going to let go of him. “It feels like I’ve been searching for you for so long.”
“And I was there all along,” he said seriously, looking into my eyes. “I’m here. I’m yours.”
My heart inflated abruptly, skipping a beat. I wrapped him in my arms and held him. He was mine. I had denied myself the chance to dream this up, but getting it and holding him in this moment was the most precious thing that had ever happened to me.
THIRTEEN
Asher
Fuck. My. Life.
Walking like a normal person around the house was a bigger challenge than I had expected. My ass was constantly warm and tingly in all the best ways. The ghosts of pain showed themselves when I had to sit down for dinner and the surprise I felt at the sensation took my breath away.
With Jordan sitting across from me and Mom and George flanking me, I felt like all eyes were on me, reading the subtle expressions that spelled it out clear as day: I had my ass wrecked by the rough beast that was now staring at me and licking his fingers with delight. And yet, despite doing my best to push those thoughts from my mind and my face, I couldn’t stop the welling desire for another round with Jordan. He was too good, too perfectly fitting my needs, and too accurately dominant in a way my slightly submissive streak adored. It was a trait I would never show to anyone in my daily life. I was a strong, independent guy as far as everyone was concerned. And yet I liked getting owned and fucked for my lover’s greatest pleasure.
My gaze moved between Mom and George without being suspicious. You’d tear this apart, I thought, almost bristling as that crossed my mind. It turned into a sort of mental game. Which one of them would pull the trigger if they found out? Which one would demand we stop? Which one would hurt more? George was a passionate person at times. He felt things strongly, even if it was unpredictable. My mother had always been progressive, but I wondered if her mind was open enough to accept that stepbrothers could develop feelings for each other. It wasn’t like we had actually grown up together. Then again, both our parents had done a lot of work of convincing us and themselves that we were now brothers. They’d backed off after a time, but I doubted the ambition had faded entirely. The game nights and family trips had always found ways to illustrate to Jordan and me that we were more than two strangers in a new situation.
It’s not forced proximity when you are family, the logic went. But I had rejected that line of thinking for the simple reason that Jordan had been turning me on since the first time I saw him.
Surreal as it may be, spite flamed within me. Would they try to pull us apart? Vindictively, I pressed my thighs together under the table, sparking a wave of flutters through my insides that started where Jordan had wrecked and stretched me to the point that even shifting in my chair wasn’t without that unique sensation.
I planned, just as I sat there between Mom and George, how I would wait for midnight before slipping into his room and handing over my body for his pleasure.
“You boys have a good swim?” George asked after swallowing a mouthful of his homemade carbonara. “You’re both red like crabs.”
“Sunscreen must have worn off,” Jordan said in his deep, even voice.
“I was telling Eileen we should join you,” George said conversationally.
Dread filled my hollow stomach. That never happened. Mom disliked still water and George wasn’t much of a swimmer. That they had even thought about it terrified me. In some other universe, a version of us had gotten caught today. In yet another, a version of us had been caught at that first kiss. We were one mistake away from an untimely end to this thing.
This thing…
What was this, anyway? I didn’t mind sneaking around with him if it meant he would treat me well and kiss me and fuck my brains out when we wanted it. But I still wanted to know.
“I was reading,” Mom said, like that completely explained why she hadn’t gone to the lake.
“You should join us tomorrow,” Jordan said.
I glared at him. What the fuck was he doing? I wanted to ride him senseless tomorrow. I wanted to suck him underwater or do some other sort of acrobatics where nobody could see us.
