“Good,” he says, leaning down to brush his mouth against mine. “I like being the first.”
I hesitate, then decide to push my luck. “I’ve used my fingers, though.” I watch his reaction carefully. “On myself.”
Alex’s pupils dilate, swallowing the blue of his irises until they’re just thin rings around black pools. “Did you like it?”
I nod, not trusting my voice.
“Show me,” he says, rolling off me to reach for his nightstand.
He yanks open the drawer and pulls out a small bottle of lube and a condom, tossing them onto the bed beside us. I stare at the items, reality crashing over me in waves. This is happening. We’re really doing this.
Alex moves with purpose, his hands firm as he guides me into position. “On your knees,” he says, his voice gentler than his grip. “Face the mirror.”
I follow his direction, turning to kneel on the bed facing the huge mirror that takes up one wall of his bedroom. I’ve barely noticed it until now, too caught up in Alex to pay attention to my surroundings. But I can’t miss it now—the reflectivesurface spanning from floor to ceiling, giving me a perfect view of myself on all fours, wearing nothing but the red lace bralette, my cock hanging heavy between my legs.
I look debauched already, my hair a mess, lips swollen from his kisses, chest flushed pink beneath the lace. Behind me, Alex settles on his knees, his hands sliding possessively over my hips, down to grip my ass. The contrast of his tanned hands against my paler skin makes me shiver.
“Ty takoy krasivyy,” he murmurs, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.You’re so beautiful.
I drop my gaze, uncomfortable with the vulnerability of my position. One of Alex’s hands leaves my body, only to reach for my chin, lifting my face until I’m forced to look at our reflection again.
“Don’t hide from me,” he says. “I want you to watch. I want you to see what I see.”
I nod, swallowing hard as he reaches for the lube. The snap of the cap opening sounds obscenely loud in the quiet room. Alex squeezes some onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the liquid. His eyes never leave mine in the mirror.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, his free hand spreading me open.
I nod again, beyond words now. The first touch of his slick finger against my entrance makes me jolt, a shuddering breath escaping me. Alex circles the tight ring of muscle, not pushing in yet, just applying gentle pressure.
“Relax,” he whispers, his other hand stroking soothingly down my spine. “I’ve got you.”
I try to focus on relaxing the tension in my body. It’s not easy when every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire, when Alex’s eyes are locked on mine in the mirror, watching every micro-expression that crosses my face.
Slowly, so slowly, he begins to push one finger inside me. The stretch burns despite the lube, despite my body’s eagerness. I start to look away, overwhelmed by the intimacy of it all, but Alex catches me.
“Keep watching,” he instructs. “I want you to see yourself take it.”
I force my eyes back to the mirror as Alex works his finger deeper, past the second knuckle. The sight of us is obscene—me on all fours, ass raised, Alex’s thick finger disappearing inside me. I should feel shame. Instead, arousal pulses through me, hot and insistent.
“That’s it,” Alex murmurs as his finger slides all the way in. “You’re doing so well.”
He starts a slow, gentle rhythm, pulling his finger almost all the way out before pushing back in. The burning sensation fades, replaced by a strange fullness mixed with pleasure.
“More,” I gasp, pushing back against his hand. “Please.”
“Greedy,” he says, but he’s already reaching for the lube again, adding more to his fingers before bringing them back to my entrance.
The second finger is a tighter fit, the stretch more intense. I hiss through clenched teeth, my body instinctively trying to pull away from the intrusion. Alex’s other hand grips my hip, holding me steady.
“Breathe through it,” he says. “It’ll get better.”
I force myself to relax and accept the stretch as his two fingers work deeper inside me. After a moment, the burn subsides again, and I find myself pushing back against his hand, seeking more of the fullness, the strange almost-pleasure that’s building with each thrust of his fingers.
“Look at you,” Alex says, his voice thick with lust. “Taking your stepbrother’s fingers so well. What would our friends think if they could see you now?”
The reminder of who we are to each other, of the people just down the hall, should douse the fire building inside me. Instead, it throws gasoline on the flames. I moan, my cock twitching between my legs, a drop of pre-cum beading at the tip.
“They can probably hear us,” Alex continues, twisting his fingers inside me, searching for something. “Hear the sounds you’re making for your stepbrother.”
