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“Gorgeous,” I say, staring down at him. His eyes are lidded and his face flushed even more than before. Sweat is beaded on his brow and it’s so fucking hot.
“What, what about you?” he says, still trying to catch his breath.
“What about me?” I ask. His eyes flicker down to my erection and he licks his lips.
“Can I? Please? I want to taste you, big brother.”
Fuck. I stroke his cheek as my cock throbs. “Ask me again, really nice, baby.”
He looks me straight in the eyes and doesn’t hesitate. “Please, I want to choke on your cock, Ro. Use me to make yourself come.”
I grin and so does he, and then I’m moving up his body and gripping the headboard as I straddle his face and my dick slides into his mouth. He moans loudly as I slide in deeper, feeling the heat and wetness of him surrounding me. “God, that’s good,” I groan. He reaches up to grip my hips.
“No hands,” I say, shaking my head, and he groans around me again, making my cock jerk in his mouth. His hands grip the headboard underneath mine again. “I’m in charge. Understand? Tap me if you need to stop.” He nods in acknowledgement. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you asked for. Now suck.” He does and my eyes roll back in my head, my head tilted back as pleasure overtakes me. I thrust into him, needing more. I push up on my knees and slide even further into his mouth, hearing him gag. He hollows his cheeks and takes me all the way to the back of his throat as tears fill his eyes and slide down his cheeks. I pull back and thrust in again as saliva drips down his chin. Fuck, this is amazing. I love the way he is letting me use him. The control he’s giving me is exhilarating and I feel my balls drawing up as pleasure races down my spine. I thrust fast and hard into his mouth, chasing my release, and then I’m spilling long and hard down his throat, my hands gripping the headboard so hard my knuckles are white. More tears slide down his cheeks as he swallows, his nostrils flaring, but I don’t pull out until every last drop of cum is safe inside him.
“Don’t swallow it all,” I tell him as I pull out. Then I grip his chin in my hand and press my mouth to his, tasting my spunk on him, moaning as our tongues tangle.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” I stare at him and his eyes dance over my face as he catches his breath and then licks his lips again, no doubt savoring the taste of me. I don’t know what’s going through his head, but I wonder if it’s the same thing that’s going through mine as I look at him, breathless and so damn beautiful underneath me.
I want more.
“You don’t seem like you’re freaking out,” Sebastian says as we lie in bed moments later, warm and sated. His head rests on my chest again and he runs his finger over my pecs and down my abdomen, then looks up at me as I stroke my finger over his upper arm.
“I don’t know what this means,” I tell him. “And I’m not in a rush to put a label on myself. I don’t know if I’m bi, or pan, or demi, or what, I just know that you’re the only one who has ever made me feel this way. I don’t know what this is between us, Sebastian, but I want to find out, together.”
“Really?” he says, pushing up in his elbow. Tears glisten in his eyes and I reach up and cup his cheek.
“Really,” I say. “Forget casual sex. This isn’t an experiment for me. We are not fuck buddies. I want all the strings and attachments with you, little brother.”
He smiles so wide I think his face might split and then he’s kissing me again.
Chapter Five
SEBASTIAN
PRESENT DAY
“Mmm?” Rome murmurs when I kiss the top of his head. I’ve just gotten out of the shower and am dressed in my work uniform. I’m a bag boy at the local supermarket, and while it’s certainly not my dream job, it’s helping pay the bills until that day comes.
I look down at my mostly asleep brother, dozing on the couch, his dark chin length hair, his toned physique, the tattoos decorating his skin, and I can’t believe we had sex. Me and him. Us. Together. I never dreamed he would feel for me the way I’ve felt about him for the last year and a half. I never dared to hope we’d share something like what we shared last night. That was the most intense and erotic experience I’ve ever had. I can’t stop thinking about the way he touched me, the way he talked to me, the way he took control. God, the way he took control. I loved every second of it. The way he made me feel so utterly and completely owned. It was so fucking amazing.
I hated washing the panties I came so hard in last night because it felt like washing away evidence of us. Though my ass is still sore from being railed three different times and spanked. And I have the hickey he left on my neck that thankfully the collar of my work shirt covers. But I’m honestly hoping it won’t fade any time soon.
Also, who knew I’d be such a pain slut? Him biting me, marking me, spanking me, god, it was so good. And the way he stretched me, filled me so full I thought I might split in two. I’ve known ever since I started pleasuring myself with sex toys how much I love being filled, but having it be Rome’s cock instead of a dildo was everything.
The best part though, is knowing he doesn’t just want sex from me. He wants me. All of me. He wants to figure out what we are, together, and that thought makes me so unbelievably giddy.
He can be a bit rough around the edges, but deep down he’s really a teddy bear. And he’s always been there for me, first as my brother, then my friend, and now my lover. And I can’t imagine it being any other way. He drew me in from the get go with his surly demeanor, sultry smile and soulful brown eyes. And I can’t believe I get to call him mine in every way possible.
“See you later,” I whisper. “Heading to work.”
“Mmm,” he mumbles and I drape the blanket on the sofa over him, inhaling the scent of black tea and peppermint that I’ve come to associate with him, before I head out the door with a pep in my step.
It’s a six hour shift of loading groceries into customers’ bags and smiling, and trying to make pleasant small talk while I do. Then offering to help them out to their cars. Most people politely decline, but there are some elderly and parents with small children that take me up on my offer. I’ve also had the occasional customer say yes, only to hand me a piece of paper with their number on it or ask me out when I get done loading the groceries into their car. It’s mostly college men and women, but I’ve had a couple of single moms do it, too. At least I assume they were single. Oh, boy.
I grin when I see Mel coming through my line and she smiles and waves at me. When I ask if she needs help out to her car she accepts just so we can have a moment to chat.
“So,” she says, “is that a hickey on your neck or did you bite yourself shaving?”
