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“I got it last year as a way to remember her. Wanted it sooner but my dad said I was too young and needed to wait until I was sixteen. I think it actually really touched him that I wanted something to honor Mom but he didn’t want me rushing into anything and he wasn’t thrilled about the idea of his teenager having a tattoo. I think he wanted to make sure I was serious and wouldn’t regret it at such a young age, but when I got a part time job to save up money for it he knew I meant business. It was my way of dealing with my grief and I think he recognized that, so he told me he would cover half the cost. Figured it was healthier than drugs or alcohol.” I chuckle and Sebastian snickers.
“Does it help?”
He nods. “Planning to get another one after I graduate.”
“Of what?”
“A firefly,” he says, a softness to his voice. “Mom used to call me her firefly. She said I lit up her world.”
“Your mom sounds pretty amazing. What about your dad? Are you close?” He chuckles like the thought of him being close to his dad is a joke.
“We were closer before Mom died. After that he got really distant and more closed off, started working even more hours. He wasn’t cruel or anything, but I guess that’s the problem. He wasn’t anything, because he just wasn’t there.” He gives me a soft smile. “I think your mom is good for him, though. He seems happier.”
“And what about you?” I ask. “Are you happy?”
He’s quiet for a moment then gives me a soft smile and says, “Happier than I’ve been in a long time.”
I smile and we start the movie again. When I wake up the next morning I’m still in Rome’s bed. I must have fallen asleep during the show, and he didn’t wake me and make me leave, just tucked me in. He’s next to me, snoring softly, his dark hair tousled and his mouth slightly parted.
God, I have the best brother in the world. But I think not falling for him is going to be harder than I thought.
Chapter Six
ROME
PRESENT DAY
“I want to blow you,” Sebastian says. He just stepped in the door after work and my brain jolts at the words. I’m sitting on the sofa in sweats and no shirt.
“Um, well, I’m not one to turn down that kind of offer,” I tell him. “Shouldn’t you eat first, though?”
He shakes his head. “I had dinner on my break.” His voice is desperate and pleading as he shucks off his shoes and leaves them by the door, then tosses his keys on the counter before making his way to me. He shoves the coffee table aside and my breath hitches when he sinks to his knees in front of me. “I’ve been thinking about this cock all day,” he says.
“Fuck,” I groan, as he grips my waistband and I raise my hips. He pulls my sweats and boxers down in one swift movement. My cock jerks in anticipation, already half hard. He takes it in his hand and strokes it a couple of times, making me moan as it thickens in his grip, my chest rising and falling. Fuck. He licks his lips, practically salivating at the sight of me. I twitch in his grip as he leans over and licks the head of my cock.
“Fuck, Sebastian,” I growl. “You look so good on your knees for me, little brother.” I run my fingers through his hair and he purrs. I reach back to his man bun and pull on the hair tie, letting the waves fall loosely over his shoulders and down his back. “Such a pretty little cockslut.” He moans and licks a stripe up my shaft, making me tremble.
“Now be a good boy and make me come,” I order. He doesn’t waste any time taking me down his throat. I groan at the sensation, watching as those full wet lips take me in deeper, sucking me harder. I’m fully erect in seconds and my cock is throbbing as he encases me in that warm, wet mouth. He suckles on me like I’m a pacifier, then swirls his tongue over my slit before taking me to the back of his throat.
My breathing picks up. “That’s it,” I growl, “choke on your big brother’s cock, Sebastian.” I thrust into his mouth and hear him gag, but don’t let up. He takes me so beautifully. Tears run down his face, saliva dripping from his chin and onto the floor as his hair tickles my thighs, and it’s so damn hot. “Such a good little whore,” I tell him, and he takes me deeper, humming around my cock. “Fuck,” I growl, tossing my head back. I don’t give him any warning before I’m spilling down his throat with a growl, my thighs quaking.
Then my hands are on his hips and I’m pulling him onto my lap. He straddles me and our tongues tangle. I moan at the feel of his body against mine again and my cum on his tongue.
My Sebastian. Mine.
Fuck, it’s like having him in my arms is giving me air to breathe. He ruts against me, so hard and desperate. So needy for me. I can’t believe my little brother is humping me like a fucking animal in heat. It’s so fucking hot.
“Please,” he whimpers, thrusting his hips shamelessly, like he’s been stranded in the desert for days and I’m his water. His cock brushes against mine, making me jolt with pleasure. “Please, Rome.”
Fuck, he’s so beautiful. I kiss him harder, sucking on his tongue, and then bite down on his bottom lip, making him gasp. “Please what, little brother?” He shivers when I take his cock in my hand through his tented pants.
“Please fuck me.” He moans as he thrusts into my hand. “I need to be filled so badly. Please, Rome.”
Fuck. I keep stroking him and he throws his head back, his hands gripping my shoulders, his eyes closed and his mouth parted in bliss. “Lift your hips so I can get your pants down, baby,” I tell him. He does, and I stop stroking him long enough to unzip his pants and slide them down, leaving his black silk panties in place around his straining erection. God, how was it only this morning that I touched him? Because it feels like it’s been an eternity.
I’ve missed the sight of his hard cock so much. The feel of him in my hand, his weight resting against my palm, the sounds of his moans and whimpers while I pleasure him. Nothing in the world compares to this. He quickly slips off his bowtie and his dress shirt, tossing them on the floor with his pants, and then he’s resting his hands on my shoulders again, his eyes blown wide with need and lust, his cheeks flushed and sweat beading his forehead.
My grip tightens. I stroke him slow and steady, and he trembles for me. The feel of his cock in panties as I stroke him sends shockwaves of pleasure straight to my balls once again. I definitely have a panty kink. My dick is throbbing again despite my very recent orgasm. “I want you to come in your panties,” I tell him, my breathing getting heavier. “Can you do that for me?” He nods and my hand slides around, slipping under his panties and cupping his ass cheek. I stroke it with my thumb and he pushes his ass back, begging silently for more as another whimper escapes his full pink lips.
