Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Torin,” I protest.
“Very good.”
His voice has dropped into that lower register that he seems to only use when I’m being obedient for him.
He takes his sweet time heading back through the paned door into the room. His eyes are on me until he steps all the way inside. I defocus my eyes once he’s gone, staring into the middle distance and listening to the rain.
But I don’t stop touching myself.
Just like he said.
Every stroke on my cock feels dangerously close to pushing me near the edge, and it feels like Torin’s somehow still watching me the entire time.
He walks back outside and when his eyes land on me, a jolt goes through my body.
“Keep going,” he says, lifting an eyebrow as he looks at my dick.
The snap of the lube bottle seems far too loud, like I’m expecting crowds of people to suddenly look up from the street and say look, there, Noah’s ready to take his stepbrother like a champ.
Fuck.
Don’t picture people watching us.
Too hard to function.
I’m still stroking my cock, and it isn’t helping. I turn and scan the street and yard below, seeing that the coast is still completely clear.
A sudden cool, slick touch hits my ass and I gasp.
“Christ, Torin,” I protest as he wastes no time slicking my hole from behind.
“Hand off your cock now,” he says, leaning over my back and getting close to me. I feel the heat of his breath beneath my ear. “You’re not allowed to come until I’m completely inside you. Understand?”
I let out a breathy whimper.
I let go of my cock and I don’t know if it’s better or worse to have it aching between my legs and getting no attention.
At the same moment, I feel a weight against my ass and I realize that Torin’s leaning forward, dragging his slicked cock between my cheeks, just giving me the suggestion of more before he pulls it away.
“God, I cannot wait to fuck you,” he utters in a growl near my ear. “Spread for me.”
“Aren’t I already spread enough?”
I feel him push his knee between my thighs. “Spread.”
I step apart further, feeling him grip one of my ass cheeks and give it a tight squeeze.
When I first feel him push the tip of his finger past my hole, it’s instantaneous relief.
Pure, blissful, and sudden.
Yes.
There.
It… actually feels so fucking good.
Finally, you quit teasing me and give me something.
But his gentle pressure only lasts for a little while. The moment he’s slowly, gently worked me open, he gives me some of his second finger, too.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper at the difference.
“You can take it,” he tells me in that low, certain tone.
“Don’t think I can,” I utter as he pushes it in just a tiny bit further and I groan loud enough that I’m thinking about that goddamn street below us again. “Torin, can you chill?”
“Nope.”
I try to breathe through the pressure, the dull pain.
I’m finally not shaky anymore because the intensity of this is distracting enough that I’m no longer capable of being nervous.
I just have to breathe, in and out, just like he told me to. He takes some mercy on me at least, easing into me more slowly now. He’s still close to my ear and he leans in to nibble at my earlobe, and I can hear his every breath, too.
He groans softly as he pushes another inch of his two fingers deeper into me. The sound of his pleasure in my ear is a burst of encouragement.
I like his voice too much.
As soon as I can accommodate the new pressure, I’m desperate to get that kind of reaction out of him again.
So I bear down and push back against him.
Harder.
I thrust my ass back onto his fingers, with some part deep inside me wanting to make him proud.
Sickening.
And fucking irresistible.
He moans louder into my ear this time and it really does feel like I’ve earned something. The feeling is addictive, and it floods my veins with a new thread of confidence I haven’t felt until now.
“Give me more,” I utter.
“I will when I feel like it. And when you can handle it.”
“Clearly I can.”
“Pretty ambitious of you, isn’t it, Noah?”
A moment later he shoves his two fingers in all the way to the hilt and it’s another flash of sharp pain, followed by an impossible fullness.
“You’re fucking insane.”
“And I’m giving you exactly what you want, aren’t I?”
“Yes,” I hiss, leaning over the railing a little further.
The rain is still coming down, but less now. It’s a drizzle that steadily patters on the leaves, and I focus only on the sound.
It’s okay.
I can handle this.
I can take any pain if it feels this good afterward.
What will his cock feel like, if this is just his fingers?
The idea of it sends a ripple of desire through me, followed by a tiny thread of fear.