I Want My Asshole Stepbrother IV

NICO

Oh God, fuck me, it feels really fucking good and I don’t understand why… It’s just a hand. A rough one, without any lube.

In theory, it shouldn’t feel good. But it does. It feels awesome.

Sliding my left hand beneath his arm, I grab his dick, and this time, he makes a noise.

“See?” I stroke slowly. “It feels…”

“No, it doesn’t.” His voice shivers through the words. “It’s just because your hands are soft… Like a girl’s.”

“Whatever you say.” I give his dick some gentle tugs, stuffing my fingers down into his pants to get it all.

Turns out only about half of it is exposed, which means it’s even bigger than I thought it was.

I’m not jealous, though… His is pretty much the same length as mine, except for his foreskin advantage.

The mutual jerking continues at a leisurely pace, and as much as I’m trying to fight it, his hand pulling uncoordinatedly on me feels exceptionally good.

We’re both leaned back, side-by-side, his eyes closed and jaw straining while I can’t keep my wide gaze off what my hand is doing.

This is insane. I’ve never touched a dick that wasn’t my own before and I can’t believe I’m doing this, and what’s more, I can’t believe that I think just doing it is tightening up my balls even more than the feeling of him stroking me.

“Enzo…” I whisper, my eyes gliding up to his face where it rests, inches from mine.

“What?” He gasps, lips quivering when he speaks. His eyes are screwed shut, like he’s desperately trying to imagine he’s anywhere else.

“Does this feel good?” I hum, using my index and middle fingers to circle his tip and push the skin down.

“N-no…” he whimpers, then bites his lip.

My mouth is overflowing with saliva, pulse pounding in my skull while I blink at his face. “Do you want me to stop…?”

His hips lift ever-so-slightly, seeking out my hand as mine angle toward him, our thighs pressing together.

“Uhh… um…” He fumbles for words, the sounds of his panting lulling me into a trance.

“I won’t…” I tell him, hoarsely, surrendering to the sensation of his timid strokes while I play with his cock in a way that he obviously likes but refuses to admit it.

“Stop… t-talking, Nico” he groans.

The way my name rolls off his tongue sounds different right now than any other time he’s said it.

It’s softer, breathier, yes, but also with a gasp of lust. Like his tone is giving away more than his words ever would.

Something about it sparks a wild need inside me; a need to chase and capture it.

To prove to him that he likes this, despite how much he’s fighting it.

“Harder,” I demand on a breath. And to my surprise, he obeys, stroking my dick harder, pulling it in his direction with my hips slanted toward him.

Riding the high of him doing what I say, I rumble, “Move your pants down more.”

And he does. He uses his left hand to shove the waist down farther, wiggling himself free.

Now both of our dicks are fully out, and I guess the curiosity is too much for him to ignore because his eyes creep open, his head tilting to peer down and watch his hand pump my cock.

When his lidded gaze slides back up to my face, it seems to accentuate how we are. And I can’t even help it. Like magnets, my eyes drop to his mouth, for just a split second.

They pop back up quick, locking on darkened gold and green before falling once more to his moist and shivering lips.

Subtly has apparently flown right out the window.

“Don’t…” he growls.

“Don’t what?” I swipe my thumb over some slick wetness at the tip of his cock.

His chest shudders, and he groans, “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

I can taste the cinnamon from his breath, we’re so close. “What am I thinking about…?”

His face inches in closer, until our noses almost bump.

“Do not fucking kiss me…” It sounds like a threat, but the way his words are trembling, the way his entire body feels tense and coiled… It seems almost like a dare.

Like he wants me to defy him, in the way that only I do.

“Why would I kiss you?” My chest is heaving, eyes struggling to stay open from the confounding pleasure of him working my cock rough and fast in his fist.

“Just… d-dont,” he stutters in a breath. And then he whispers, so low I barely even hear it. “Please.”

It winds me the fuck up. I have no idea why… I don’t understand it, but something about his soft, rumbly little plea has my balls drawn so taut, I’m ready to erupt.

My hand matches the tempo of his, and his mine. Even going lefty, I’m somehow just lost in this drive, pumping him up and down while both of our hips chase the friction in tandem.

I’m dizzy, a fog of desire swallowing me up and controlling my movements as my right hand crosses over, sliding up his chest.

He snarls in protest, but it turns into a needy hum as my fingers graze his throat, then his jaw.

And I hold his face still before mine, whispering over his hot mouth, “I don’t want to kiss you too.”

For all the anger, resentment, and animosity he’s been pushing forth up until now, I can feel him sloping into me, defying himself on purpose, and it drives me fucking crazy.

My balls are throbbing, aching with the need to come, the burn of him jerking me wild, pulling me right up to the edge.

Enzo’s fingers on his right hand graze my nuts, tickling them each time he goes down as his left hand flies to my shirt, gripping it in his fist.

I can’t tell if he’s trying to push me away or pull me closer. I’m not even sure he knows, but the point is that we’re practically on top of each other now, warring with the speed of voraciously beating each other off into a frenzy.

“You gonna come for me?” I gasp over his mouth, my fingers sliding aggressively into his hair.

He nods fast, but doesn’t speak, biting back whimpers by chewing on his lower lip.

“Tell me…” I rasp, holding off my own orgasm because I don’t want this to stop yet.

“Fuck off…” he breathes, then groans, lashes fluttering.

My hand slows. “Maybe I should stop then…”

“No, don’t,” he pleads. “I’m… I’m gonna…”

“Gonna what?” My fingers thread into his soft hair.

I’m fucking gone right now… Abandoned all rationale and everything I thought I knew before this moment.

I’m seconds from coming apart in his rough hand, rocking into his heat and his stubborn need.

“I’m gonna… come,” he croaks, hauling me closer by my shirt until I’m hovering over him, our hands bumping together in the furious chase.

The swollen tips of our cocks brush and a shuddering cry brings hoarse words from his lips.

“Fuck… Fuck you, Nico, fuck you, I’m gonna fucking come for you.”

“God, I’m gonna fucking come,” I rumble, pressing my hips down so that our cocks are together and we’re fucking writhing and grinding them frantically. “Come with me.”

“I’m coming with you…” he whispers, then whines.

Then gasps.

Then groans out the sexiest fucking noise my ears have ever heard as hot cum starts spilling out of him, all over me.

My hand, his hand, his dick, my dick. It’s shooting everywhere, soaking us and drawing out my own.

Head whirling off my body, my stomach clenches, and I lurch forward, biting down on his lower lip while my dick throbs and pulses cum all over us.

Our hips don’t stop moving, rippling into one another while we ride it out, coming fucking everywhere, our dicks slipping and sliding together.

My fierce chewing on his lip turns to a sweet suction, foreheads together, heavy panting echoing off every surface of the room.

It’s completely fucking insane.

The craziest, hottest, most unexpected thing that’s ever happened in the history of anything.

But it fizzles out quickly, as it tends to.

As soon as the orgasm high has worn off, we’re not lost in the moment anymore. Reality whacks us both like a blunt object, and we realize what we’re doing.

How far of a stretch this is from where we started only a few minutes earlier.

“Fuck…” Enzo grunts, releasing his grip on my shirt, and my dick, tumbling back on the couch to get away from me.

I clear my throat and back up too, shaking my head and shaking off the daze.