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“Jesus, it’s so,sofucking tight,” I marveled and, no lie, this completely unwarranted flash of jealousy rushed through me at the idea thatanyoneelse had ever gotten to touch him like this.

Graham let out a breathy laugh before prompting me with a lift of his chin. “Keep going. Put another one in.” He kept his head raised, watching me, and then let it drop back when I slid a second finger inside him. “Good, now twist them around a litt—yes, fuck yes. Damn, you’re good at this. Might have to keep you.”

I knew it was just the incoherent babble of a guy on the edge. Shit, I’d flung out all kinds of praise in the heat of the moment too, but I could pretend just for a little while that it meant something more. I leaned in close, watching my fingers pump in and out of his hole, how the edges went dusky and slick with each gliding stroke. For distraction, I bent lower and licked his skin where my fingers plunged in and out, and damn if that didn’t make him go crazy beneath me. His hips arched up with a jolt, and I pressed them down again.

“Graham, I’m gonna—” I couldn’t take it. I reached for my dick, the pressure and need enormous. A few strokes, just a few blissful strokes. That was all I needed.

But Graham reached down and yanked my hand away.

“Wait.” He tugged gently at the roots of my hair. “I want to do it,” he said breathlessly, and my endorphin and testosterone-addled brain had no clue what he was talking about for a second.

I blinked up at him, mouth and chin wet, his taste on my lips. “What?”

“Fuck, I’m all nervous now.” Graham let out another one of those self-conscious laughs, so endearing that I brushed a kiss over the inside of his thigh and squeezed his hip before I could even think about what I was doing.

“Maybe just the tip first? To see how it feels?” Graham blinked down at me, hope gleaming in his eyes, and itfinallydawned on me what he was talking about.

My stepbrother was asking me to take his virginity.

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Graham

“Okay, just the tip. I can do that,” Ryan stuttered out and then nodded so emphatically that we both laughed. He grabbed the base of his cock and dragged in a deep breath, nodding again as he rose and settled back on his haunches. “I mean, I’ll try.” He slanted another wary look at me like I was a genie who was about to take away his wishes. “Are yousure?”

“Yes. Definitely.” This was going to happen. It had to happen because who fucking knew if I’d ever get this chance again? “Now jerk me off.” There needed to be less talking and more orgasm-stoking.

Ryan reached for my dick, hesitated, and then closed his hand around my shaft and began to stroke me when I nodded encouragingly. His hands were big, a little rough, and totally everything I’d envisioned over endless hours during study hall. Each tug was like a fucking angel choir singing in my balls, that was how heavenly his touch was.

“Harder?” he asked after a second, and the question was totally adorable, the look in his eyes sincere, like he really wanted to make sure he was getting it right.

“No, no, that’s good. Really good. And that squeeze at the top?Fucccccck.” Damn, look at us conversing and working together. Maybe there was hope for us after all.

I rose up on my elbows so I could watch his hand moving over my cock, permanently imprint it in my mind, and when my gaze drifted lower to find his hand gliding lightly over his own dick, I rumbled out an agreeable purr for his proactiveness.

“Guess that’s a point in favor of athletics,” I muttered, and when Ryan gave me a confused look, I ticked my chin toward his hands moving in skilled tandem, not a missed beat on the down or upstroke. It was super fucking sexy and way better than watching him dribble a basketball.

Ryan inched forward a little, and the head of his cock jerked against my hole on his next upstroke. We both went still.

“Definitelydo that again.”

Ryan clamped down on his lower lip, a soft groan escaping him as he guided the slick head of his cock over my hole and rubbed it back and forth a few more times. The tease was almost better than him pushing inside, all those sensitive nerve endings right there.

“Keep doing that,” I gasped out, almost losing my grip on my knees.

“I don’t know if—” Ryan circled his head around my hole, and another thrill of pleasure rushed through me. “Jesus, it’s so hard not to come right now.”

“Ryan.”

“Graham.” His voice was hoarse, his eyes a little bewildered as he jerked his attention away from the temptingly close union of his cock and my hole.

“Put it in. Just the tip,” I repeated, that time-honored line that presaged many a human coupling through the ages. Ryan’s mouth quivered like he wanted to laugh, but I shimmied against him, and he sucked in a sharp breath, hands clamping down over my knees.

“Be still for a minute.” His brows furrowed in concentration as he uncapped the lube I handed him and slathered his cock.

“Me too.”

He nodded mutely without looking up, then tossed the bottle aside. I felt him fumbling around, a warm finger slippery over my ass, then blunt pressure.