Page 39 of Puck My Stepbrother

“That’s okay,” he said. “I’m not judging. I do know why it hasn’t happened yet, though.”

“Gee, why don’t you tell me why?”

I didn’t regret saying that. He’d tell me whether I wanted to hear it or not.

“Because you don’t really want him.” Levi announced it like he knew me better than I knew myself.

“Well, that’s a lot less disgusting than what I was expecting you to say.”

He smiled like he welcomed my comebacks, enjoyed the competition, or relished the fact that he could effortlessly strike down anything I said.

“I’m not saying he can’t be attractive in his own way…you know, if you’re into dorky guys with no muscle, no swagger, and who probably don’t know where to stick their cock.”

“But he’s not in your league, right?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“No, but that’s what you were thinking. I’m not stupid.”

“How big do you think it is?”

I paused, knowing what he meant. I didn’t want to acknowledge it, but I knew Levi too well to think I could escape his question.

“Jeff’s cock,” Levi said. “How big do you think it is?”

I shook my head. Fuck him.

“Is it cut? Uncut? Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

Now Levi sat far too close for comfort, his leg brushing up against mine, forcing me to feel his warmth. I sensed his weight bearing down on my side of the couch…so of course I found myself getting instantly hard. Oh my God, I didn’t want that to happen. I wanted to command my dick to go soft and never respond to anything about my stepbrother-to-be ever again. But my cock only grew harder until it nearly hurt. I couldn’t control a damn thing when it came to Levi Dunn.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Because you’ve never seen it. You haven’t just not had sex. You haven’t even fooled around with him a little or swapped cock picks. No hand jobs in the car, no groping,nothing.”

He made the “incomplete pass” motion with his arms. Even a nerd like me knew what that meant.

My heart and breathing both quickened, but I wouldn’t let him see how badly he’d affected me. No need to hand him an easy win—even though he’d claim victory no matter what.

“You don’t know anything,” I said.

“I know I’ve got a bigger cock than he does. And balls he can only dream of. I can pleasure you more than he ever could.”

Again, I said nothing.

“Don’t believe me? I’ve actually had sex with you. I know what turns you on. That’s a lot more than Jeff can say. Besides, after having me, I don’t know why you’d bother trying anyone else.”

I couldn’t entirely deny that logic. Though I’d wanted to forget that it’d ever happened, memories of our night togetherkept intruding on me. Being fucked by Levi had felt great, but I would never admit that to him. But Levi knew how I felt without me saying a single word.

“I’m totally in the mood right now,” Levi said, “and I fucking want your body. I’m sure you’re not using to hearing that from…other sources.”

Finally, I felt his moist lips on my neck and his stubble scratching my skin. I gasped, snatching a deep breath before plunging deep underwater. Then his powerful hands gripped me, not fiercely, but enough to subtly remind me who would always be in control.

As if commanded to act, I turned my head to face him, and his eyes practically burned holes through mine. His eyes fell shut; he kissed me softly at first, and then deeply. His tongue dove into my mouth and I felt his weight shift on top of me. My resolve ebbed away, little by little, until only the dregs remained.

And then I broke away from him, even though it felt like forcing myself to awaken from a dream.

“No!” I wrestled free from my stepbrother-to-be’s grip.