Page 12 of Puck My Stepbrother (Pucked and Possessed #2)

LEVI

“ I told you to come visit my room anytime,” I told Quinn when I stopped him in the hall later that night. “And I meant every word.”

“I know.”

My stepbrother’s voice sounded cracked and weak, even over just the two syllables he’d spoken. It reminded me of how nervous he’d seemed at the kitchen table before fleeing again. But I knew what he wanted, no matter how many walls he put up, and I loved nothing more than a challenge.

“Then why haven’t you come to see me?” I asked.

He offered a tiny shrug, not even bothering with words this time. The more he resisted, the more determined I was to get both of us exactly what we wanted.

“Come on in,” I said.

He paused, his face turning as white as if he’d seen a ghost.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked. “The second coming?”

“It’s nothing,” he said. “It’s just that I…”

I stepped into my room and waved him inside, then stood and waited until he realized that I’d stay right here until he obeyed my command. He shuffled into my room and sat down on the bed.

“I want to show you what I’ve done with the room,” I said. “Over there, I’ve got my forty-eight-inch TV, but I’ve got a nice clear space of wall I can use for my projector. And look at all the Blu-rays I’ve got.”

I extended a hand at the shelves of Blu-rays I owned, which ranged from the Rocky series to Caddyshack , Ghostbusters , and The Terminator .

“Sorry, I don’t have any books in here,” I said.

“To each their own, I guess.”

Quinn’s voice didn’t sound weak or shaky now, but he spoke almost too softly to be heard.

“I’ve got a mini-fridge in here and pretty much everything I need except for my own bathroom.”

I raised my eyebrows at him, hoping like hell he’d pick up on the innuendo. A smart guy like him couldn’t have missed it, so I decided Quinn still had some fight left in him. I’d known him a long time, and I understood he was no lightweight. In fact, I kind of respected that about him.

But Quinn pretended like I’d said nothing at all. Maybe he hadn’t meant to challenge me, but I totally took it that way, and meant to answer.

“I should be going,” he said.

“What’s your rush?”

He had no answer for that. Of course he didn’t.

I stood up and stared deep into those perfect hazel eyes of his. At that moment, I knew he was mine.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do what we did in the shower the other night?”

“I dunno. How long?”

His words sounded so soft and drawn out, like a fluffy cloud drifting in the sky.

“Forever,” I said.

And I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and drew him forward.

“You’ve wanted this for the longest fucking time, too,” I continued. “Why don’t you tell me how long you’ve wanted this body?”

His lips moved, but no words came out. I had my stepbrother-to-be right where I wanted him.

I leaned in and kissed his lips, my tongue eagerly entering his mouth. My tongue lapped over his and, for a moment, I thought I might devour Quinn Standish whole.

I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing his body against mine, and felt the hard cock in his jeans press against my leg.

“Good for you, bro,” I said in a rough voice when our lips broke apart. I cupped a hand over his bulge, kneading it, enjoying every moment touching it. “Why don’t you let me take care of this for you?”

Quinn nodded slightly, but otherwise met me only with heavy breathing.

I crouched down, grabbed the front of his jeans again, and pulled him up nice and close.

Then I unfastened his belt slowly, my eyes never leaving the bulge in his jeans.

I unzipped his fly and eased his jeans down past his hips, revealing a pair of gray boxer briefs.

His cock strained against them, leaving a dark spot of pre-cum on the fabric.

Then I leaned in, nibbled on the head, and listened to Quinn’s gasp. It was music to my ears. His hand found the top of my head, fingers swimming through my hair.

“I want to see it,” I said. When he didn’t answer, I added, “And I want you to put it in my mouth.”

A gust of air left his mouth as I tucked my thumbs under the elastic of his underwear and peeled them back. His cock sprang free, bobbing up and down in front of my face, allowing a close-up view of its generous curve.

“Mmm, nice,” I said.

“You’ve seen it before, haven’t you?”

“I know, but never this close before. And I didn’t get to taste it last time, don’t you remember?”

He nodded like the whole experience was making it impossible to speak.

I took his dick in my hand and stroked it back and forth before touching the tip of my tongue to the drop of pre-cum hanging from the end of his member.

Then I nibbled the head again, sealing my lips around it, and drew it into my mouth.

An enormous groan erupted from Quinn, the kind that could only come from someone whose cock had never experienced the warmth of someone else’s mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, using my free hand to stroke Quinn’s length.

And then I took my stepbrother-to-be completely into my mouth.

I stroked my hand up and down Quinn’s now-wet length and reveled in the panicked sounds of his labored breath.

I rolled my eyes upward, wanting to watch him, longing to see his reaction.

The sounds he was making told me I had him in the palm of my hand. I wouldn’t let go until I wanted to.

Now his breathing sounded choppy.

“Stop, stop,” he said, but I kept going. “Stop, I’m gonna come.”

And I stopped, but only because I wanted Quinn to go the distance with me.

I pulled him out of my mouth and looked up at him again.

“That’s fine,” I said. “Besides, yours isn’t the only cock in the room that needs attention.”

I stood up straight and dropped my pants right to the floor, boxers and all, letting my already hard dick point straight at him.

“Get on your knees, baby,” I said.

Quinn paused.

“Get on your knees. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Authority slipped into my voice, and Quinn did as he was told.

So I brought my meat to Quinn’s mouth and brushed it against his moist, sexy lips before slipping it past them.

Then I gasped. Not gonna lie, the feeling of his warm mouth was fucking incredible.

Maybe I’d dreamed of what it would be like for so long that the real thing was bound to exceed my expectations.

I pushed my cock deeper into his throat until he choked and gagged, forcing me to withdraw.

“That’s okay, baby,” I said. “Happened to me the first time I sucked cock, too.”

Quinn poised himself before taking my cock into his hand once more and drawing it into his mouth. I closed my eyes, head thrust back, and pushed it in and out of his mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” I said. “You’re doing great. That’s really good, nice and slow. In and out.”

Before long, I couldn’t take it so slowly anymore.

Quinn’s mouth felt insanely good, silky and warm, unlike any other I’d ever entered.

Normally, I didn’t come from blowjobs, not unless the person giving one was a total master.

Quinn, without knowing it, was on the brink of doing what few others could.

I pulled my shirt up over my head and threw it on the floor.

Then I pulled Quinn’s shirt off and dumped it over mine.

When I drew him in close, our bodies pressed together and I sealed my mouth over his, tongue diving in nice and deep.

Then I spun around, bent him over, opened his ass cheeks wide, and slipped my bare cock in and out of his ass cheeks.

The tingling sensation that brought to my dickhead made me gasp, and I smiled at the feeling. Then I smiled wider, thinking of what would soon happen. I cupped his ass with both hands, squeezing and kneading his cheeks, wanting to prolong our pleasure for as long as possible.

“You ready to take some cock?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“I can’t hear you, Quinn. I asked, are you ready to take some cock?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the magic word, Quinn?”

“Give me your cock, please .”

“That’s a good boy.”

I took a bottle of lube from the drawer, squirted a generous blob onto my hand, and slathered it over the entire length of my cock.

Then I eased my greased finger into Quinn’s tight little asshole and listened to him moan like a symphony.

Once I’d loosened him up a little, I pushed my finger back and forth.

Judging by the sounds of pleasure coming from my stepbrother-to-be, he wanted my cock in the worst way.

So I positioned myself behind him, bringing one hand down hard onto his ass cheeks, and a cracking sound reverberated throughout the room. He cried out, but I wanted the sting to distract him from what was about to happen.

I opened his ass cheeks and slid my cock in until the head met his asshole.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“What are you gonna say?”

“Give me your cock, please .”

“Good boy.”

And I pushed my cock far enough inside of him to break down the first barrier. Quinn grunted and made some panicked sounds, but I knew he could take it. Most of all, I knew he wanted it. Finally, my cock sank into his ass, and my entire length was enveloped in warmth.

My stepbrother-to-be moaned, and I knew he wanted nothing more than to be in bed with me.

I grabbed his hips as I pushed in and out of him. The sounds coming from Quinn hadn’t changed drastically, which I considered a good sign. I reached around his hip, clamped my hand around his cock, and jerked it hard as I loosened up his hole.

Once I found myself pushing in and out with each stroke, I released his cock and grabbed his sides again. My hips set in motion, I fucked Quinn Standish hard and fast, listening to the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Quinn thrust his head back into order to cope with the mounting pleasure.

He backed his ass up, ramming himself against my pelvis and getting into the spirit of thing.

My hands abandoned his sides again as I reached for my stepbrother-to-be’s neck.

They closed around it, my fingers pressing into his throat, and I squeezed ever so slightly.

I continued fucking him hard and fast to the rhythm I’d set. So far, he was taking it like a champ. The scene I’d dreamed of living out with Quinn was finally happening, and it was everything I’d thought it would be.

As I inched closer to climax, I pulled out of him and rolled onto the bed.

Then I hopped on top of him, cat-like, and pinned his legs back until his knees nearly touched his shoulders.

I entered him again effortlessly, pounding him hard and fast yet again.

I drew my face close to his, kissing him and dipping my tongue into his mouth.

Oh my God, this whole thing was so fucking perfect.

I shifted my body so my ass pointed straight into the air as I fucked Quinn deep.

Then his hand slipped between us. I felt the rapid motions of his hand against my stomach, and finally felt spurts of hot cum against my skin.

That prompted me to speed up, fucking him as hard and fast as I could.

I honestly swore sex had never felt so intense.

My climax mounted. I gritted my teeth and held onto the breath in my lungs, desperate to give way to orgasm, but forced it back as long as I could. Finally, the climax tore out of me. My body shook from it as gouts of cum shot from my cock onto Quinn’s midsection.

I thought I might collapse. Seriously. I hovered over Quinn, pushing myself up on the mattress, unwilling to show him a moment’s weakness. Then I kissed his lips, savoring as much of the moment as I possibly could.

Part of me expected him to slip out of the bed and flee like he had after the shower. But he didn’t. He remained in bed like someone who’d set the alarm clock to snooze three or four times, never wanting to leave.

Sex with Quinn wasn’t what I’d thought it would be.

It was even better.