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His breathing evened out in a matter of seconds, and I nuzzled in closer, soaking in his warmth, the rightness of finally having him in my arms again. Being stuck together in the elevator had been close to perfection.

But this?

Relaxation drugged my muscles, and I sank into oblivion.

I woke in the same position sometime later, already hard against the soft skin of Preston’s ass.

“Fuck,” I whispered, sure I’d dreamed the previous however many hours. But my stepbrother still lay in my arms, warm and tempting.

My groin ached for him again, and no matter how many times I sank into his heat in the future, it would never be enough.

I rolled, blindly reaching for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. Suddenly shaking hands made me fumble, but I grabbed it before it fell to the carpeted floor. I flipped the cap and squirted a shit ton over my length. The coolness made me hiss, but a few strokes warmed me right back up.

Preston hadn’t moved a muscle.

Once more on my side, I scooted closer, sliding my slick fingers through his crack. God, he was hot. Soft. His pucker still lax. I groaned at the thought of what I was about to do, heat flushing through me.

He’d said I could slide right in, so I shifted forward, holding the base of my dick to rub over his ass.

A shuddered sigh rippled through him, and I eased in just a little, his ring sucking on my frenum.

“Jesus,” I hissed, closing my eyes against the clasp of his body around me. I flexed my ass, burying deeper, gliding into his silken warmth. Nothing lay between us. Nothing man-made kept us apart.

I’d never fucked without a condom and had to swallow against a sudden rush of emotion while winding my arms tightly around his torso.

He squeezed his ass around my rigid length, letting me know he’d roused from sleep.

“Fuck,” I grunted, my hips instinctively trying to bury me even deeper. “I want to wake you up like this every night,” I murmured against his ear, nipping at his lobe. “Your ass is so hot, baby. Tight and slick around my dick. Fucking heaven.”

Preston sighed, arching slightly as though thinking I could penetrate him deeper than I already was. Great minds and all that shit.

“Feel me?” I pressed his palm against his lower abs, his thickening dick rubbing over the back of my hand.

“Mmm,” he moaned, and I pulled out with a teasing but steady stroke. He whimpered when I didn’t shove in right away. “D-Drake.”

“I’ve got you,” I promised and released a groan of appreciation while sinking my slick cock into his body.

He shuddered. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

“Mmm hmm,” I agreed, slowly repeating the motion.

“More.”

“Nuh uh,” I disagreed, wanting to savor loving on him skin to skin. “Gonna take my time. Drive you insane until you’re begging for me to stuff your ass full of my cum.”

He shivered and cursed.

“Like when I talk dirty to you, baby?” I asked, bottoming out once more deep inside him.

“So much—you have no idea.”

I gyrated my hips, my balls rubbing all over him. “Fuck. You fit me like you were made for me.”

We both went silent for a few strokes, our panted breaths loud in the stillness accompanied only by the quiet hum of the heater beneath the window. The wet sounds of a slow fuck, the slick glides of my dick through his tight ring, ratcheted my desire to soaring heights.

My throat thickened as overwhelming need and love for Preston swelled inside my chest.

I bit back the words wanting to spill from my lips. Undying love. The promise to stand beside him, hold his hand when Jacqueline disowned him for being gay and for agreeing to be mine.

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