I was sprawled face-down on the couch, my shirt already discarded, the cool leather sticking to my bare back. My brother, Jake, knelt beside me, his strong hands pressing into the knots in my shoulders with just the right amount of pressure.
"You’re so tense," he murmured, his voice low, rough. "Work getting to you again?"
I groaned as his thumbs dug into a particularly stubborn knot. "Mmm, you have no idea. That new client is a nightmare."
Jake chuckled, his breath warm against the back of my neck. "Then let me take care of you." His hands slid down my spine, fingers tracing the curve of my lower back before slipping just beneath the waistband of my sweatpants. "You need to relax."
I should’ve stopped him. I knew I should’ve. But the way his fingers teased the top of my ass, the way his voice dropped into that dark, velvety tone—it made my cock twitch against the couch. "Jake…" I warned, but it came out breathless.
"Shh." His lips brushed the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Just let me make you feel good."
His hands slid lower, gripping the waistband of my sweatpants and tugging them down just enough to expose the top of my ass. I lifted my hips instinctively, letting him pull them down to mid-thigh. The cool air hit my skin, and I bit my lip as his fingers traced the curve of my ass, teasing but not quite touching where I wanted him to.
"You’ve been working too hard," he murmured, his voice thick with something darker than concern. "Let me help you unwind."
His fingers finally dipped between my cheeks, just barely grazing my hole. I gasped, my hips jerking forward. "Fuck, Jake—"
"Relax," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I’ve got you."
His fingers circled my entrance, slow and deliberate, before pressing just the tip inside. I moaned, my cock throbbing against the couch. "You’re such a tease," I groaned.
Jake chuckled, low and dark. "You love it."
He pressed deeper, his finger sliding in knuckle-deep, and I arched my back, pushing against him. "Fuck, yes—"
"Greedy little thing, aren’t you?" His other hand snaked around my hip, gripping my cock through my boxers. "Already hard for me."
I whimpered as he stroked me, his finger still buried inside me. "Jake, please—"
"Please what?" His voice was a growl now, his lips brushing my ear. "Tell me what you want."
I swallowed hard, my face burning. "I want you to fuck me."
Jake groaned, his cock pressing against my thigh through his jeans. "God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that."
His finger pulled out, and I whined at the loss, but then his hands were on my hips, flipping me onto my back. He yanked my sweatpants and boxers off in one motion, leaving me naked beneath him. His eyes raked over my body, dark with hunger.
"Fuck, you’re perfect," he breathed, his hands sliding up my thighs. "Look at you—all spread out for me like a good little slut."
I moaned, my cock leaking at his words. "Jake—"
"Shh." He leaned down, his lips brushing mine. "Let me take care of you."
His mouth crashed against mine, his tongue forcing its way past my lips. I groaned into the kiss, my hands tangling in his hair as he devoured me. His cock was hard against my thigh, and I reached down, gripping him through his jeans.
"Fuck, you’re hard," I panted against his lips.
Jake groaned, grinding against my hand. "You do this to me. Always have."
His hands slid up my chest, pinching my nipples before trailing back down. He wrapped his fingers around my cock, stroking me slowly. "You like that, don’t you? Like when I touch you like this."
"Y-yeah," I gasped, my hips bucking into his grip.
"Good." His thumb swiped over the head of my cock, smearing the precum. "Because I’m gonna make you beg for it."
He released me, standing up just long enough to strip off his shirt and jeans. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip. I licked my lips, my mouth watering.
"See something you like?" Jake smirked, stroking himself.
I nodded, my voice gone. "Fuck, yes."
He knelt between my legs, his hands sliding under my thighs to lift them. "Gonna eat this pretty little hole first. Get you nice and wet for me."
Before I could respond, his tongue was on me, hot and wet, swirling around my entrance. I cried out, my fingers gripping the couch cushions. "Fuck, Jake—!"
"Mmm, you taste good," he groaned, his tongue pressing inside me.
I whimpered, my cock throbbing. "More—please, more—"
He obliged, his tongue fucking me in slow, deep strokes. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open as he devoured me. I could feel myself getting wetter, my hole clenching around his tongue.
"Fuck, you’re dripping," Jake growled, pulling back just enough to speak. "You love this, don’t you? Love when I eat your tight little hole."
"Y-yeah," I panted, my hips grinding against his face. "Don’t stop—"
He chuckled, the vibration sending a jolt through me. "Oh, I’m not stopping. Not until you’re begging me to fuck you."
His tongue returned, this time focusing on my clenching hole, flicking and teasing until I was a writhing, moaning mess. His fingers joined in, one sliding inside me while his tongue worked my entrance.
"Fuck, Jake—!" I cried, my cock leaking onto my stomach.
"That’s it," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "Let me hear you."
His finger crooked inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision white out. "Fuck, right there—!"
"Yeah?" His voice was dark, satisfied. "You like that? Like when I finger your prostate?"
He added a second finger, stretching me open as he finger-fucked me in slow, deep strokes. "Gonna make you cum like this first. Then I’m gonna fuck you raw."
I whimpered, my cock throbbing. "Please—"
"Please what?" His fingers twisted inside me, making me gasp. "Use your words."
"Fuck me," I begged, my voice breaking. "Please, fuck me—"
Jake groaned, his cock jerking. "God, you’re perfect."
He pulled his fingers out, and I whined at the loss, but then his hands were on my hips, flipping me onto my stomach. He yanked me up onto my knees, my ass in the air, and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole.
"You sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Fuck, yes—" I panted, pushing back against him.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. With one slow, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me.
"Fuck—!" I cried, my fingers clawing at the couch.
"Shit, you’re tight," Jake groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "Fuck, so tight—"
He pulled back and thrust in again, this time harder, deeper. I moaned, my cock dripping onto the couch. "Harder—fuck, harder—"
Jake groaned, his hips snapping against my ass. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with our ragged breaths and moans. "You love this, don’t you? Love when I fuck you like a little slut."
"Y-yeah," I gasped, my cock throbbing. "Fuck, yes—"
His hand snaked around my hip, gripping my cock. "Gonna make you cum like this. Gonna fuck you until you scream."
His thrusts became harder, faster, his cock pounding into me with relentless force. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. "Fuck, Jake—I’m gonna—!"
"Cum for me," he growled, his hand stroking me in time with his thrusts. "Cum all over the couch."
That was all it took. With a cry, I came, my cum spilling over his hand and onto the couch beneath me. Jake groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.
"Fuck, yes—!" he snarled, burying himself deep inside me as he came, his cock pulsing as he filled me.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting, our bodies slick with sweat. Jake finally pulled out, and I collapsed onto the couch, my limbs like jelly.
"Fuck," I breathed, my voice hoarse.
Jake chuckled, collapsing beside me. "Yeah. Fuck."
We lay there in silence for a moment, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Then Jake turned his head, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite read.
"We’re so doing that again."
I laughed, weak and breathless. "Yeah. Yeah, we are."
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