Page 46 of Hey, Stepbro

Blakely wraps his arms around me, and I melt into his embrace.

"It's okay," he whispers. "I understand."

I hug him tightly, tears streaming down my face. I don't know what I'd do without him. He's been there for me through it all, and he's the only one who truly understands me.

"Thank you," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Blakely holds me for a few moments, and then we pull away. I wipe away the tears from my face and take a few deep breaths.

I drag in a deep breath. "But it's in the past now. I'm done mourning the loss of a relationship that wasn't meant to be. I'm ready to start something new and better. With you."

Blakely takes my hand and squeezes it. "You didn't do anything wrong. You two weren't a good fit. And she sounds like a fucking bitch. It happens."

"I wish shit went down differently."

"You're here with me now, and I'm grateful for that."

Blakely is so much better than Amanda in every way. He's open-minded, understanding, and totally devoted to me. I'm lucky to have found him.

"Me too," I say.

We lay together for a while, our hands intertwined. I'm so grateful for this moment and the fact that I'm here with Blakely.

My right hand threads between his legs, and strokes his shaft. To my surprise, he's hard. "What's this, stepbro?"

Blakely blushes, then latches onto me. "It's from snuggling. Don't pay it any attention."

I smirk. "Oh, I'm paying attention. I'm wondering what else you can do with that."

Blakely grins, then leans in and kisses me. "We'll find out together."

"How about I find out and you lie there?"

Blakely moans, nodding. "I'd like that."

Sinking beneath the covers, I wrap my lips around his shaft. His soft crown fills my cheeks at once, and I take him deep, tasting every inch of him. His moans fill the air, and he trembles with each movement. His hands fist the sheets as I bob up and down, faster and faster.

I swirl my tongue around his head, and bury my face into his manhood. His breathing grows heavy, and I can tell he's getting close.

"Oh, God," he whispers, his body shaking.

I increase my pace, and in no time he's spilling his release down my throat. I drink it up, savoring every drop.

Gently, I lay him back in the bed and cozy up to him.

"That was incredible," he says, smiling.

"It sure was," I agree, pressing my lips to his. "You have such a great dick. I'm obsessed."

Blakely palms his forehead. "I can't believe I turned the star quarterback on the Rawdogs on to guys."

"You know what'd be super hot?" A low, feral growl escapes me as I stroke Blakely's side, then pump my hard shaft.

"W-What?"

"If I busted a nut right between your cheeks," I rasp. "Don't even stick it in all the way. Claim you as mine."

Blakely jolts like an electric shock zapped him. "Fuck yes, stepbro."