Stepbrother's Return | CH. 10
Charlie tops Leroy for the first time in their whole relationship...
⚠️ CONTENT WARNING:
This story contains explicit gay sexual content, infidelity, taboo family dynamics, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Previously: CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH. 3 | CH. 4 | CH. 5 | CH. 6 | CH. 7 | CH. 8 | CH. 9
Chapter Ten
The aftermath of the dare lingered like smoke in the air. The dim lamp cast jagged shadows across the three of us, our bodies still charged with the energy of the game, the dares, and what had just been set into motion.
My pulse hammered in my ears as Leroy sank to his knees on the worn carpet. He leaned forward, his chest pressing into the couch seat, arms braced against the cushions, his bare ass tilted up in a way that made my throat tighten.
This was happening.
My boyfriend, who’d always been the unyielding top in our relationship, was offering himself to me in a way I’d never dared to dream.
Herald lounged on the couch just beside Leroy’s face, his posture relaxed but his gaze still predatory. He leaned back, legs spread wide, his cock rock hard from the twisted game we’d been playing.
I moved behind Leroy, my hands unsteady from the sheer weight of this moment. My chest tightened as I took in the sight of him, so vulnerable, so open, waiting for me.
“You got the lube, right?” Leroy’s voice broke the silence, a faint tremor beneath the bravado.
“Yeah, hold on,” I muttered, fumbling as I yanked open the small drawer in the coffee table.
My fingers closed around the familiar bottle. I squirted a generous amount onto my fingers, then onto myself, the slickness sending a shiver up my spine.
Kneeling behind him, I rested one hand on the curve of his lower back, feeling the tension in his muscles. “You’re sure about this, babe?”
“Charlie, shut up and do it,” Leroy snapped, though there was a plea in his gruff tone. He turned his head just enough to catch my eye over his shoulder. “I want this. I want you to fuck me.”
My heartbeat picked up at his words, a surge of warmth mixing with the lust coursing through me.
“Good,” I whispered, rubbing slow, soothing circles on his back with one hand as I positioned myself with the other. “I’ve got you. Just…breathe for me, alright? I’ll go slow.”
