Slowly, I sink to my knees, his semi-flaccid cock mere inches from my mouth.
There’s a groan of frustration from the other side of the wall. “I don’t have all goddamn night.”
Before I can even snap back at him, he’s almost ripped away from the wall, his voice rising to a shout before a door slams shut. Some banging occurs on the door before a new cock is pushed through the hole.
I hesitate for a moment as I look at it. Long, thick and fucking tattooed. Swear to God, from base to the start of the tip, it’s completely inked up. I’ve never seen anything like it. The tattoos are like decorations on what I can only assume is the prettiest cock that’s ever existed.
I wait for him to be an asshole too, to be impatient. Instead, he just stands there, silent and waiting, almost as if he’s telling me he has all the time in the world.
That thought helps a bit.
Nervously licking my lips, I study the cock as I try to recall every blowjob scene I’ve ever watched, every story Ari and Cassi have ever told me. Every horror memory I’ve unfortunately heard my older brothers talk about. I guess the bright side to this is that if I’m terrible, I never have to see the guy again.
I open my mouth before leaning forward and slowly closing it around the tip. A choppy breath is released on the other side, and I think that means I’m doing good. I carefully push forward, taking more of his cock into my mouth—inch by inch until he reaches the back of my throat and I gag. Awesome.
Embarrassment rises inside me before another satisfied groan rumbles from the man on the other side of the wall, spurring me on. I withdraw before pushing forward again, stopping just before I gag. This time, I run my tongue up the side of his cock, and I hear what sounds like his fist hitting the wall, like he’s having to brace himself.
Smiling against his cock and so fucking relived I’m not completely messing this up, I do it again and again. Pushing myself deeper each time, licking him for longer. My confidencegrows with each bob of my head, and when I wrap my hand around his base to assist, the loudest groan yet escapes him.
“Fuck,” he mutters, though it’s barely audible.
I try different techniques, running my tongue under him, around in a circle, even gently grazing my teeth along the side. He seemed to like that one most of all.
It’s hard to fully wrap my head around the fact that this person is a literal stranger. I’ve never met him, I’ve never even seen him, yet here I am sucking on his cock like it’s my favorite popsicle and I’m desperate for his taste.
His cock twitches in my mouth as his thrusts through the hole increase. They come so quick I’m barely able to keep rhythm, and then suddenly he pauses. His cock throbs in my mouth and a warm, thick liquid hits my tongue. It’s surprising at first, and for a moment, I freeze. Then my mind fully grasps that he’s coming.
Swallowing him down as best I’m able, I continue my movements, putting more effort into the actual swallowing part as he groans.
“Fuck, Peaches!”
I freeze at his words.
What. The. Fuck?
“What did you just call me?” I ask shakily, to which he doesn’t respond.
Instantly, it’s like a bomb has gone off. My vision is distorted and my hearing is dulled, just a quiet ringing in my ears as I shakily rise to my feet and run. I don’t know where I think that’ll get me, but I run, and I don’t fucking look back.
I make it to the hallway and am almost to the exit when I slam into a hard body. Instantly, the smell of leather, whisky, and something inherently him hits my senses. I know it’s him before I even look up. I canfeelit.
Still, my eyes need to confirm what my brain already knows.
Slowly, I lift my gaze, meeting those deep blue eyes that have plagued my every thought for as long as I can remember.
Kolter Mayhew.
My adopted brother.
Chapter Three
Naomi
Nick and Kolter are on the couch playing video games while Mom works a shift at the diner down the road. She’s been working a lot lately, which means most days I’m home with Nick and Kolter, since Anthony is now in college. Nick and Anthony are my older brothers, and Kolter, I guess technically, is too.
His dad was sent to jail a few years ago, and my mom took him in. Being Nick’s best friend, he was practically living here anyway, and as of last month, Kolter legally became a part of our family. A brother. My brother.
I’ve been mildly in love with my brother’s best friend as far back as I can remember and fought against him becoming part of the family, though no one knows why. I’ve done a good job of keeping my crush a secret over the years, but I find it harder and harder the older we get. I know there is an age gap but that doesn’t matter to me, and I don’t think it matters to him either. I swear, sometimes when I’m not paying much attention, I’ll find him already watching me. Kinda like how I watch him when he isn’t looking. I think he secretly likes me back. Or at least I hope he does. Now that he’s technically family, though, it’s weird… right?