Rule Breakers (Off Limits #2) - Nicky James Page 0,27

of fresh moans.

The first few thrusts, I went easy, drawing out and sinking in slowly and carefully, allowing his body to adjust to the intrusion. Once I knew he was comfortable, I hiked his legs to my shoulders and pumped harder and faster, jarring him across the bed.

His cock jumped with each thrust as I pegged the little ball of nerves inside him. He wasn’t going to last long. Before we’d begun, he’d been on edge. If I worked him just right, I might get him to come handsfree. Wouldn’t that be a show for his dad?

As I fucked him, balls slapping rhythmically against his ass, I spat in my hand and took the head of his cock in my palm, rolling it and giving it stimulation. Edison cried out and thrashed more. His ass clenched around me, taking me closer to release as well.

I didn’t want to come. Not yet. It wasn’t part of my plan. This was a show for Harley.

I hammered Edison’s prostate with intent while paying his cock a bit more attention, making him delirious. I gave it a full stroke up and down then left it alone, glistening and ready.

Edison reached for it, and I swatted his hand away. “No touching. You don’t need to.”

“Please.”

“No. Do it without.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.” I adjusted my angle, jacked my hips, and folded him in half as I hovered over his flush face. “Look at me.”

His eyes struggled to focus through the thick haze of his building pleasure.

“Give your dad a show. He’s watching you. You’re fucking hot as hell, Edison. Come for me without touching your cock. Can you do it?”

He nodded, then shook his head, then nodded again. “I don’t know.”

“I know you can.” I kissed him, sucking his bottom lip, then let it go.

Sitting back, I wet my palm and gave his crown another quick roll. He whimpered, his tip dark purple, pulsing and leaking so much I knew he was right there.

His breathing turned ragged, quick staccato bursts he couldn’t control. I removed my hand and pistoned my hips, giving it all I had. When Edison’s whole body shook and he emitted a string of curses, I knew it would happen.

I glanced at Harley. His lips were parted, his attention locked on his blissed-out son. The front of my brother’s pants was noticeably tented. His gaze flashed to me. Our eyes locked.

Beads of sweat dripped from my temples as I smiled wickedly at my brother.

Then, Edison roared.

Large gushes of cum shot across his chest, landing on his face, in his hair, and pooling in his navel.

Somehow amongst his cries of pleasure, my ears also caught a groan emanating from the doorway.

I kept going, drawing it out for as long as I could. Edison’s tight ass clenched and threatened to take me over the edge too. I pinched my eyes closed, grasping for control.

As Edison’s orgasm ebbed, I slowed and collapsed on top of him, finding his mouth, delving inside, and sweeping my tongue against his. My cock pulsed and begged for release, but I took a moment to savor my connection with Edison.

Chapter Eight

Harley

It was like standing in an inferno. Heat bristled and sizzled in my core, making me sweat. The hair at my temples was soaked. My pits were pools. The area down the middle of my back was swamped with the overwhelming intensity of the moment. I was roasting alive.

And trembling.

Edison’s wails of pleasure echoed around the room, expanding, increasing in volume as he coated himself in pulse after pulse of cum. It was unending. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. I should have marched out of the room, driven across town, and barricaded myself in my house until I died of old age.

My chest pinched and spasmed, and only then did I realize I was holding my breath. Gasping great gulps of air did nothing more than make me dizzy. I clung to the door frame, bracing myself since my knees had threatened to buckle several times. My rational thoughts were scattered, whipping around in a frenzy of disorder like the flakes of snow swirling outside the window.

Edison continued to whimper as the last dredges of his orgasm faded. Like jelly, his limbs relaxed all at once, and he lay there under my brother, pleasure making his eyes glassy.

Denver, who’d had half an eye on me the whole time, collapsed on top of Edison and kissed him. I watched their tongues join and lick and tango together. Unable to help