I smiled softly. “All those nights we talked, it was you in the room next to me?”
He nodded. “Or in my dorm room at school.”
“You know all my secrets.”
“And you know mine.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Did you mean it when you said you wanted to know what it felt like to make love to me?”
His eyes met mine for a long moment. “Yes. Very much.”
His arms pulled me in and we kissed again, our mouths urgent as our bodies pressed together. I felt myself being lifted and carried to the bed, where he bent and laid me on it, following me down, keeping our kiss intact.
My legs spread and moved around him, and the material of his jeans felt rough against my bare pussy as we moved together. His weight felt good on me, pressing me down into the mattress as his hands moved over my body.
As our tongues danced together, I felt his hand cup my bare breast, squeezing it gently and teasing the stiff nipple with his fingertips.
“Oooh,” I breathed, as a shiver of pleasure when through me from his touch.
I locked my legs around him and ground my pussy against the hard lump of cock in his pants. The heavy denim material pressed into my soft folds and rubbed against my swollen clit, sending another wave of pleasure up my spine.
His lips left mine as he leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking at the swollen flesh, creating an arc of pleasure between my breast and pussy.
“Uhhh,” I moaned, my hands kneading the muscles of his back, feeling his strength underneath.
He moved his hand down between us, and cupped my pussy in his palm, letting a single finger slip between my slick labia, pressing it deep. I groaned louder and arched my back, pressing harder into his touch.
He moved to my other nipple, leaving the first wet and tight in the cool air of the room. At the same time his finger found my clit, and flicked softly over it, causing me to gasp loudly.
“Ohh, Brandon, that feels so good.”
After a few more moments, he leaned back on his haunches and pulled his T-shirt over his head. I took the opportunity to remove my blouse and torn bra. His hands went to his belt, and I leaned forward and ran my fingertips down his perfect chest, then over the bumps of his abs. I took over undoing his belt, then popped the button at the top of his zipper. Next, I pulled the zipper down, and the bulge of his cock pressed his boxers out through the gap.
Taking the waistbands of his pants and underwear in my hands, I tugged them down onto his thighs. His cock sprang free, arching up hard and proud, pointing directly at my face. It was magnificent, long and thick, with a smooth round head that had a large, distinctive ridge. My mouth watered.
My hand softly gripped the shaft, unable to reach all the way around, and I stroked him slowly. Looking up, I saw he was looking down at me with a half-lidded lustful expression. I smiled softly, and he returned it.
Keeping my eyes on his, I leaned forward and licked the tip, getting my first taste of his manly essence. I kissed the head softly, taking it halfway into my mouth and suckling at it.
“Uhhh,” he moaned, as his eyes rolled back into his head.
I lifted my mouth from him and said, “Mmm, I’ve wanted to do this to you for a while.”
He smiled. “Me or Bobby?”
“Both.” I leaned back in and slid my lips over his head, then down his shaft, taking his cock into the back of my throat.
He groaned again, and his fingers combed into my hair, caressing my head as I sucked on his rigid shaft. After a moment, I pulled off and sat up, leaving his cock jutting out, half-wet with my saliva. I leaned back and pulled my skirt down off my legs, and he took my cue and began removing his pants.
I moved off the bed and knelt beside it, watching him with eager eyes. When he finished with his pants, I smiled and crooked a finger at him, saying, “Come here.”
He smiled and slid over, sitting on the edge of the bed with his knees on either side of me. Our eyes met, and I once again felt the surreality of the situation. I was in a motel room with my brother, about to suck his cock. From the look on his face, he was realizing it too.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” I whispered, and watched as a shudder of pleasure went through him.
“Yes,” he replied, “Please.”
I gripped the base of his cock in one hand, and angled it down towards my mouth. With my other, I gently cupped his balls, holding them in my warmth. A small drop of clear pre-cum bulged at the slitted hole, and I leaned forward and kissed the tip, licking away the liquid to once again experience its musky flavor.
He groaned as my tongue licked at the sensitive spot below the hole and my lips gripped the meaty knob. It swelled even tighter as my mouth worked, and my lips bumped over the ridge, taking the entire head into my mouth. His hands found my hair again, and gripped it tightly, urging me on.
Slowly my mouth descended, feeling the bumpy underside of his cock slide over my tongue. I kept my lips tight as they rode down his thick shaft, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. Finally, the head hit the back of my throat, and there was no more room. There were still several inches between my lips and the hand I had around his base.
I held there for a moment, my throat making soft gurgling sounds as his cockhead nudged deeper. Then I slowly slid back up, keeping the suction tight, until my lips slurped around the head.
“Uhhhhh,” he groaned, “so fucking good.”
I glanced up again, and he was leaning back, propped up on his arms and watching my every move. I smiled around his cockhead as my tongue flicked rapidly over his sensitive skin. I slid back down, taking him deep, then back up, beginning the slow rhythm of my cocksucking.
My hands gently massaged his balls as I worked, and his cockskin became slick from my spit, making soft wet sounds as I continued to suck him. I listened to his breathing as the minutes went by, hearing it turn rhythmic, matching the pace of my bobbing head.
His slit began to drool his heady fluid, and I lapped at it hungrily, eagerly awaiting the full onslaught I knew was on its way. I continued to fuck him with my mouth, drawing out his pleasure with my tight, wet embrace.
His breathing became harsher, and his cock swelled even harder, letting me know he was almost there. I moved back to the head, teasing the tip with my tongue, as I met his eyes again.
“You like to watch me do this, don’t you?” I said with a sexy grin.
“Oh god, you’re so beautiful.”
“Mmm,” I said, taking his cockhead into my mouth for a moment then loudly slurping off of it. “I can tell you’re getting close.”
“I’m just about there.”
“Do you want to come in my mouth?”
“Oh god, yes.”
I giggled and flicked my tongue on him. “Are you going to fill my mouth with your sweet cum?”
He was breathing harder, and only replied with a long, “Uhhhhhhhh.”
I slid my mouth over him, taking his swollen cockhead into me and sucking hard. At the same time, I rapidly flicked my tongue over the front. His reaction was immediate. His groans increased in pitch, and his hips lifted slightly as his hands gripped my hair tighter.
I continued my assault, driving him closer to the edge with each passing second, listening to his cries increase in intensity. Then he was silent, just for split second, and his muscles locked as he teetered on the precipice.
His head swelled in my mouth, and the base of his cock pulsed powerfully under my hand. A split-second later the first hot squirt of his seed jetted onto my tongue, as he loudly roared out his pleasure towards the ceiling. I felt like I was riding a bucking bronco as I held onto his cock, keeping it in my mouth as his body thrashed and convulsed.