Page 51 of My Brother’s Best Friend

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck, you’re so good at that.”

I wasn’t sure I really was, but I was too turned on at this point to be anxious, and before I knew it, I was following his commands for a second finger, and then a third, pumping, twisting, and making him writhe.

“God,” he breathed. “Oh, God, okay, stop, stop, stop.”

I pulled away instantly, sliding my fingers out. He must have seen the panic on my face, because he reached up and patted my cheek.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just very close to coming.”

“That’s kind of the idea, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” He grinned. “But I don’t want to do that until your cock is inside me.”

Jordan tore the condom open, then unrolled it down my length. I tried not to shudder in pleasure. I didn’t want to come just yet either.

So I bit my tongue as Jordan slicked my cock with more lube, thinking about climate change, about that awful hardware store encounter with the melon lady, about Levi finding out I was about to fuck his little brother—anything that might put a damper on things.

Jordan smiled up at me. “Since it’s your first time, it might be easier with me on my stomach. Gives you easy access. Plus, my ass is cute.”

He wasn’t wrong, but… “Do we have to?”

“Well, no.” He looked at me quizzically. “Why, did you want to do something else?”

“I kind of wanted to see your face,” I said, wondering if that sounded overly saccharine. Maybe so, but it was better than explaining that I wanted to make sure I wasn’t hurting him, wanted to know he wasn’t grimacing when I couldn’t see.

But Jordan didn’t seem bothered by any of that. If anything, he flushed. It was a nice change of pace, me turning his cheeks pink for once.

“Oh,” he said, biting his lower lip but failing to contain his smile. “Yeah, that works too.”

That, I thought. I want to see that face again. I want to make him smile like that every day.

He spread his legs apart and pulled his knees back as I slid in front of him. Fuck, his hole looked inviting. So tight, even after all the work my fingers had done.

“You won’t hurt me,” he said, reading my mind. “I promise.”

“Okay.” I brought the tip of my cock to his entrance.

He nodded. “Okay.”

I took a deep breath and pressed in. I meant to ease my way into him, but I slid in faster than I expected, sheathing myself to the hilt in one go. Jordan’s eyes went wide, and my stomach flipped over again, but then he smiled.

“God, you’re big.” He grinned. “Not too big. That’s not a complaint. Just…fuck. It’s been a while.”

“Still okay though?” I asked.

“Still okay.” He stroked my cheek, his eyes fluttering shut as he breathed. “Fuck. More than okay. Way more.”

He opened his eyes and did something with his hips, somehow drawing my cock deeper before releasing, and for the first time, I let myself really feel him. Feel what it was like to be inside him. Feel the heat, the constriction, the smoothness and glide. He was slick and soft and incredible—but that was only the physical part.

There was something deeper, too. Something coming from the center of my chest, the very core of me. The part of myself I’d tried to ignore all my life.

Moving in Jordan, moving with Jordan, I wasn’t trapped inside my own body anymore. I was part of him, and through him, I was part of everything. Connected to the whole world. In that transcendence, for the first time, I felt at peace in my own skin. Through Jordan, I was set free.

We moved together, pushing and pulling. Sweating, gasping, panting as one. My hands found his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts as his fingers dug into my back. He beckoned me deeper, urging me for more. I stopped worrying about hurting him, stopped holding back. Let my body merge with his as our lips found each other in the dark.

“Cam. Oh, fuck, Cam.”

My name in his mouth was the sweetest sound, and I knew then that I’d found what I wanted to live the rest of my life for. Or rather, who.