Page 46 of My Brother’s Best Friend

“It just doesn’t make sense. You could have anyone.”

“Maybe. But I want you.” He stared at me. “Do you really not believe me?”

“I’m trying to,” I said weakly. “I just can’t quite wrap my head around it.”

He cocked his head to the side. “You know what? There’s a simple fix for that.”

Before I could even ask what he meant, he was pulling me to the bathroom stalls.

“Wait, what are you—”

“Inside,” Jordan said, pushing me into the stall he’d vacated minutes before. “Pants down.”

“But we’re—”

“Pants. Down.” He grinned. “Unless you want my help with that part?”

I stared at him, feeling lightheaded, until he slipped into the stall next door. When I looked over at the hole, his hand was sticking through it, making a crooking motion.

“Jordan, we’re in public.”

“So?” His voice was slightly muffled by the wall, but I could still hear the amusement in it. “You were willing to do this before you knew it was me. So what’s changed now?”

“Now, I care if we get caught, and you get arrested for public indecency because of me.”

“If I get arrested for public indecency, it’ll be because of my actions. Which I am undertaking of my own volition. So unless you’ve changed your mind because you don’t want to get caught, why don’t you let me wrap my mouth around your dick, and see if that helps your head?”

God help me, that sentence sent a bolt of electricity straight to my cock. None of this made any sense, but was I really going to say no? Slowly, I locked the door, unzipped, and pulled my pants and boxers down. I took a deep breath and pushed my cock through the hole.

“Holy shit,” Jordan breathed. “You’re even better looking than your picture.”

I wondered if he really meant that, and opened my mouth to tell him he didn’t have to flatter me, but before I could, he brought his hand to the base of my cock, and my protest turned into a whimper of pleasure. Just the warmth of his skin on mine was enough to make my knees shake.

His tongue circled the tip of my cock, so slowly it was excruciating, before he slid his lips around the head. In spite of myself, I moaned. It felt so, so much better than my own hand. I wondered, briefly, if it would feel this good with anyone, or if it was because I knew it was Jordan on the other side of the wall. But I knew the answer.

It was all him. Anyone could make me feel physically good, but only Jordan could unlock this part of me, the part that was thrilled and terrified, falling and flying at the same time. Only Jordan made me feel like risking everything for him.

He hummed around my cock, almost like he was encouraging me. I could just picture him on the other side of the wall, on his knees, those sweet lips spread around my—oh, fuck, no. I needed to stop picturing that, actually, or I was going to come way too fast.

What was I doing, getting so turned on by Jordan anyway? He was Levi’s little brother. I was seven years older than he was. Wasn’t that kind of fucked up?

This was wrong, somehow. I was sure of it. Something that felt this good didn’t come without a price. Things this perfect didn’t happen to me.

I should have pulled back, should have put a stop to it before it was too late, but Jordan’s lips and tongue and quick, clever fingers were too much for me, and before I knew it, I was on the edge.

“Fuck,” I groaned, and he rewarded me by humming around my cock again. He set a steady, driving rhythm, and my whole body beat in time with it.

“Fuck, Jordan, I’m gonna come,” I said, panic rising in me. “Oh, fuck, it’s too good. It’s too—fuck, Jordan, I’m—I’m—”

Before I could even finish my sentence, I was coming, releasing into his mouth. And instead of pulling away, instead of sputtering and yelling that I should have warned him, Jordan kept on sucking, his tongue caressing the underside of my cock, then wrapping around the head like he was trying to coax every last drop out of me.

Somehow, it was even dirtier not being able to see him, having to imagine everything. And the mental picture of him on his knees, drinking down my cum? My body tried its best for a second orgasm on the spot.

Finally, he pulled off, and I slumped against the wall. I was breathing hard and fast. He knocked on the door a moment later, and I fumbled with the latch, letting him in. Before I could even step back, he pulled me in for a kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue.

“I’m sorry,” I said, pushing him back. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—” I broke off, not quite able to articulate the shame I felt.

“To come?” Jordan said, a smile playing on the corners of his lips.