Owned by my Stepbrother:The Dom I never wanted

No Filter

My breath caught the second those words left José's mouth.

"I want to f**k you? Can I?"

I felt myself get even harder. The question was so direct it made my face burn hot. I turned my head away, staring at the couch cushion instead of his eyes.

"How can you be so straightforward?" I muttered. "You just say things like that without any filter."

José let out a low, soft laugh. He leaned closer, his voice quieter this time.

"Okay… let me be a bit milder then." He brushed his thumb slowly over my lower lip. "Can I get inside you?"

I punched his chest lightly with my fist. It wasn't hard, more like a weak protest.

"That's even worse," I said, my voice small.

José didn't pull away. Instead, he kissed me again, slower this time, deeper. His lips moved against mine with care, then with more hunger. When he finally broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine. Our noses almost touched.

"What's your answer, Patrick?"

I closed my eyes for a second. My heart was beating so fast it almost hurt. I couldn't lie to him, not when my body was already reacting so strongly. I wanted him, but I was still scared.

"I can't pretend I don't want to," I admitted quietly. "But… I'm not ready. Not yet."

José was silent for a moment. Then he leaned in until his lips were near my ear. His warm breath made me shiver.

"Then can I lick you there instead?" he whispered. "I want to taste you."

I froze. My eyes opened wide.

"Lick… where?" I asked, even though I already knew. I just needed to hear him say it out loud.

José pulled back just enough to look at me. A small smirk appeared on his lips.

"You know where I mean, Patrick. Your hole."

My whole face felt like it was on fire. I wanted to disappear into the floor. He really had no filter at all. I looked away again, too shy to meet his eyes.

José's hand came up and gently turned my face back toward him. His expression was serious now, but still hungry.

"So?" he asked softly. "Can I?"

I swallowed hard. My c**k was painfully hard inside my shorts. The idea of him doing that made me both nervous and extremely turned on at the same time.

"Okay," I whispered. "But… you have to promise me something. Promise you won't lose control and… f**k me. Not tonight."

José's eyes darkened, but he nodded slowly.

"I promise," he said. "I won't. Not until you say yes."

Before I could say anything else, he kissed me hard again. This kiss was different — deeper, hungrier. His tongue slid against mine as his hands moved down to my waist. He broke the kiss only to pull my shirt the rest of the way off. Then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and boxers.

He pulled them down in one smooth motion. Cool air hit my skin. I felt exposed and nervous, but when José looked down at my hard c**k, he smirked.

"Look at you," he murmured, glancing up at my face. "So hard for me already."

I didn't get the chance to reply. He lowered his head and took me into his mouth.

Warm, wet and tight.

A loud moan escaped my throat before I could stop it. My fingers curled tightly into the couch cushions. José sucked me slowly at first, then deeper, using his tongue in ways that made my thighs tremble. He licked around the head, then took me further, bobbing his head with steady rhythm. I could feel every movement of his tongue and the soft suction of his lips. It was too good. My hips twitched upward without meaning to.

After a while, he pulled off with a wet sound. A thin string of spit connected his lips to my c**k for a second. Before I could catch my breath, he lifted my legs and pushed them back toward my chest, opening me up completely. I felt so vulnerable I almost closed my legs, but José held them firmly in place.

Then I felt his tongue.

He licked a slow, wet stripe right over my hole. The sensation was so intense that a broken moan tore out of me. José didn't stop. He licked me again and again, circling the tight ring of muscle with the flat of his tongue. He pressed harder, tasting me thoroughly. When he finally pushed the tip of his tongue inside, my whole body jerked hard.

"Ah..José…" moving my head to the side.

The pleasure was overwhelming. My eyes started to sting. I curled my toes tightly and gripped his hair with one hand, not sure if I wanted to pull him closer or push him away. He ate me like he was starving, wet, deep, and relentless. His tongue pushed in and out, then swirled around the outside, then pushed in again. Every time his tongue went deeper, another moan spilled from my mouth, louder and needier. My legs shook in his hold.

I could hear him breathing hard too. From the corner of my eye, I saw that he had one hand between his own legs, stroking himself while he licked me. He was just as hard as I was.

"José… I— I can't…" My voice was shaking badly. "I'm gonna come..."

"Me too," he said against my skin, his voice rough and low.

He wrapped his hand around my c**k and started stroking me in the same rhythm as his tongue. The double sensation was too much. My back arched off the couch as the pleasure crashed over me all at once. I came hard, screaming his name, my whole body trembling and shaking. Hot c*m spilled over his fingers and onto my stomach.

José licked me through it until I was twitching from sensitivity. Then he pulled back. He rose up on his knees, stroking himself faster while looking down at me. His eyes were dark and focused on the place where his tongue had just been.

"Patrick… you drive me crazy," he whispered.

He angled his c**k toward my entrance. The thick head brushed against my wet, sensitive hole as he stroked himself. A few seconds later, he groaned deeply and came. Hot ropes of c*m spilled onto my entrance and the skin around it. I could feel the warmth of it dripping there.

José didn't move away immediately. He rubbed the head of his c**k slowly against my hole, smearing his c*m over me in slow circles. Then he leaned down until his lips were at my ear again.

"Next time," he whispered, "I'm going to get inside you… and c*m in you."

My face burned all over again. I was still trying to catch my breath.

"…You're impossible," I managed to say, my voice hoarse.

José let out a soft, breathless laugh. Then he kissed me deeply, slow and thorough, like he was sealing everything that had just happened.. Instead of pulling away, I kissed him back, my hands resting weakly on his shoulders.

When the kiss finally ended, we stayed close, foreheads touching, both of us still breathing hard in the quiet living room.