Naughty November

Chapter 6

SIX

KIERAN

Iggy sat on the edge of the bed, his legs clamped tightly together and his hands pressed to his lap. He hadn’t heard me enter the bedroom, which gave me the chance to observe him and all his nervous ticks. He tugged at his silk robe, fiddled with a lock of his hair, and pulled on his ear.

Earlier, I’d downed a glass of wine to ease the knots in my stomach, but his anxiety strangely calmed me. I was the expert. He was relying on me to make the experience good for him. I’d refused him anyone else but me, so I had to deliver.

I had to ruin Iggy for other men. This was my one shot not just to taste the forbidden fruit but also to convince him—and me—that we made sense.

Iggy raised his head, and our gazes clashed. He was so beautiful, with his delicate bones dipped in golden brown. His eyes skittered away from me, and his spine couldn’t be any straighter.

I have to find a way to relax him.

The cameras sat on tripods, ready to record the first of what I’d decided to turn into a miniseries titled “Training My Virgin Stepbrother to Take My Giant Cock.” The name was corny, but it was the sort of thing those who watched adult films would go for. Search engines would easily be able to catalog the title.

“Iggy.” I slowly approached him, forcing him to look at me.

“Y-yes?”

“How many countries are in the European Union?”

Iggy’s transformation was instant. His face scrunched up into a scowl. “You can do better than that.”

“Or is it that you don’t know the answer?” I teased.

“Now you’re insulting a trivia aficionado.”

“You still haven’t given me an answer.”

“Twenty-seven.”

I smiled. My plan worked. He was too focused on the trivia to be nervous about our first night. I’d given him two days to think about it and back out if he wanted. His time was up.

“Who invented the World Wide Web?” I took his hand and pulled him to his feet.

“Another easy one. Tim Berners-Lee. These are questions for beginners.”

“What’s the world’s largest flower?”

“Hmm.” He cocked his head. “That’s a good one. I know it’s called corpse flower.”

“The scientific name.”

“Touché. It’s Rafflesia arnoldii.”

I cupped his chin and placed my mouth on his. Iggy parted his lips, allowing me entry so I could taste the mintiness of his tongue. He was still for a moment but then responded, molding his lips to mine. He closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. The tension that had been in the room moments ago dissipated.

“Which animal has the longest gestation period?” I whispered against his mouth.

“The elephant.” He brushed his lips over mine. “Twenty-two months.”

I traced my thumb along his lower lip, and a shiver ran through me. “How do you feel? Are you sure you?—”

Iggy twined his arms around my neck and kissed me hard, rubbing his body against mine. With a groan, I grabbed him by the back of his thighs and lifted him. He latched his legs around my waist. His frame fit against me as if he were made for me. The little moans, the whimpers, the way he fisted his hands into my hair sent my heart racing.

The bed behind us beckoned me. It would be so easy to lay him down on the mattress and do the bare minimum to prep him. It would be so easy to fold his legs back and enter his body. It would be so easy to lose myself in his body and come undone.

But I couldn’t.

I tore my lips away from his. “We’re moving too fast.”

“I doubt it. My body’s all hot, Kieran.”

“And this is just the beginning.”

I marched with Iggy in my arms to the en suite bathroom. The soft, flickering glow of candlelight bathed the room in a warm, golden hue, casting dancing shadows on the walls. I’d placed candles everywhere: clustered around the edges of the deep, clawfoot bathtub, arranged atop the marble sink, and lined up on the floating shelves. The air was pregnant with the subtle, intoxicating scent of vanilla and lavender.

A delicate layer of rose petals floated gently on the steaming water. Plush, fluffy towels in a rich burgundy were neatly folded on a nearby stool.

“Wow.” Iggy craned his neck and looked around. “You did this for me?”

I let him slide down my body to the floor. “Yes.”

“But I don’t see the camera.”

“Because these are moments I don’t wish to capture on camera. Moments that are just for us.”

“Oh.”

“Do you know why we’re here, Iggy?”

He lowered his gaze. “You’ll prep me?”

“Exactly.”

He’d volunteered to do it, but I’d declined the offer. He’d entrusted me with his body.

I peeled off my clothes, and my erection sprang free.

“Jesus Christ.”

I chuckled. “What? ”

“You’re huge.”

“I know. Are you scared?”

“A—a little.”

“Don’t be. I won’t hurt you. Ever.”

Iggy stared at me, then slowly nodded. I loosened the tie of his robe and pushed apart the silk fabric, which pooled to his feet. He was naked beneath. And more perfect than I could have imagined. How had I never seen him naked when we’d been living together for more than a year? Not even accidentally. But I didn’t mind. This was much better, seeing him for the first time under the candlelight. Unlike me, with my hard, muscular frame, he was thinner, leaner, and utterly beautiful.

“Kee…”

I licked my lips. “Hmm?”

“Do you like what you see?”

What’s not to like?

“Very much.”

I placed my hands reverently on his angular hips and kissed him. I loved kissing him. The experience of him holding his breath for as long as possible before the excited little puffs hit my face would forever live in my mind. And the way he swayed and clutched my arms as if he were going to topple over without holding on to me.

I loved being his anchor.

Releasing him was torture, but I forced myself to. I told him to empty his bladder while I placed a towel on the floor and fixed the enema solution. He leaned against the sink, chewing on his lip.

“When was the first New Year’s ball drop in Times Square?” I asked.

“Huh?”

“Answer the question, Iggy.”

“Umm, 1907.”

“On your knees for me, baby.”

The endearment slipped out, and I bit my cheeks. Luckily, Iggy seemed more preoccupied with the enema than what I was saying. He got down on his knees with his ass in the air.

“Is it going to hurt? ”

“You’ll feel a little discomfort but nothing you can’t handle. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Damn, so it’s a thing I say now?

“Okay. I trust you.”

“Good boy.”

I administered the enema and squeezed, filling him with the solution. He squirmed, so I rubbed his back gently. “You’re doing so good, Iggy. I’m going to remove the nozzle, and I want you to hold it in.”

He clenched his asshole like the good boy he was. I continued my trivia questions to distract him. He emptied, and I flushed him out again before I was satisfied. When we were done, I put away everything, washed my hands, and guided him to the heated tub. I sat with him between my legs.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, that wasn’t so bad. What’s next?”

“We’ll wait a bit, and then I’ll take you to the bathroom, and we can start there.”

“Okay. Kee?”

“Hmm?”

I rubbed his chest, playing with his nipples.

“Tell me something about you I don’t know.”

“I ate tacos for lunch today?”

Iggy giggled, and I smiled. He was relaxed. Good. “Not like that. Something meaningful.”

“All right. Let me think.” I placed little kisses on his neck and shoulders. “You know how I told you everything was okay when Dad first kicked me out?”

“Yeah?”

“It wasn’t. I was unhoused for a while, slept in my car a few times. Honestly, there was a time I was on the brink of sucking it up and crawling back.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because of you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, if you knew I’d failed, you wouldn’t be strong enough to leave when you could. ”

“Oh, Kee. You always think of me.” Iggy straddled my lap and wound his arms around my neck. He placed his lips on mine, moaning into my mouth. I cupped his ass, hauling him up to sit on my hard-on. The pressure felt good, especially the way he ground into it.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he whimpered.

Neither could I.

In record time, I got us into the bedroom. We were both still wet when I lowered him onto the bed and turned on the video recorder. I joined Iggy and lay on top of him. He spread his legs, making a place meant for me. My heart was so full my eyes pricked with tears.

I’ll make this one of the best nights of his life.

I kissed my way down Iggy’s body, covering him in love bites. Each time I sank my teeth into his flesh, he shivered. He panted beneath me, grinding his hips, clutching the sheets, begging.

“Please. Kee, please.”

I took his beautiful cock into my mouth and sucked him down my throat with my face against his pubes. He cried out, his fingers clenching and unclenching around the satin sheets.

“Oh my god.”

He canted his hips, his head pressed back into the mattress, and pushed upward. I let him fuck my throat for a few seconds, then held his hips down and blew him at my pace. He was hard against my tongue, the bitter taste of his precum filling my mouth.

Fuck, was it normal for a man to leak so much precum? Or had he already come?

I released his cock and kissed down his taint. “I want you to spread for me, baby.”

He gave a pitiful moan but spread his legs wider. I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his hips. When he was angled just right, I blew against his hole.

“Kee, what are you doing?” he whispered.

“I told you. I’m going to work you up to taking my cock, starting with my tongue and fingers.” I spat on his hole and used my thumb to spread the saliva around. The tip of my thumb caught on his hole, and he gasped.

I gave him my tongue .

“Fuuck!” The word exploded out of Iggy.

That’s right, baby.

I covered his hole, licking and teasing his rim. His legs trembled on either side of my shoulders, so I delved deeper, pressing my tongue into the tight muscle. Lube made slipping my finger inside easier, and the heat around my digit was so intense I almost shot my load.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Iggy’s cries filled the room as I slowly got him used to me fingering him.

“Tell me how it feels, baby.”

He sobbed. “So good. Please don’t stop. I want…I need…”

I knew exactly what he needed. I sucked his cock back into my mouth and shoved my middle finger up against his prostate. Finger fucking his ass while sucking his cock was sinful. His cries swelled. His legs twitched. His stomach clenched.

Ropes of cum spurted into my mouth. I kept massaging his prostate, milking and swallowing every drop. He collapsed back against the mattress with a moan, but I didn’t stop. I kissed down his taint, back to his hole, and started all over again.