It's A Brother Thing

Chapter 6: A First

Simon's POV

Jake's gorgeous blue eyes widen as I take his tip into my mouth. My heart pounds with fear. I hope I'm not bad at this. I just want to make Jakey feel good. He makes me feel so good and happy all the time. I want to return the favor.

"Simon," he chokes out, making my heart flutter with pride. "Fuck."

Jakob never swears in front of me. But it would seem that little rule of his goes out the window when I'm pleasing him.

I breathe in deeply through my nose and relax my throat, just how it said online, and go all the way down. It also said that if you start gagging, hum, and you'll be fine.

My nose hits his lower stomach, his body arches off the bed, and his hands wind deeply in my hair. "Holy fucking shit."

My eyes water as I come back up and go only halfway down this time. The article I read said that by alternating how deep you go, you keep him on his toes and boys like that. It also said to frequently revisit the tip and give it a few flicks of the tongue to really drive him wild.

So I do.

"S-Simon," he moans in a hot, raspy voice. My body automatically wants to respond to his voice and listen to him, but I remind myself to keep sucking.

I make sure to pump him whenever I don't go all the way down, and always use my tongue.

As I go all the way down again, his hands tighten in my hair and his hips thrust forwards. I choke a little, just as he releases down my throat, gasping out my name again in the sexiest way.

Inside I do a victory dance. I was scared I wouldn't be able to go down on him because he's huge, but I did it! He releases my hair but I stay down and breathe through my nose until he finishes.

I'm surprised, but not really, at how good he tasted. I've heard good and bad things about the taste. Most people say it just depends on who you're blowing. Jakob tasted sweet with a hint of something saltier. I loved it.

Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I see that he's done and slowly come back up, taking his base in my hand, I do one last lick of the underside of his throbbing member, all the way back up to the tip. He watches me please him, through cloudy, half opened eyes.

Jakob is so beautiful with his killer smile and strong bone structure and soft brown hair. I'm so blessed to have won his heart.

I sit up, gently stroking him still as I wait for him to say something. I'm not sure if I did good or bad, based on his silence.

Finally he moves so his back is against the headboard and opens his arms. Oh my, that's my favorite gesture of his.

It means "come here right now," and I love it more than anything. I eagerly crawl onto his lap, realizing how hard I am when I'm finally situated. He wraps those big strong arms around me and I feel okay.

"That..." he starts. Uh oh, maybe he didn't like it.

"Was the absolute best head I have ever received. I'm... I'm..actually speechless."

My heart warms a thousand degrees and I hide my smile in the crook of his neck. I love being right here. He smells so good, and I can feel his pulse, and it's warm. "Really?" I murmur against his skin.

Just like always, he shivers. I love making him shiver like that. He can't help it, it's his body responding solely off mine.

He grabs my chin and forces me to look into his stunning blue eyes. "Yes. It's hard to believe that was your first time, but I know it was."

I smile. I feel so happy knowing that I gave him pleasure like no one else ever has. It makes me sad to know that I'm not his first too, like he is mine, but I still love him. And at least he's mine now. Well, I think he is.

He hasn't said we're official or anything yet, but I desperately want him to. I love him so much. I just want to know that's he completely mine and no one else's. I want to know that I'm the only one on his mind. The only one he's kissing.

I sigh, and fan my fingers out against his chest. He so muscular and strong, I just love touching his body whenever I can.

"Was it okay for you, baby?" He asks, running his fingers through my hair. "I didn't mean to hurt you towards the end-"

I stop him from saying another word by kissing his lips. "My throat is sore now, but no, you didn't hurt me during it."

He looks starstruck as he gazes at my face. Like maybe I really do mean the world to him or something. He tells me all the time that I mean everything to him, but it's hard to believe that I'm capable of making someone that happy.

He kisses me a few more times. I'm starting to get the hang of his rhythm and flow of kissing. Each person is different, and that, I do know from experience.

Unfortunately, not any good experiences.

With Jakey as the exception.

His kisses make me feel light headed and floaty, and like I'm in some sort of dream world.

Our tongues mesh together; the sensation makes my insides flip and dance around, and little electric tingles assault my nerves.

When we break apart, I can't help but close my eyes and rest my head against his heart. Like I said, his kisses make me lightheaded.

"I love you Simon."

"I love you Jakey," I rub his chest like always. It seriously comforts me so much.

I wiggle a bit, trying to get comfy but I'm still sporting a painful hard on. Jake notices right away.

"My turn," he whispers in my ear and suddenly, he flips me onto my hands and knees.

My heart pounds from the unexpected change in position and I look at him over my shoulder. His eyes are glued to my ass, the one feature of mine that I don't even have to question if it drives him crazy. I know it does.

Smiling secretively, I arch my back and admire the low growl deep in his throat.

"Oh Simon. You don't know how long I've waited for this," he breathes, kissing my left cheek through my shorts. My face turns bright red. Wow. Why does this have to be so embarrassing?

I bite my lip and look away as he slowly pulls my shorts down to my knees. His breath hitches. "Sweet Jesus."

His hand comes down hard across my ass, making me yelp, and the sound echos around his room. I feel myself get harder, unexpectedly. I didn't know I would be turned on by that. Maybe not the action, but his authority.

My poor butt stings where he smacked it, but as he lays a wet kiss there and blows cold air against it, the sting swirls into pleasure.

"J-Jake," I stutter, shifting my weight from palm to palm in nerves. He squeezes my other cheek.

"Yes baby?"

I bite my lip, unsure if I'm supposed to ask, and decide there's no harm. "W-what are you going to do?"

I don't care what his answer is. If he said he was going to pull out a paddle and beat me with it, I'd let him. I want him to have his way with me however he so desires. I just want to do anything to make him happy.

He hums huskily, deep in his throat. "More like, what wont I do?"

I suck in a deep breath of awe at his reply and that's when he begins ravishing my body.