My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan Was Supposed to Be Straight
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Chapter 3: Take Your Time With Me
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Take Your Time With Me - When I agreed to a chill weekend at my best friend's place, I didn’t expect his older brother Dylan to be back—or to look like that. I should’ve looked away. I didn’t.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Ma Teenagers Consensual Romantic Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Western Brother DomSub MaleDom Spanking White Male White Couple Anal Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Size Nudism Slow
The next day felt different.
Paris was overcast. Soft light spilled across the Seine. I hadn’t replied to Dylan’s texts. Not the 11 pings from the gym. Not the “fuck, Spaghetti Noodle. i’m hard thinking about your throat.” Not the picture of his cock bulging in compression pants.
I let them sit there, unopened.
Because tonight, I was walking to Elliot’s studio, the hot french guy I met a few days ago.
His message from earlier echoed in my head: Elliot: “Come by at 7. I’ll have wine. And maybe something to taste;)...”
My heart was pounding before I even buzzed up.
The studio was warm and shadowy. A converted attic with sloped ceilings, vintage rugs, and huge, industrial windows that looked out over Montmartre. It smelled like paint and spices. He met me at the door in a black button-down and barefoot.
He took my coat, kissed both cheeks ... French styleand handed me a glass of red wine. Then he studied me like I was something beautiful. “You clean up very well,” he murmured, eyes lingering at my mouth.
I took a sip, flushed. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Elliot’s door opened and for a second I forgot what I was doing in Paris.
He stood there barefoot, wearing a soft black shirt with the top few buttons undone, collarbones showing. His hair was messy, like he’d been painting or pacing. And when he looked at me, he didn’t smirk, didn’t wink, he took me in with this slow, low-lidded hunger like he’d been thinking about me all day.
“Bonsoir,” he said, voice like velvet. “You came.”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I murmured.
He didn’t speak. Just stepped closer and kissed me, soft and slow, tasting like wine and something darker. I melted into him instantly, my hand catching his jaw, fingers brushing through his hair as his mouth moved with mine. He kissed like he photographed his models ... intentional, unhurried, intimate. Tongue just barely teasing, lips pressing harder, breathing me in. His hands slid under my coat and tugged it down my arms. I was already dizzy, hard, needy in a way I hadn’t been in days.
He walked me back until I hit the wall. His thigh pressed between mine. Our hips brushed. We didn’t rush. We just kissed like we had all the time in the world to devour each other. “You smell so good,” he whispered, nose at my neck. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
He undid the button on my jeans, slow. Eyes locked on mine. I watched his knees bend. He sank in front of me, kissing my lower stomach, then the inside of my thigh ... mouth open, breath hot, teasing, dragging his lips along my skin like he was starving. I gasped when his tongue flicked just above the base of my cock. My hands hit his shoulders, gripping, steadying myself.
He looked up. “ Let me taste you, ma chérie (my darling)...”
He took my cock into his mouth slowly, like he was savoring a dessert, like he loved this. His lips wrapped around my shaft as his tongue swirled, soft and wet and perfect. He moaned softly when my dick hit the back of his throat deep, not from discomfort, like he liked it, like it turned him on. His hands stroked my thighs, my hips. He let me rest one hand in his curls as his mouth moved gently up and down, sliding down my cock with just the right pressure, then pulling back to kiss and lick the tip, dragging his tongue over the slit like he was tasting honey.
“Fuck, Elliot...”
He hummed around me, eyes locked on mine.
“C’est bon?” he asked, voice breathy. (Is that good?)
I couldn’t speak. Just nodded. My knees were shaking.
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