My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan Was Supposed to Be Straight
Copyright© 2025 by StoriesByTroy
Chapter 10: My Love, Is this okay?
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10: My Love, Is this okay? - 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.
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Elliot’s lips tasted like wine and sugar. His breath was warm against mine. I could feel the curve of his smile even while we kissed, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Like he’d been thinking about this too.
When we pulled apart, he stayed close. Forehead almost against mine.
“Mon cœur,” he whispered, the words like silk.
I closed my eyes, breathing him in. Drowning a little. Wanting more.
He brushed a hand over my cheek and stood. Slowly, he reached for my hand, his fingers gentle, curling around mine.
“Come here,” he murmured.
He led me toward the bed. The sheets were a pale gray, soft and inviting, rumpled just slightly from where he’d been sitting earlier. The windows spilled amber light across the room, and the air felt warmer, heavier. Like the space had changed, grown quieter, more charged.
We didn’t say anything. He kissed me again, standing at the edge of the bed. His hands slid beneath the hem of my shirt, palms warm against my skin, and I lifted my arms to let him pull it off. He smiled, like he liked what he saw, but didn’t feel the need to say it. His mouth was on my shoulder next, and then my collarbone, trailing kisses down the side of my neck that made me inhale sharply.
It was different.
Dylan kissed like he was trying to stake a claim. Elliot kissed like he was trying to show me something. Something soft. Something honest.
He eased me backward until my knees hit the bed. I sat. He followed, kissing me again, hands sliding over my thighs. His fingers dipped into the waistband of my jeans, tugging them down, slow, deliberate. I kicked them off without thinking. I was already hard. He glanced down and smiled again. Not smug. Just ... happy.
“Lie back,” he said softly.
I did.
He moved between my legs, kissing the inside of my thigh. His hands gripped the backs of my knees as he opened me up, mouth hovering.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the night you stayed,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.
“So have I,” I said, barely above a whisper.
He kissed the crease where my thigh met my hip, then licked a slow line across my shaft, up to the head. I groaned, biting my lip. His mouth was warm, careful, reverent. He didn’t rush. He sucked me slowly, stroking with one hand, the other still pressed gently against my hip for support.
I arched into it. My breath stuttered.
He kept going, taking my cock deeper into his mouth. Every movement purposeful. Every lick and hum like a slow unraveling.
“Baby, you taste so good”, Elliot moaned with my dick in his mouth.
When I moaned, he smiled against me. His hands were steady. He didn’t need to pin me down, he held me in place with attention alone. And then he pulled back, just enough to lift my legs, bending them gently. His mouth moved lower towards my ass.
“Can I?” he asked.
I nodded, already breathless.
He licked my hole once, slow and deep, and I gasped, hips twitching. His tongue was smooth, wet, exploring every inch of my butt. It wasn’t desperate or animal like Dylan had been. It was sensual. Focused. He moaned softly as he licked me open, like he enjoyed every second. Like he needed to taste me properly.
“My love,” he murmured, pausing, lips just hovering over me. “Can I please...?”
Before he could finish, I bit my lip and whispered, “Yes. Please.”
He kissed me once more, right there, before pulling away just long enough to reach into the drawer beside the bed. I heard the condom wrapper, the sound of slick fingers. I watched him roll it on his hard cock, his expression concentrated, tender. His cock was hard, curved, and thick, but the way he moved, like he wanted me to feel safe, feel everything ... kept me grounded.
He climbed over me slowly, kissing my chest, my neck, my mouth.
Then I felt him. The head of his cock, pressing, teasing around my hole.
He looked down at me, voice soft. “My love, is this okay?”
I nodded. “Yes. I want you.”
He pushed his cock in carefully. A slow, smooth stretch. My hands gripped his arms, my breath hitching as he filled me inch by inch.
“Are you feeling good?” he asked, voice tight.
“Mmhmm,” I breathed. “So good.”
He began to move. Long, deep strokes. His hips rolled with a rhythm that felt like music. Like waves. He kissed me again, his mouth never far from mine.
His fingers laced with mine. His forehead pressed to mine. “Can I go harder?” he asked, kissing my cheek, my temple, the corner of my mouth.
“Yes. Fuck me, Elliot. Fuck me harder”