It started with a bet. One stupid little game of pool and suddenly I owed my cousin Jared a backrub. He said it like a joke, like he didn’t expect me to actually do it—but when I followed him to the couch and saw him sprawl back in just his gym shorts, shirt peeled off, arms behind his head, I knew I was fucked.
Literally? Maybe not yet. Mentally? Yeah—I was already on my knees, even if he hadn’t told me to drop yet.
Jared had always been the one. That cousin. Too hot for his own good, covered in tattoos and cocky smirks, the kind of guy you’re not supposed to look at that way. But I always had. From the first time I caught him walking out of the shower with a towel low on his hips, to the nights we’d sleep in the same bed and I’d pretend not to notice the heat of his body just inches away from mine.
Now, though? I wasn’t pretending.
He leaned back deeper into the couch, thick arms folded behind his head, exposing the hairy forest of his armpits. My hands hovered just above his shoulders, trembling a little.
“You gonna rub me down or just stare at me all night, pup?” he said with a lazy grin, like he knew.
That word. Pup. I swallowed hard, throat dry. He never called me that before. But I didn’t correct him. My hands moved, finally, touching the thick cords of muscle along his traps, the tension in his neck.
He groaned—low, guttural. The sound went straight to my cock. I felt it throb in my sweats, already leaking.
“You’re tense,” I whispered.
“No shit. Been waiting all day for this,” he said. “You’ve got good hands. Better than I thought.”
I kept massaging, fingers kneading deeper, slower. The sweat on his skin was still fresh—he hadn’t showered after the gym. Didn’t even wipe down. Just stripped and flopped. His scent was thick in the air, salty, musky, with that deep undercurrent of alpha male comfort. I breathed it in like I needed it to live.
“Lift your arm,” I murmured before I could stop myself.
He smirked, but didn’t argue—just raised his arm high, bicep bulging, pit wide and hairy. My hands stayed on his chest, but my face was suddenly closer than I meant it to be. His scent was right there, like it had reached out and grabbed the back of my neck.
“Don’t be shy,” he said, eyes still half-lidded, but watching me. “You want a taste? Go on.”
I hesitated for half a breath. That was all he gave me.
His other hand came down hard, gripping the back of my neck and shoving my face deep into his pit. My lips parted in a gasp and all I could do was breathe him in, mouth pressed to soaked skin, hot and salty and so fucking real.
“You are a little pup,” he murmured, holding me there. “Didn’t know you had it in you. Guess it’s true what they say about family keeping secrets.”
I moaned. Couldn’t help it. My tongue darted out before I could stop myself, tasting the sweat straight from his skin. He laughed—a dark, low sound full of filthy pride.
“You’re hard, aren’t you?” he asked.
I nodded against him, still buried in his pit, my hips grinding slow against the couch cushion. I couldn’t speak. Didn’t want to.
“You gonna hump my couch like a bitch in heat while you lick your cousin’s sweat?” he asked.
God help me—I nodded again.
“Good,” he said. “Then don’t stop. Because I’m not done with you yet. And if you make a mess, you’re licking that up too.”
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