Page 30 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

Heat filled Noah’s face.

Quiet filled in the space between them, that and a hunger like nothing Noah had ever experienced. It radiated off Brody…

“DoImake you nervous?” Brody asked him after a moment.

Noah chuckled. “A little.”

“It’s not like we haven’t already seen each other naked.”

“Well, you weren’t exactly naked. I was.”

Brody laughed. “True.” He had another sip of his beer before adding. “I’m quite interested in seeing you naked again.”

Noah squirmed in his seat, his cock already throbbing and tenting the towel. He was well past interested. And maybe a tiny bit sore, but that wasn’t going to stop him from getting a second helping of Brody. “Good.”

Brody leaned a little closer and tugged on the towel—not enough to pull it open. Noah turned his head and was captured in the man’s stare. He opened his mouth, a long sigh slipping past his lips. Hunger filled his belly.

He tugged again at the towel. This time it opened and slid off of Noah’s hard cock. It stood at attention and angled up toward his stomach. Glancing down, he saw it was red and eager, the head glistening with a small drop of pre-cum.

As he turned his attention back on Brody, the man lowered his head and laved the tip. Noah’s body melted back into the leather of the couch. He prayed for another lick and got his wish… again and again. Brody’s hand wrapped around the base before he suckled in earnest.

The man slid to the floor, never releasing his hold on Noah’s cock. When he peered up, his mouth full of cock, it nearly caused Noah to come then and there.

Brody released his cock with a pop before stroking the length a few times with a firm hand. “You like?”

“I do…” Noah murmured.

“What else do you like?”

Where the hell did he begin? He had a long list of things he wanted to try for the first time—hell, he could cross off a few of them simply from their fuck in the office earlier. “I don’t know… I like a lot of things.”

“You seemed to like your ass played with,” Brody said, his voice low like a whisper.

“I do,” Noah replied, excitement flooding his body. He’d never really had anyone to play with his ass—but himself.

Brody smiled. “You have a butt plug in that bag of yours?”

He’d risked everything with hiding the manties in his bedroom. More would’ve been impossible. “No… I’ve never used one.”

“Seriously?”

“If I was caught with it…” Noah trailed off, realizing he’d said too much.

“Ah,” Brody said, his smile fading. “Look—I usually like to play rough, but realizing you just came out of a fucked-up relationship, I don’t want to tread over the line and bring back any bad memories.” He paused, his stare washing over Noah. “I recognize you don’t want to talk about it, but I don’t know if he hurt you. You know… physically? I’m worried I might scare you off if I push too hard.”

“No, no…” Noah murmured. “It wasn’t like that.” Yeah, he’d been spanked when younger and had empty beer bottles thrown at him a few times over the years, but his father mostly screamed. His stepmother’s weapons of choice had been guilt and manipulation.

But then, that was his parents.

Not a boyfriend.

Guilt flooded him. His lie was weighing a little more heavily on his shoulders. Here Brody was worried about crossing a line that wasn’t really there. “You don’t have to worry. I’m okay. And a little rough sounds like fun.”

Relief seemed to flood Brody’s face. “Good.” He rose to his feet.

Disappointed, Noah frowned. “Are you going somewhere?”

Brody leaned down and pressed his lips to Noah’s. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

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