Page 31 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

Noah nodded and watched as Brody disappeared down the hallway. Alone, the pent-up need and anticipation made him antsy. He almost wanted to jump around the room to burn some of it off but stayed on the couch—a bundle of nerves. Grabbing the beer, he took another sip and willed himself to calm down. He cringed at the taste, not understanding why people liked the crap.

Brody reappeared not long after he’d put the bottle down. He paused before Noah and then placed a large butt plug, an equally large bottle of lube, a pair of latex gloves, and a few condom wrappers on the glass coffee table. Brody was observant. The man watched him intently, as if he was getting off on Noah’s excitement. Sensing that only heightened his anticipation. The fine hairs at the base of his neck lifted as the man watched him in silence.

Yet that silence was deafening.

They were encapsulated in this moment of time. The air thinned around him, and Noah struggled to breathe. His bottom clenched at the thought of that fat plug sliding into him—stretching him open wide. Noah’s breathing quickened, and he lifted his gaze to Brody’s, unable to verbalize the thoughts racing around his already frenzied brain.

“Too big?”

The plugwasrather large, but likely no bigger than Noah’s fist. “I don’t know,” Noah said, the last word more squeak than anything.

“It’s a little on the big side… but if you can almost take my hand,” Brody lifted the plug and hefted in his palm. “Perhaps, you can manage this.”

He focused on Noah, desire burning in the depths. A shiver raced up Noah’s spine as he saw the anticipation and excitement written over Brody’s face.

It was hard to breathe.

It was hard to think, especially with his cock rock hard and pounding a tempo.

Noah wanted… to sense the pleasure… to ride the pain… with Brody urging him on. He wasn’t sure what was more exciting: to feel the plug stretching him wide or Brody watching him getting off on it.

He swallowed—or at least tried to—and averted his gaze.

Brody leaned back. “If I overstepped… You seemed excited when I made the attempt earlier. Maybe I misread you.”

Noah opened his mouth to speak. No words came out. For years, he’d played with himself… stretching his hole until he’d been able to put most of own hand inside. Hands and fingers were all he could use without potentially endangering himself. His hands were smaller than Brody’s… and probably a little smaller than the plug.

He’d seen toys like it while sneaking porn on his laptop—which he’d miraculously never gotten caught at—and always wished he could have some of his own.

“No…”

Brody’s smile paled. “I’m sorry. I assumed you were into it.”

“No… no, I mean, yes… god, yes.”

Brody’s gaze slammed into his again. Confusion etched in his frown, he searched Noah’s face a moment before asking, “Have you been fisted before?” Brody lifted his hands. “I mean, by someone without mitts as big as mine?”

Noah nodded vigorously, eyeing those big, sexy hands. “Not with someone else… Just me.” It was only a little white lie, right? He couldalmostget his whole hand there… and it feltsooodamned good when he tried it.

HewantedBrody to try… and also didn’t want to appear like some inexperienced kid.

Yet there was apprehension filling him.

Noah didn’t truly know this man…

The logical side of his mind screaming to stop things warred with his blatant need. How many times had he fantasized about a moment like this?

Brody’s lips quirked as he knelt before Noah. “You’re in charge… if it’s too much, you say the word and I stop. I only want you to feel good, okay, baby?”

I’m in charge…

Noah nodded, barely cognizant of the endearment spoken. His sex-addled brain didn’t register the word, but somewhere, deep inside, he heard it. “Yeah,daddy.”

Brody’s lids lowered. His lips parted on an outward puff of air. His palms slid up Noah’s thighs and then back down to his knees. “I’m gonna take care of you, baby…. Ipromise.”

Tingles scattered across his fevered skin. He struggled for air.

Brody moved back, hands sliding off Noah. Immediately bereft from the loss of his daddy’s heated touch, he groaned under his breath.

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