Page 35 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

But he could sense it… the attempt. Brody got four fingers inside him… and nearly the fifth before the pain became too much. He reached out and stilled Brody’s wrist, hissing in discomfort. “No… I’m not ready.” Noah cringed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Brody murmured. “I only want you to feel good.”

“Then fuck me again,” Noah whispered. “Fuck me hard.”

Brody peeled off the glove and reached for the last condom. “Your wish is my command.”

They fucked for what seemed like hours. In every position. On the couch. On the coffee table. On the floor. He wanted to see his daddy come again… and later that night, exhausted and well-satisfied, he got his wish.

Brody screamed out his name when he came over his stomach.

Only, itwasn’this name. Not at all. Noah cringed, hating the lie he’d told.

Hating that he couldn’t tell this incredible man the truth.

His daddy withdrew and disposed of the condom he’d filled. Then he curled up beside Noah and held him tight. Brody trailed gentle kisses over his shoulder and neck. “You good, baby?”

“Yeah, daddy,” he fibbed. The reason why he wasn’t good was all of his own doing. Their night together had been earth shattering… he only wished it could’ve been ‘Noah’ the man had cried when he came.

Noah rolled over in Brody’s embrace, the truth on the tip of his tongue. When he saw the satisfied grin on his daddy’s face, he realized he couldn’t take that away.

“We should get up and go to bed… but I don’t think I’ve got any juice left for that,” Brody whispered.

“Me either,” Noah agreed, cuddling closer and yawning.

Thank heavens the exhaustion claimed him because the guilt hadn’t planned to let him sleep.

6

Brody awoke sometime in the early morning, a heavy weight against him. Memories of the night before assailed him, and as that reminiscing had his body already aching for more, a smile played over his lips. There was no chance at that—at least not without a little more sleep. He stared up at the ceiling, realizing they’d never made it into an actual bed. His ass and back ached from the hard floor under them—well, one of them also throbbed for a different reason.Sucks getting old.Chuckling to himself, he turned his head and eyed a sleeping Chris.

His handsome boy.

His breath caught in his chest at the thought. Lifting a hand to gently stroke the stubble on Chris’ cheek, he couldn’t stop the sensation running through him—the awareness that he wanted more. More of what they’d done the night before… but not just that.

He’d luxuriated in Chris’ untried eagerness. Brody could tell there was a bit of innocence to the guy, even when he was doing something decidedlynotinnocent. His admission that he’d never topped was only the tip of the iceberg, he sensed. That wide-eyed excitement caused Brody to feel…alive.There were few firsts left for him anymore, especially given the things he’d seen in and out of his establishment over the last decade or so. Perhaps he was jaded. Or simply desensitized after all the years.

Shock and awe was in short supply.

Getting to experience a few of Chris’ firsts almost seemed like he experienced his own. He didn’t want to let go of that newfound wonder.

Not yet.

“Hey,” he whispered, stroking stubbled Chris’ cheek a little more firmly. “Wanna go to bed?”

“Already… asleep…” Chris curled in closer to him, snoozing away.

“In arealbed,” Brody added before sliding Chris’ arm and leg off him. He rolled to his side and stretched a little before rising to his knees. “Come on, babe. Let’s go to bed.”

Chris groaned, but sat up—one sleepy eye open. Once risen, Brody helped him to his feet and led the guy to the master suite. He peeled back the covers and urged Chris under them.

Taking off the harness he’d left on, he stood at the edge for a moment, supposing Chris looked good there. He slid into the other side of the bed, getting comfortable. Sighing as his head sunk into the pillow, he closed his eyes and smiled to himself.

Chris curled up against him and sighed contentedly.

Brody stared down at the young man’s head on his shoulder—unaccustomed to having a sleeping partner. It was nice. He turned slightly and drew Chris closer before drifting asleep again, legs entwined.

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