Page 39 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

His palms moved in slow circles over Brody’s pecs and abs… before moving lower… and lower…

Brody leaned back under the water to rinse the shampoo from his hair—giving Chris enough room to kneel. Once his hair was clear, he was free to study the boy at his feet, who eyed his already hardening cock.

Chris gave him an upward glance before gripping his shaft with both hands. Brody opened his mouth, a denial on his lips. Of course, hewanted—but he’d needed a moment of clarity, away from the young man consuming his thoughts. Only a sigh fell from him, no orders to halt.

Chris’ hands felt too good. His tongue and lips even better. Brody watched his cock disappearing within Chris’ firm lips, a slow, inward groan rumbling through him as his boy swallowed him nearly whole. Growing harder with every stroke of Chris’ lips, the guy struggled to take all of him again.

Under Brody, Chris lowered one hand to work his own shaft in long, quick spurts—almost blurring as his hand moved. Brody wanted to close his eyes and revel in the sensation of Chris suckling him… yet he couldn’t stop watching.

Chris groaned around his cock, appearing eager to taste Brody’s release. He clasped one hand behind Chris’ head and pumped a bit harder into his boy’s mouth.

Chris’ eyes widened, and he gagged a little but worked his hand faster over Brody’s shaft.

“Do you like that, baby?”

“Mmmm-hmmmm,” Chris replied, his cock still in his boy’s mouth.

The vibrations were too good. Brody gave another rough pull to the back of his boy’s head. This time Chris moaned louder, his eyes falling half-lidded. Brody continued to fuck his mouth—until he paused to smack Chris’ cheeks and lips with his cock—and then shoved his shaft back in.

“Such a good daddy’s boy…” Locking his fingers in Chris’ hair, he fucked those pretty lips hard a few more strokes before pulling out again.

Chris gasped for air, panting a moment. “Daddy,” he purred before eagerly sucking Brody back down as far as he could—as if he was starved for it. He feasted on Brody’s flesh, enthusiastically sucking.

Pushed to the edge, he tried to hold back as long as he could. The moment he saw Chris’ cock spurting over the concrete floor of the shower, he tensed and let out a roar. Chris pulled away, letting Brody’s cum land on his lips, chin, and cheeks before the shower slowly washed the seed away. Their essence mingled on the concrete floor a moment before circling the drain and disappearing.

Brody lifted Chris to his feet and kissed him hungrily. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

He rested his forehead on Chris’ and sighed… satisfied.

“I didn’t do something wrong, did I?”

Brody lifted his head and met Chris’ stare. “Wrong? Why would you think that?”

“You sounded… irritated, I guess.” Worry filled Chris’ expressive face.

“You didnothingwrong,” Brody said—although he still needed that moment of clarity. Something told him he wouldn’t get it that day. “Nothing.”

Chris’ worry evaporated, and a small smile emerged. “Good. I’m glad.”

“Let’s get you washed off,” Brody murmured before stealing another kiss and reaching for the washcloth.

* * *

“Ready for breakfast?” Brody asked as he pulled on a red t-shirt. He tucked the bottom into his soft leather pants before buttoning the fly.

“You do realize it’s nearly too late for lunch at this point?”

“Not for me. I work late hours,” Brody said, sidling closer. He wrapped his arms around his boy and smirked. “There’s a diner in town that serves breakfast all day long. I go there almost every morning.”

“People usually start calling this afternoon.”

“I’m not people,” Brody said with a grin. “It’s my morning.”

Chris peeked up at him, returning the smile. “Eggs it is.”

“They serve everything, so you don’t have to get breakfast if you don’t want.” He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on Chris’ lips. “Finish getting dressed and let’s roll.”

“Sure thing, daddy,” Chris replied.

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