Page 43 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

“Last night… twice…” Brody could barely speak at that point. Not in coherent sentences, at the very least. “Sore. You’re… sore.” He sucked in a strangled breath. “I don’t… I don’t want… to hurt you.”

Chris reached for the bottle of lube. He poured some into his palm while Brody pinched the base of his cock to prevent coming. For some reason, Chris’ apparent need was almost enough to push him over the edge. His boy coated his anus with the lube, slicking the hole well. He moaned low as he lubed himself, watching Brody over one shoulder.

Brody broke his focus from Chris’ heated stare to the hand playing at his bottom. He had to pinch the base of his cock harder to slow the steady throb of the coming orgasm.

“Daddy…please,”Chris whispered hotly.

Brody pressed the head of his cock against Chris’ slick, shiny hole. It was then that he realized he hadn’t bothered to cover himself. Pulling away, he reached for the wrapper with a shaking hand.

“I want you… bare,” Chris murmured.

Brody held the condom package, staring at Chris’ beautiful ass. He closed his eyes, struggling with the need slamming into him. He’d only been with one man bare—and it was a long, long time ago. “I can’t,” Brody said through clenched teeth. “I haven’t… been tested… recently.”

“Do youalwaysuse condoms?”

Brody did. It was second nature to cover his cock. Hell, he even covered his toys when playing to protect himself and his lovers. Because of that, he was almost positive he was clean. And he intended to stay that way. “Always,” he said before ripping open the condom and rolling it down his length. He hated the disappointed expression on Chris’ face.“Always.”

A thought slipped into the back of his mind. They’d go get tested… and if the results were clear, then he’d consider taking his boy bare. Until then, he needed the condom.

Brody returned to the spot he’d left, pressing the head of his cock against Chris’ slick hole. As slowly as he could manage—which took every ounce of his self-control—he entered Chris’ body from behind. The tight grip on his shaft was sublime. Inch by inch he was swallowed in Chris’ heat. The curve of Chris’ ass spooned against his pelvis as he bottomed out. Pausing a moment to let Chris stretch to accommodate him—and for him to will his release down— he drew his boy’s back against his chest.

The sun shone down on them in thick shafts bursting through the trees. It was warming up, but still cool—though he barely felt it with the fire burning between them.

“You feelso goodinside me, daddy.”

Brody nipped at Chris’ neck and ear while he reached down to wrap his hand over his boy’s grip. He minutely tightened his hold, gauging the tightness and speed of the stroke Chris enjoyed. After a moment, he pushed Chris’ hand away and grasped his boy’s cock in hand.

“I can’t imagine being anywhere else but inside you,” Brody whispered against his lover’s ear as he stroked the man’s shaft.

With that, he moved. Short, gentle strokes eventually turned to long, quick thrusts. Control lost, he pounded into Chris’ welcoming body, eager to find his satisfaction. Chris’ hand came down over his stroking one, tightening the hold. He allowed Chris to educate him—what he wanted. What he needed.

The second Chris’ cum spread over his fingers, he broke. Coming into the condom, he roared his boy’s name to the trees surrounding them, wishing hehadbeen bare. He wanted to mark this man.

As his.

They both breathed hard as they came down from the heavens. It was then that he realized how far his control had broken. Out in the chill April day, when he had a perfectly good, warm bed at home, he’d needed so desperately he’d taken Chris out where anyone could’ve ridden past.

But then, Chris had said he liked to be seen. A smile came to his face.

“That was amazing,” Brody whispered against Chris’ ear. “Too bad we didn’t have anyone to drive by and catch us.”

Chris gasped and stiffened against him. “Could they have?”

“Not many drive this road. But that doesn’t mean they don’t.”

Chris peeked over one shoulder, a devilish grin on his face. “Too bad they didn’t.”

Brody trembled against Chris, the image of them being caught almost causing another erection. After the night they’d had—and the morning shower scene—he was tapped out for a while. Slowly withdrawing from Chris’ body, he saw the wince of pain his boy displayed.

“You’re sore.”

Chris seemed sheepish. “Maybe a little.”

“We need to take a break for a night,” Brody murmured as he peeled off the condom that had fortunately remained intact. “I knew this was too much.”

“I didn’t care,” Chris said, pulling up his pants. “Iwantedyou to fuck me.”

“A good daddy is aware when his boy has been pushed too far.”

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