Page 70 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

“It’s wrong, Noah.”

Noah pressed a tentative kiss to Brody’s lips. “Two…” Another kiss. “Consenting…” Another kiss. “Adults.”

Brody shoved a hand through Noah’s hair and tugged his boy closer. He was starved for the kiss that came and didn’t lift his head until he was partially filled by it. “Adults or not…there are… rules we live by. This is wrong.”

“No,” Noah whispered. “It’s not.”

Brody chuckled, but there was no humor to his tone. “So easy for you to say. You don’t stand to lose everything.”

“Yes. I do. And I have more to lose than you.”

Brody met his stare, realizing Noah was right. They were both in danger. Yet he was too far gone to stop what was happening. “One last time?”

“Not the last. We’re not done yet.”

Brody shook his head. “Onelasttime. That’s it. Promise me this is it.” Even as he said the words and demanded the pledge, he comprehended way down deep he’d struggle to hold either of them to it. Noah made him weak. He had from the first time they’d laid eyes on one another.

“I can’t promise tha—”

Brody captured Noah’s lips, not willing to hear the denial. One last time, that’s what it would be. He simply needed one more night to quell the aching need.

Noah moved in his lap and slowly impaled himself on Brody’s cock.

Brody’sbarecock.

He should have stopped it then and there. He should’ve covered himself before it went any farther. But he couldn’t stop what was happening any more than he could’ve stopped a speeding Mac truck. There had been so many lines they’d crossed at that point. What was one more? He was lost to the flame and fire consuming him… his boy slowly taking him deep. Fortunately, he still had the lube coating him from his play—and Noah sank easily down his length.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” Noah whispered.

“Yeah, baby,” Brody whispered back.

Noah moved on him, rolling his hips. Brody leaned back to give him a little more room. Resting on his elbows, he watched his boy getting off on his cock. Pausing a moment, Noah reached down for the discarded masturbater. He covered his own cock with it, pumping into the depths Brody had recently enjoyed.

It was nothing like the pleasure he found inside Noah.

His boy rode his cock like a master, all while stroking away. Brody struggled for air, struggled against how beautiful his boy was. That same innocent, wicked need boiling over.

“Brody,”he cried out as he stroked himself over and over.

There was no guilt, no shame. All there was—was pleasure. Brody gripped his boy’s hips, luxuriating in Noah’s body against his own.

It didn’t take long before Noah came—seed spurting from the head of his cock. Back arched, skin glistening with sweat—he wasmagnificent.

Brody leaned up and grasped Noah’s hips tighter, urging his boy faster. Once again, an orgasm approached. He was seconds away from release when Noah rose up off his cock.

“What the hell?”

“I’m not ready for it to be over yet,” Noah declared.

Brody rose and grabbed Noah by the arm. After he tossed his boy over one shoulder, he carried the kid to the latex-covered bed that sat in the corner of the loft. After depositing his boy in the middle, he returned to his bench for the lube. Approaching the bed again, he realized deep down what they were doing was wrong.

So why was itsofucking stimulating?

His gaze lifted, and he saw the spreader bar hanging from one of its cuffs attached to one of the bed’s posts. A smile came to his lips as he imagined Noah confined in its leather cuffs. Brody rounded the bed and took the bar in hand.

“What’s that?”

“A little extra fun,” Brody murmured before wrapping the first cuff around Noah’s ankle.

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