“Who do you want, Emmett?” He traces lazy circles down my abdomen, hand coming to rest at the waistband of my boxer briefs.
I strain against the handcuffs again, metal clinking against the headboard. “You,” I admit, the word ripped from somewhere deep inside me. “I want you, Kade.”
Something flashes in his eyes—triumph, relief, desire so intense it’s almost frightening. His fingers slip beneath the elastic of my underwear, teasing without giving what I desperately need.
“What would Serena think if she came back right now? If she saw you like this, cuffed to your own bed, begging for your stepbrother to touch you?”
The question should embarrass me, but instead, it sends a jolt of illicit thrill down my spine. “I don’t care,” I gasp. “Let her see.”
Kade rewards my answer by peeling my boxer briefs down, exposing me inch by inch. The cool air hits my heated skin, making me shiver. My cock springs free, fully hard and already leaking at the tip.
He stares, his breath catching. For a moment, he seems frozen, perhaps struck by the reality of what we’re doing. Then his gaze travels back up to my face, determination replacing uncertainty.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Everything,” I breathe. “Anything. Just—please.”
His hands move to the hem of his own shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. The sight of his bare torso—lean muscles, tight abs—makes my mouth go dry. He unfastens his jeans next, sliding them down his legs and kicking them aside together with his socks. His arousal strains against his black briefs, the outline clearly visible.
Kade’s lips part as he lowers himself beside me, his gaze never leaving mine. I can see the rise and fall of his chest quickening as his hand moves toward me, hesitating for just a moment.
When his fingers wrap around me, I arch up, a strangled sound escaping my throat as he gives an experimental pull from base to tip.
“Uhh, fuck,” I gasp, my hips jerking upward.
“You like that?” he asks, his voice husky with desire.
“Yes. Keep going.”
The confidence in his expression grows as he tightens his grip, establishing a slow, steady rhythm that has me writhing beneath him.
Each stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. I strain against the handcuffs, desperate to touch him in return, but the restraints hold firm.
“Tell me what you want,” Kade commands, his hand continuing its maddening rhythm. “Tell me what you want your stepbrother to do to you.”
The word ‘stepbrother’ sends another jolt of forbidden pleasure through me.
“I want—” My voice breaks as his thumb swipes over my sensitive tip. I gather my courage and meet his eyes. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck, Em,” he curses, his rhythm faltering. His pupils dilate until his eyes are almost black. “Are you sure? Isn’t this too soon? We’ve never even—”
I bend my legs at the knees, planting my heels against my ass. I let my thighs fall apart, exposing myself completely to him.
“I’ve been thinking about it since our lesson the other day. Since you kissed me on the couch.” I swallow, emboldened by the hunger in his eyes. “I’ve thought about what it would feel like to have you inside me. How you’d stretch me open.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kade mutters. His grip tightens around my cock, making me gasp.
“We don’t have to,” I add quickly, worried I’ve pushed too far. “If you don’t want to or if you’re not ready—”
“I want to,” he cuts me off. “God, Em, I want to so fucking bad it hurts.”
The raw need in his voice sends heat rushing through me. I need to hear him say it, need to know what’s on his mind.
“Tell me,” I whisper. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, the silver ring glinting in the dim light. “I want to open you up with my fingers. Get you ready for me. And then I’m going to fuck you while you’re still cuffed to this bed. That what you want, Golden Boy?”
“Yes,” I groan, beyond embarrassment now. “God, yes.”
