Kade slides off the bed, and for one terrifying moment, I think he’s leaving. Instead, he goes to my bedside drawer, pulling it open with certainty.
“Second drawer,” I direct, and he moves to it, finding what he’s looking for—a small bottle of lube I’ve kept hidden away for months, and a pack of condoms.
He raises an eyebrow. “Prepared for anything, huh?”
“Boy Scout,” I manage, relief washing through me when he returns to the bed.
Kade settles between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. The position leaves me completely exposed, vulnerable in a way I’ve never been before. I should feel embarrassed, but all I feel is desperate anticipation.
“I’ll go slow,” he promises. “Tell me if it hurts.”
The cap of the bottle clicks open, and moments later, a cool, slick finger circles my entrance. The sensation is foreign, but not unpleasant. When he presses inside, I tense.
“Relax,” Kade murmurs, his free hand stroking my thigh. “Breathe.”
I force myself to exhale, relaxing the muscles clenched tight against the intrusion. Kade watches my face, gauging my reaction as he works his finger deeper.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Taking it so well.”
The praise washes over me. I want to earn more of it, wanting to please him. When he adds a second finger, the stretch burns, but I breathe through it, determined to show him I can take it.
“Look at you,” Kade says, voice filled with wonder. “So fucking perfect. Never thought I’d see you like this.”
His fingers curl inside me, searching, and hit something that makes my vision go white at the edges. A strangled cry tears from my throat.
“There it is.” He strokes the spot again, watching as I writhe beneath him.
“Please,” I gasp, pulling at the handcuffs. “Kade, please.”
“Please what? Tell me what you need.”
“You,” I manage between ragged breaths. “Inside me. Now.”
Kade withdraws his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. He strips off his underwear, his cock springing free—thick and hard and slightly intimidating. He opens up the foil packet and rolls on the condom, then adds a generous amount of lube, his eyes never leaving mine as he strokes himself.
“You sure about this?” he asks, positioning his cock between my spread thighs.
“Never been more sure,” I echo his earlier words back to him, surprised by how steady my voice sounds despite the chaos inside me.
The initial pressure is intense, bordering on pain. Kade pushes forward slowly, giving me time to adjust, his eyes locked on my face to catch any sign of discomfort. The stretch burns, but beneath it is a fullness, a completion I didn’t know I was missing.
“Fuck,” Kade breathes. “You’re so tight.” He pushes further, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside me. “You feel—god, Emmett.”
His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he begins to move—slow, shallow thrusts that deepen as my body relaxes around him. Each movement sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me, especially when he shifts his angle to hit that spot that makes me see stars.
“You like that?” Kade asks, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. “Like feeling your stepbrother inside you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, beyond shame, beyond pretense. “So good. Don’t stop.”
The pace increases, each thrust more forceful than the last. The handcuffs dig into my wrists, but the slight pain only heightens every other sensation. Kade’s hands are everywhere—gripping my hips, stroking my chest, cupping my face.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze. The connection is almost too intense, toointimate, but I can’t look away. “Want to see your face when you come.”
His words push me closer to the edge. I know I won’t last long. My cock is leaking against my stomach, untouched, but throbbing with every thrust. Kade seems to sense how close I am, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot with each movement.
“Come for me,” he urges, his rhythm faltering as his own control slips. “Let go, Emmett. I’ve got you.”
The permission, the command, shatters the last of my restraint. Pleasure crashes over me in violent waves, my release pulsing between us without a single touch to my cock. I cry out Kade’s name as my vision blurs, my back arching off the bed, wrists straining against the handcuffs.
