“Don’t make this harder than it already is,” I warn him.
His lips twist into a sly grin before he withdraws his fingers and cups my solid erection standing proud between us, covered only by a thin barrier of material.
“Harder than this you mean?”
My cock twitches in his hand, and a growl escapes my lips, “Stop.”
Kade squeezes, and I can feel the tendons in his wrist, moving beneath my grip.
“Make me,” he challenges.
I grit my teeth, and lifting his hand away instantly miss his touch, but I can’t let this continue.
“Don’t act like a brat, Kade.”
He snorts, “You’re not my father. Don’t tell me what to do.”
I drop his hand and stare at him, my heart thudding dully in my chest. I need to tell him, but I’m worried it will destroy what’s currently building between us. This boy, my boy, brings out a dark lust in me, which I’ve only ever felt once before in my life. The last time I took the risk of indulging in the forbidden, I was shot down, blackmailed by Preston, and forced away from everyone I’d ever loved.
“I want to,” Kade murmurs, leaning toward me and brushing his lips over mine.
I’m paralyzed by the thoughts warring in my brain, but when I respond with silence, he takes it as encouragement to continue. God help me when he slides from the couch to the floor and then onto his knees before shimmying toward where my hard cock’s straining against the zipper of my pants. Long, narrow fingers dip beneath the waistband, and the tips of them brushing against my skin send a spark of heat directly to my groin. I’m not sure I could get any harder than this, and I’m frozen in shock and fascination while I wait to see what he'll do next.
At seventeen, he’s far too young for me to unleash every single one of my fantasies on him…not to mention that tedious connection we share. But damn it, as I stare down into his deep hazel eyes, I find it hard to care about anything other than him in this moment and what’s unfolding between us.
“Kade, you shouldn’t,” I say without conviction. He raises an eyebrow at me, and a smi
rk tilts the corner of his mouth.
I’ll give myself this one time with him even if this is all I ever get. When he finds out what I’m hiding from him, he’s going to hate me forever.
I exhale sharply when Kade reaches farther below my waistband. His fingers close around my cock while he uses his other hand to tug my pants down to give him better access. The sight of him kneeling in front of me with his hand wrapped firmly around my shaft has me impossibly hard.
To my utter surprise and pleasure, he opens his mouth and takes my entire length inside until his lips are kissing the base. He gags when the tip hits the back of his throat and unbidden my hand goes behind his head, guiding his movement as he slides his mouth back up my shaft. Kade’s saliva glistens on my skin, and when he repeats the movement and groans, the vibration coming from his throat has my eyes rolling back, and I nearly blow my load.
He licks my length from the base upward, swirling his tongue around the head before dipping it into the slit. My vision goes white with pleasure when he gently sucks on the sensitive skin beneath the tip before taking all of me back into his mouth.
Kade on his knees and worshiping my cock with his mouth is without doubt the hottest, filthiest, most forbidden thing I’ve ever seen in my life. There's nothing in this world that could stop me from enjoying this stolen moment with every fibre of my being.
“Don’t fucking stop,” I grit out, my voice rough with arousal, and I feel more than see him smile around my length.
“On second thoughts, I’m just going to move into a better position. Stay on your knees,” I instruct, grinning down at him.
I stand up, and dropping my pants to the floor, I step out of them and nudge Kade, so his back is to the couch with me standing over him. He looks up at me; the pupils of his eyes are blown wide: the black swallowing the hazel, and his lips are pink and swollen. I run a hand over the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his messy, pale hair.
Chapter 7
Kade
Nerves twist my stomach, but I don’t let them stop me from following Emmett’s silent directions as he guides his cock into my mouth again. The skin is still damp from my saliva and tastes like a mixture of salt and man. I’ve never done this before, but I know what I like, so I do my best to mimic the actions on him. I close my lips around the head of his cock, and I flick the tip with my tongue, eliciting a low groan from Emmett. I suck the head, my cheeks hollowing out before I release him again, teasing.
His fingers twist in my hair, and he tugs my head back to meet my eyes.
“I’m going to fuck that sexy mouth of yours,” he growls, making my heart and my dick jump in response, and I moan around his length. His nostrils flare and he lets out a low grunt before saying through gritted teeth, “Brace yourself, kid, and don’t forget to breathe.” Then he smirks as he thrusts forward in a single fluid motion until he’s penetrated my mouth to his hilt.
My nose is pressed against his pubic bone, making me choke from lack of oxygen, and my eyes begin to water. He slowly eases back before jerking his hips forward again until my lips are once more wrapped around the base. He repeats the motion, increasing the speed of his movements until he finds the right tempo, and I’m able to time my breaths better.
Saliva dribbles down my chin, and I lift my hands to grip his ass as we both find our rhythm. His grunts above me set my body alight; my own cock is screaming for attention. Emmett’s breathing gets gradually harsher, and his thrusts more erratic. He leans over me, placing his hands on the back of the couch as he fucks my mouth with wild abandonment. All I can do is hold onto him and concentrate on keeping my jaw relaxed although I’m feeling a dull ache from holding it open for so long.