Page 16 of Kept
But the way Kade teased him apart—clean hands, measured pressure, never taking more than Eli offered, only pushing where Eli yielded—felt like the thing he’d begged for without words since he was a kid.
Not allowed. Demanded.
That terrified him.
It made him shake.
“Faster,” Eli choked. “Please?—”
Kade’s answer was a rough sound and more speed.
His fist went hard and long, dragging slick down Eli’s cock, pulling more out of him with every stroke. His thumb pressed and pulled, teasing the slit, smearing wet. The vein under Eli’s shaft throbbed under that pressure, mean and sweet.
Inside, those fingers pressed deep and twisted, spreading him in a way that felt obscene and right. Eli could feel himself clutch and release, his body trying to hold on and let go at once.
The combination broke his rhythm. He tried to keep pace and failed. The edges melted. Words turned into sound.
Kade growled low, deep, a sound that rattled Eli’s chest and spine. He pressed the hard, thick weight of his cock against Eli’s thigh, rutting with deliberate, possessive pressure while his fingers continued their relentless work.
“Damn it… I want all of you,” Kade rasped, teeth clenched, voice rough with hunger. “Every inch, every sound…”
Eli’s mind spun, fired, and melted at once. One impossible, urgent thought consumed him: Kade’s cock not grinding on his thigh but inside him, filling him completely, stretching, owning him?—
The image alone was enough. Heat exploded through Eli. Hips jerked, body quaking and clamping around Kade’s hand. A ragged, animal cry tore free as he came instantly, every nerve flaring, every muscle trembling under the intensity.
His cock pulsed hard in Kade’s fist, thick spurts painting his stomach and chest in hot arcs. His body locked like a vise around Kade’s fingers. Aftershocks dragged more out, slicking Kade’s hand and Eli’s skin in a messy shine.
He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe right. The mattress caught him as he fell back. Everything in him went warm and boneless. Sweat cooling on his ribs, come sticky on his belly.
Kade's hand on Eli’s cock eased, dragging one last slow stroke through the mess. Eli twitched, too raw to handle it.
But Kade’s other hand…
It stayed where it was.
Those thick fingers were still buried in Eli—warm and heavy. Not working. Just there. The presence of them felt like a claim. Eli was stretched around them, open, held.
He looked up.
Kade leaned over him, all heat and muscle. His eyes had gone near feral in the low light. Possessive. Hungry.
A predator looking at what it had brought down.
It flushed Eli skin-hot. His scalp prickled. His orgasm echoed through him in soft pulses. His cock softened, still leaking. Come cooled sticky on his belly. But Kade wasn't done yet.
Kade moved. The fingers inside Eli slid. Out a fraction, back in, a slow glide that made fresh heat lick through nerves already shocked raw.
Eli jolted. Legs tensed. Heels dug. Toes curled. The drag-press lit him up, punched a sound out of him from somewhere low.
Kade didn’t hesitate.
He curled those fingers and hit the place that made Eli choke on a cry, low and raw. His cock twitched hopelessly against his thigh—soft, tender, aching with sensitivity—and still his body tried to respond. Everything was blurring white and hot at the edges.
“You thought I was done with you,” Kade said. Not a question. Heat burned in every word. “No.”
His palm pressed Eli’s chest and pushed him down when he arched. Firm. Not cruel. It saidstay.
I want more of you.
