Page 18 of Kept
“Kade, I—I can't…”
“You can.” Kade kissed the side of his neck, nosed through the damp hair at his nape. “You’re already so close. Just ride it.”
Eli's overstimulated body shuddered hard, feet sliding useless across the sheets, mouth open on a cry.
Kade’s other hand left Eli’s thigh and pressed down on his lower belly, grounding him. Holding him right there, impaled and unable to rise off those fingers fucking deeper into him.
“Don’t pull away,” Kade said, tone soft and brutal. “Ride it out. You’re gonna come again just like this.”
Eli let out a desperate moan and bit into his wrist, whole body kicked into high tremble.
Kade licked a line along his jaw. Pumping his hand faster now, fingers deep and curling, dragging pressure again across that bundle of nerves?—
Eli broke.
He jerked once, violently, and then came—without a hand on his cock, without permission, without anything but Kade’s voice in his ear and his fingers jammed so deep inside he could barely breathe through it.
The orgasm crawled through his body like fire catching on dry grass: slow at first, then destroying everything in a blink. His stomach spasmed, soft cock kicking with helpless pulses. Nothing left to give, and still, his body tried to come again, muscles clenching down on Kade’s fingers so hard it almost hurt.
Kade groaned, nearly losing himself at the feel of it: Eli squeezing around him like his body never wanted to let go.
It filled him with heat, molten and dangerous. Kade’s cock throbbed again, kicking against the inside of his shorts, soaked now. He’d made himself hold back, fingers slick and buried deep, but the urge to drag Eli onto his lap and take him burned through every nerve.
Kade pulled his fingers slowly from Eli’s wrecked hole. The grip fought him for a second, clinging, refusing to empty fully. He withdrew with patience.
Eli had given him something most men begged for and never earned.
Trust.
Real, trembling trust.
The kind you don’t find in a bar or ask for with a price tag. The kind you’re handed blindly by the universe and told,Here. Don’t fuck it up.
Eli sagged into the bed, legs splayed, breathing shallow but steady. His chest gleamed, come drying in messy streaks beneath his throat, sweat running in fresh rivulets down the curves of his sides.
Kade leaned over him, kissed the hollow of his hip. “You did so fucking good for me,” he murmured.
Eli didn’t respond with words. Just a soft noise, a trembling exhale, limbs finally stilling.
Kade stayed beside him, breathing in sync. He could still feel Eli’s heartbeat—fast and fluttering—against his chest. His own pulse thundered where it had no business being gentle. He’d gotten the boy off twice, pushed him past every edge, and somehow it still wasn’t enough.
He wanted to keep touching him. Not even to get himself off—though the throb in his cock was heavy and searing—but just to feel Eli’s skin, his weight, that trust soaking through his muscles.
He tightened his arm slightly around Eli’s waist, thumb brushing over the damp skin, and the boy shifted, a slow stretch of tired limbs and aching joints, like he was coming back into his body, cell by cell.
And then Eli looked up. His eyes met Kade’s.
Not glazed. Not distant. Still dazed, but steady: like something in him had surfaced through the pleasure, some strange flicker of clarity. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted and pink from his own bitten cries.
Kade sucked in a breath and didn’t release it.
“Want you,” Eli whispered.
There was no performance in it. No coyness. Just honesty that made Kade freeze to the damn marrow.
“All of you.”
The world dropped out from under him.
