Page 21 of Kept
Kade thrust into his hand, growling something about making Eli his, about protecting him. Tears pricked at Eli's eyes—not sadness, but overwhelming relief. Being claimed. Belonging to someone who wouldn't make him hide.
The bite to his throat made him cry out softly, hand moving faster, desperate to please. Tomorrow there'd be a mark. Proof this was real. That someone wanted him enough to claim him.
"That's it," Kade murmured against his ear. "Stroke me. Feel how hard you make me. This is what you do to me."
Eli's face burned but he couldn't stop the whimper that escaped. The weight of Kade's cock throbbing in his hand, knowing he caused this need—intoxicating.
Then Kade moved. He straddled Eli’s chest, watching with that dark, knowing gaze, pure hunger on his face. The weight pressed down on Eli's ribs, solid and inescapable. Kade's thighs bracketed his shoulders, thick with muscle, coarse hair brushing against bare skin with every shift.
Eli swallowed, staring up at the sheer physical presence dominating his vision. From this angle, Kade looked even more imposing—broad shoulders and defined chest, the tank top clinging to every ridge of muscle. Breathing controlled but tension visible in his jaw, in the way his fingers flexed against his thighs.
And then there was his cock.
Eli couldn't look away. It was thick and heavy, jutting out with aggressive insistence. The shaft flushed dark, veins standing out along its considerable length. The head broad, already glistening with precome. Bigger than anything from his furtive fantasies—intimidatingly so.
His fingers twitched against the sheets. He knew what he wanted to do.
"Look at you." Fingers stroked along Eli's jaw. "I can see it in your eyes. You want my cock in your mouth, don't you?"
Eli swallowed hard, lips parting as he stared up. The heat of it so close made his mouth water. How many times had he imagined this? Being on his knees, on his back, wherever someone wanted him. Serving. Submitting. Finding his own pleasure in that surrender…
"Bet you've imagined it before," Kade continued, thumb tracing Eli's bottom lip. "Bet you've thought about it late at night.Thought about someone like me feeding it to you, making you take it."
Eli's breath shuddered out. He couldn't answer, couldn't form words past the need clogging his throat.
"Come on, baby. Use your words."
The endearment made him shiver. He closed his eyes briefly, gathering courage from somewhere deep. When he opened them, Kade watched with predatory patience.
"I did," Eli whispered. "I thought about it. About men like you."
The growl that rumbled through Kade's chest made Eli's whole body clench. When Kade pressed the head of his cock against Eli's lips, teasing, letting him feel the weight and heat of it, Eli thought he might actually die from anticipation.
"Then open up," Kade commanded. "And show me how much you want it."
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Eli's breath came fast,shallow, his lips tingling where Kade's thumb had just been. Mind a mess of heat and static, body still thrumming from everything before, but this—this was new. Something he'd imagined but never done.
The fact settled heavy in his stomach, twisting with nervous heat. Because Kade knew he'd never done this. Kade could see the hesitation, the nervous tension, the way Eli's lips parted but no words came.
Yet there was no mockery in Kade's gaze. No impatience. Only dark, patient expectation that made Eli feel seen in ways both terrifying and exhilarating.
"You're overthinking it," Kade murmured, thumb brushing the corner of Eli's mouth. "Don't need to be perfect. Just need you to let yourself want."
Eli shivered as Kade shifted, bringing his cock closer. The heat radiating from it was palpable. This close, he could see everything—the way it twitched with Kade's heartbeat, the pearlof precome threatening to drip, the impressive girth that made his jaw ache just looking.
Heat rolled through Eli's chest. The endorphins still flooding his system made everything heightened, dreamlike, but Kade's cock inches from his lips was undeniably real.
Slowly, tentatively, he lifted his hands to Kade's hips. Light touch, unsure. Kade's body burned under his palms, tense with restraint, muscles twitching. Smooth skin over hard muscle, dark hair trailing down from his navel.
Eli licked his lips, breathing deep. The scent hit him: thick, heady aroused male, musky and potent. Made his mouth water even as nervousness fluttered in his chest.
This was real. His first time with someone like Kade—someone who made him feel small and protected and desperately wanted all at once.
He tilted up, pressing the softest kiss against heated skin just next to Kade's cock. Not quite touching it yet. Working up the nerve.
Kade's breath stuttered, then he made a low sound that might have been amusement. “You getting shy on me?"
