Chapter 15

Evan rolled his hips and would’ve lifted his thighs, opened himself wider, if not for the cuffs. He licked his lower lip.

Brian growled and stroked Evan’s lips. “What do you want, baby?”

Touch me, kiss me, anything.

As if reading Evan’s mind, Brian started tracing his skin inch by inch with his fingers—the insides of his arms, his pecs, nipples—which elicited Evan’s groans—his flat tummy, his thighs, so close to his cock but not enough.

Evan bucked and whined, throwing his head back. Brian’s hands burned his skin and he thought he’d scream. But Brian didn’t ask him that one question. He teased Evan instead when one finger ghosted over his opening. Evan gasped, scrunching his eyes shut, his mind crying out, Please, please, please.

To his dismay, Brian pulled back. Evan opened his eyes at once.

“What’s wrong? You want me to stop? Just say it, Evan.”

“No, no. Don’t stop,” he whispered.

“Tell me you’re okay with this.”