Unspoken Vow (Steele Brothers 2)

“Hook-ups. Like, with other people?”

“It wasn’t like I was going to go out and test it out anytime soon … or at all. It was something to fill the session seeing as I thought you weren’t going to be an option anymore. But one thing he mentioned I thought might’ve worked for us.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s the power dynamics that messes with my head, right? So, Ed suggested I even the playing field in other ways.”

“How?”

I begin unbuttoning Brody’s shirt. “Using logic. If someone’s naked, for instance, they’re less likely to get violent with a person who’s fully clothed.”

“I guess?”

“If I’m completely dressed and I begin getting upset, it’ll be a lot easier for me to run away.”

“True. Though, I don’t want you to run away.”

I shake my head. “I wouldn’t with you, but it’s the mindset that counts. The power balance.”

Brody’s hands run up and down my torso, from my chest to my stomach and back again. “That sounds like something I’d be willing to explore …”

“But? Sounds like there’s a but coming.”

“I’ve missed your skin on mine, and I like—no, I love being tied up. It gives me something I didn’t even know I was missing. Tonight, I want all of you.”

“Quite demanding, aren’t we? Who’s the one in charge here?” I joke, because we both know it’s him.

I like it when he takes charge. So long as I have the control, he can pretty much tell me to do anything, and I’ll do it.

Never, not once in the last five years did I think I’d be able to feel this way about someone again.

I want to give myself over to him. I want to give him everything.

Reaching behind me, I pull my shirt over my head.

This part is the easy part. I’ve learned I have a certain level of comfort with Brody until the clothes start coming off and I get lost in him.

I can enjoy this. Leaning down and kissing him. Running my hands over his impressive chest. Grinding against his hard cock.

“Anders? We’re still wearing too many clothes.”

When I scramble off him and stand, we shed our clothes and Brody reaches for the cuffs.

I want to make a joke about him being a good boy, but honestly, the view of him cuffing himself is too hot to form any words at all.

He reaches for the second but can’t quite get it right. “Going to need help with this one.”

It reminds me how far this guy is going for me to be comfortable, for us to be together, and so I decide something.

I fasten the buckles on Brody’s other wrist and then reach for supplies in the bedside drawer.

Brody widens his thighs and places his feet on the bed to give me access to that ass of his, but I have no plans on taking it.

Instead, I lean over him and lick from the base of his cock to the tip and then engulf him completely. He’s only half-hard, so I coax him to full mast.

He moans, and I savour the sound I didn’t know I’d missed so much.

When he’s gasping for air, I pull off him and open a condom. Instead of putting it on me though, I roll it down his hard shaft.

“What are you—”

“I want this.”

“Are you sure? Because you know I’m okay with—”

“I’m one hundred percent sure. Been thinking about it since the moment I met you, and now I’m ready.”

Brody smiles, lighting me up inside.

“I love—” He clears his throat. “I love topping from the bottom.”

I snort. Cocky Brody. My cocky Brody.

Seeing as he’s tied up, I have to prep myself, and it’s been so long that when I reach back and work a lubed finger inside me, I almost immediately want to take back this decision.

My mind is ready, but maybe my body isn’t.

Taking a deep breath, I inch in a little more, close my eyes, and tell myself to breathe through it.

I can do this.

It’s Brody.

I imagine how good it’ll feel to have his cock splitting me apart. To ride him until I come all over his chest.

“You still with me?” he asks.

My gaze flies to his, and I get trapped in his blue orbs.

The concern in them makes me want to do better. Be better.

I get to two fingers and scissor them, trying to stretch myself enough to accommodate Brody’s proportionally sized dick.

“This isn’t me suggesting you should untie me, but I wish I could be the one doing that,” Brody whispers.

“Me too.” I want to get there one day so badly.

“I’d suck you off while I prepped you.”

I smile when I realise what he’s doing. His voice calms me because it’s uniquely Brody. It reminds me who I’m with and what I’m working towards. “Yeah? What else would you do?”

“Lick you. Tease you. Open you up until you were begging for my cock.”