Page 71 of Kane

I nod, licking my lips. I don’t hate the sound of that, to be honest.

Though it feels like he’s still holding back, keeping things careful.

“And? What else.”

“That’s it,” he lies. His voice shakes.

“No, it’s not. Tell me.”

He blinks, chewing his lip as he settles over top of me. His legs straddle me, his cock hard against mine.

“You won’t do it,” he says solidly.

“If it’s too much, I’ll use my safeword. And if it’s too much for you—”

Ryder sighs, his hands gripping my hips. He squeezes.

“Everyone else says no,” he mutters.

“I am not everyone else,” I say firmly. “I am here to please you.”

I find his mouth and kiss him long and slow. My hands roam down his spine, over his ass. His cock throbs against me.

He pulls away, looking into my eyes with relief and fear.

“Would you fuck yourself on my dick until I come in your ass?”

His expression tightens, his words shaky.

I give him a soft smirk.

“Is that it?” I ask, tracing lines along his cheek.

Fuck, he’s so beautiful. All golden and warm, like the sun. And I fear like Icharus, I will burn up because I have never felt warmth like this.

Love like this.

He blinks. “Um… yeah.”

I let out a soft chuckle as I kiss him. He stops me, looking at me in question.

“That is definitely doable,” I tell him, though I will admit, I am nervous.

I haven’t bottomed in a long time. Of course, I tried many things when I was young and struggling; looking for a way to dull the pain. Though I didn’t care for it then, the thought of impaling myself onto Ryder’s cock, of driving him to the point he can’t control himself makes my cock weep with arousal.

“Where is your rope?” I ask, and when Ryder gets off of me, adjusting his cock, I can’t deny how perfect he looks. Kiss-swollen lips, evident erection. That lustful look in his eyes.

God, he is perfect. Like something out of a dream.

“In there.” He nods to what I assume must be his bedroom, and then he blurts out, “My tests are all good, if you need to see them or—”

I get up off the couch, adjust my own cock and come to stand in front of him.

“I believe you.”

I shouldn’t, but I do. Because something tells me I can trust Ryder.

Because I love him.