Page 75 of Kane

“Please…” he cries. “I can’t—”

I remove my fingers from him, grabbing the lube once more.

“Condoms?”

Ryder shakes his head. “No.”

I tense, because his no makes my heart race. Not with anxiety, but with joy.

But there is also a sense of guilt.

His big blue eyes find mine, and he sweetly says, “I trust you.”

Those words turn all the lights on, and it’s like the darkness disappears.

Because there is no denying the truth.

Ryder does trust me.

He shouldn’t.

But he does.

Though the words I hear sound different to my psyche.

“Can you repeat that?” I say, my head starting to ache.

“I trust you,” he says. “Let me be your best boy.”

The words are like a curse, befalling centuries, touching parts of me that have not seen light in far too long.

Perhaps I am a fool to trust him, to let my guard down like this.

But I know what reward is waiting for me on the other side.

“Okay,” I say.

A silent understanding passes between us as I make a show of standing before him, of spreading the lube along his shaft and stroking him as I go. His gaze holds mine and I lean down and kiss him while working his cock up to a good slick, and when I break away I watch his eyes roll back.

“I’m close,” he whispers. “So close.”

“Not yet,” I whisper as I take the moment to lubricate myself. When he opens his eyes, I see the stars of the universe in them.

My heart rises into my throat, because as badly as I want this, I am also a little nervous.

But I know there is no turning back now.

“Lay on your side,” I tell him, my voice careful. He shifts onto his side, and I take my time, getting into position.

“Stretch me,” I command.

Ryder manages to get not one, but two fingers into me before he says, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I am sure,” I tell him, looking over my shoulder.

Ryder looks like he wants to say something, but thinks better of it.

“Now be a good boy and fill me up.”