Chapter 2
Noah’s POV
I shook my head, but my legs were already bending.
The conflict burned hot in my chest—This is wrong. He’s my stepbrother.
He’s drugged and desperate and forcing this. But my c**k is so hard it hurts and his mouth on my n*****s felt too good.
Before I could talk myself out of it I dropped to my knees on the living room carpet, looking up at him with wide eyes and spit still shiny on my chest.
Caleb’s hands shook as he ripped his jeans open, shoving them and his boxers down just far enough.
His c**k sprang out heavy and thick, veiny along the shaft, the head swollen dark and angry, a steady stream of clear precum leaking from the slit in thick strings that dripped onto the floor.
It bobbed right in front of my face, the smell of him strong—sweat and musk an
