CHAPTER 2
NOAH
I try to sleep.
At 3:07 a.m. I wake up to slow, deliberate grinding against my ass.
Levi’s c**k, his very huge, thick, and fully hard is sliding between my cheeks, the thin fabric of our underwear the only barrier. He’s leaking; I can feel the wet spot growing on my boxers.
He’s still asleep, breath deep and even, hips rolling on instinct.
I should pull away.
Instead I push back.
The growl that rumbles out of him is pure animal.
His arm tightens around me, hand sliding up to grip my throat—not hard, just possessive.
“You sure, boy?” His voice is gravel and smoke in the dark, lips against my ear. “Once I start, I’m not stopping.”
I whimper, grinding harder. “Please, Uncle."
He rips my boxers down in one motion, shoves his own off, and then the blunt, slick head of
