He shivers but lifts his chin. “You wish.”
I chuckle, then open the door and give him a light shove inside. His false bravado doesn’t fool me. “Oh, the things I want to do to you. The ways I’ll take you apart piece by delicious piece.”
And have him begging for more before the night is through.
Chapter 3
The setting sun filters through the torn, dark green curtains, illuminating the room in a deep orange, giving it a warm feeling. Placing a hand between Devon’s shoulder blades, I give him a small push. “On the bed. Stomach to the mattress.”
He hesitates, shifting on shaky legs as reality sinks in. For a moment, I think he might bolt for the door, but he moves to the queen-sized bed, limbs stiff, eyes filled with unease.
Once he’s settled, he clears his throat, face buried in the crook of his arm. “Don’t hurt me too much back there, okay?”
My eyes widen, one brow raising. “Have you done this before?”
No way he’s a virgin. No way he’s survived all this time alone being untouched.
But dammit if my cock and heart don’t give an erratic shudder at the notion regardless.
He flips over and jerks his head up to glare at me, his icy blue eyes filled with a fire I’d missed until now, one whose flames arenot only rooted deep but whose fire forever burns. “Why do you care?”
I walk closer and place the gun in the drawer of the nightstand then start to undress. “I’m an asshole but not a monster. Not going to go fast if you haven’t done this before.”
When my clothes are off, Devon flinches. Maybe at my nudity. Or my erection. Can’t really tell. Either way, my dick’s fully hard and twitching.
He sighs, face flushing bright red. “No, I’ve never. . . . Please, just go slow.”
His admission sends heat spiking through me and precum leaks from my slit. Tonight I’ll be his first, his only.
I’ll take what no other man has taken.
Make him mine.
And fuck if that doesn’t ignite a bone-deep need I’ve never felt before.
A possessiveness that burns bright, one I can’t seem to turn off either.
Red flags that I should end this, let him go. Instead, I sit on the bed, then brush his hair back from his worried eyes.
So different than the defiant little shit he was earlier. “Don’t fret, baby boy. I’ll take good care of you. Even make you moan real pretty for me.”
His eyes go wide, lips parting slightly as he gives a tiny nod, his slim shaft starting to plump up.
I swallow hard, not because of my own physical reaction to seeing his, but because something in my chest flickers, as if a tiny sparkler has been lit.
Something flashes across his face and a second later, he flings an arm up a bit too fast, hiding in the crook, as if not being able to see will somehow make it not real.
That won’t do. I want to see his reactions, figure out what he likes, wash away the embarrassment he obviously feels.
Make him forget whatever memory flitted through his mind that made him hide.
I stroke his sides, gentling him like a skittish colt. He gradually relaxes into the touches, arching closer. I trail my hand lower, and when it brushes his semirigid shaft, my own cock twitches.
My boy likes my hands on him.
My fingers pull away from his skin as if they grazed over a hot stove.My boy. Taking a moment, I close my eyes and inhale slowly, trying to push away whatever’s threatening to bloom.
Refocusing, I grab the lube and slick my fingers, eager to explore him. Besides food, lube is the one other necessity I make sure to search for when scavenging. “Turn back over onto your stomach.”
