I reach above him, fishing the lube out from where he stashed it under the pillow. I tip the bottle until the chilly liquid lands on his sensitive, needy hole. Two can play at that game.
He yelps, then gasps as it finds its way around the puckered skin. I add a little lube to my fingers and push in, ecstatic to have even this small part of me buried in his warmth. He moans as I make contact with important things, then arches when I add another finger. I take care to stretch him thoroughly, gently, preparing him for the rough pounding I so desperately need to give him.
“Thane, it’s an assh-hole, not a d-divine sculpture. That’s close enough. Put your dick in me.”
I smile against his balls, nearly emotional with the knowledge that his stutter means he’s deep in his feelings. Fuck, I hope he is. “You got it, Ro.”
Chuckling to myself, I line myself up against him and, because I still haven’t finished torturing him, push in at an excruciatingly slow pace.
“Fucking k-kill you,” he swears in shuddery breaths, not bothering with complete phrases.
I lean in, snarling as my hand cups his throat. “I’d love to see you try.”
Punctuating this with a punishing thrust, I enjoy the bite of pain that flickers across Ronan’s face right before I rear back and find the sweet spot. Again and again I rail him, each of his passionate cries making my heart fly off cliffs it has no business flying off of.
“Look at you, debauched, ruined, your slutty hole hungry for this cock,” I mutter, squeezing his throat hard enough that I can picture how good my fingerprints will look on his skin tomorrow morning.
“Your s-slut,” he says, his voice rough as he makes incoherent sounds that seem to pitch up the harder I stroke into him. “Only slutty for you.”
My heart flip-flops at the words uttered in passion, knowing I can’t rely on them.
But god, I want to.
I push his hips up and back even more, nearly folding him in half as I continue the punishing pace.
“Can you still…?” I ask, my question dying off as he crosses his ankles behind his head.
Jesus H. Christ.
I lose focus as I grab his sensitive dick, stroking it, stretching it to its full length so it touches his lips. He tractor beams my gaze as he flicks his tongue out, licking his own slit. He rolls a pearl of precum onto the tip of his tongue, undulating it before swallowing.
Fuck. Me.
My rhythm stutters and my hoarse shouting overtakes even Ronan’s loud gasps and moans. I stiffen into a backward arch, my mouth open in ecstasy as I fill him with hot cum, breeding him like the little cum slut that he is.
“Fuck. Condoms.” I say, realizing we blew past that conversation entirely. “I’m so fucking sorry, Ro. I’m negative across the board.”
He squeezes his muscles tight around me, and I shiver as two more eye-crossing pulses rattle through me before the orgasm finally loosens its grip.
“Don’t give a fuck. Anders ran a bunch of blood tests, all negative,” he says, trying to catch his breath.
I pull away, mesmerized as my cum trickles out of his stretched and abused hole. We never had condomless sex before, and I should absolutely be ashamed of what I’ve done. But doing something so possessive, so dangerous and stupid, only adds to the intensity of whatever this is between us, and I can’t make myself regret anything.
Blinking, I refocus on my surroundings. I still have him bent over double, stroking him with a firm grip, his orgasm painted on his lips and eyelashes. Falling forward onto his body, I kiss and lick the cum off his face.
“So hot. Can’t believe…still so flexible,” I say, sucking a spot of cum from his neck.
His smile is shy, even after what we just did, and I know I’m a goner. And it’s so fucking terrifying. But I’m not going to run away this time. I lay kisses on his collarbones as my hands seek out his, needing to inhale his scent, to ground myself to this reality.
Layering on the kisses, drunk on hormones and pheromones and the smell of his skin, it takes me a beat to recognize that the boneless, satisfied, soft man below me has gone rigid. I pull back and his eyes hold a deep well of pain and…anger.
And just like that, the juddering, soaring high of our intertwined bodies crashes down to earth with terrifying speed.
“Um, can you get off me?” he asks, adding an edge to his voice.
“Oh, sorry,” I say, shifting off of him, awkward as the cum smears my thighs, reminding me once again that I went in raw.
“No worries,” he answers, avoiding my eyes. “So…this was fun, but I could really use some alone time if you don’t mind.”
