“Please, O. I need it. I needyou.”
Damn, if he could have said anything to get me more excited, I didn’t know what it was. I pushed in slowly before leaning back.
“Is that okay?”
He smiled. “Yeah, that’s good. Thank you for asking.”
I kissed him again, thinking about how Brad should have asked. How he should have cared about Keegan’s feelings. And how much I was determined to make up for his bad experience.
We worked together. I checked in on him, and he let me know each move was to his taste, just as he preferred it.
“God, you’re big,” he said as his head rolled back after a push.
“I hope you’re saying that in a good way.”
“Saying that in the best way.” He reached back and pressed his hand against the headboard. “This is more like I expected it to be.”
His words offered me the confidence to continue easing in, and then his body arched quickly.
“Oh, that’s my prostate. Right there.”
I growled as I enjoyed the way his mouth hung open, his eyes shifting about as he pressed back against the headboard.
“You like that? When I hit it right there?”
“Likeis definitely an understatement, dude.”
He looked at me, blushing and batting his eyes, and I couldn’t resist another taste of his mouth.
“How does it feel foryou?” he asked.
“Good and tight, and like I shouldn’t be moving too quick unless I wanna blow.”
“I want to be the reason you shoot.”
“I don’t imagine that’s going to be an issue for us,” I assured him when he tilted his hat. “Take that off. I want to see you, my beautiful Keeg.”
He obeyed, tossing it off the side of the bed. “I can take more than this.”
I pushed deeper. “Okay?”
His body was shaking, but not in the way it had been earlier—it wasn’t nerves, it was an earthquake of vibrations.
“More thanokay,” he said, his eyes sealing shut. “Fuck me like this.”
I caved to his request as I reached up and pushed my fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of those curly waves between my fingers.
He laughed for a moment.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just how much better this feels. I think I’m ready to be fucked a little harder, Prince Owen.”
Now I was the one shaking, because of how worked up he’d gotten me.
“Here,” I said, pulling out and rolling onto my back. “Ride it and let me know just how hard you want to be fucked.”
He beamed, straddling me. Positioning himself on me, he slid my cock back into him. And he rode it like a fucking champ, all smiles as he took me.
