“Then we won’t do a damn thing you’re not ready for,” he says, firm, certain, unmoving.
“Ever.”
My throat closes. “But I want to touch you. I just… I don’t know how far is too far.”
He lets out a shaky laugh.
“Pretty boy,” he murmurs, pulling me up so my head rests under his chin, “you exploring me like that? That damn near ended me.”
My face burns.
“But nothing has to happen. Not tonight. Not soon. Not until you ask me, clearly, and without fear in your voice. You understand?”
I nod. Relieved…and yet…disappointed.
He presses a kiss to my temple.
“You don’t owe me anything. Not your body. Not your experience. All I want right now is you, right here, in my arms.”
The tension drains out of me so fast I nearly sag against him.
I whisper into his chest:
“Okay.”
And he holds me closer.
“Sleep, baby,” he murmurs, voice softer than I’ve ever heard it. “You’re safe. With me, you’re always safe.”
But… I can’t. I may not be ready for him, but I know he’s ready for me.
With Skip’s fingers still laced with mine, I guide both our hands downward until we meet the blunt, rigid tip of his dick, which we find pressed furiously against his stomach.
“Baby…” Skip groans, deep and strangled.
“Teach me,” I whisper, guiding our joined hands to wrap around his thick, pulsing length. “Show me what you like.”
“This,” he pants. “I likethis,pretty boy.”
“Skip,” I breathe, “please… help me pleasure you.”
“Fuck,” he growls, dragging our hands up to his mouth. He spits into my palm without hesitation…filthy, primal, and so freaking sexy, then drives our hands back down, gripping himself with a roughness that makes my pulse spike.
“Don’t be gentle,” he rasps. “Fucking choke my dick.”
He shows me exactly how tight to hold him, exactly how fast to stroke, exactly where to squeeze until he’s shaking beneath me. When we reach the swollen head, my fingers brush something hard and metallic.
“Is… is that a piercing?” I ask, startled.
His chuckle vibrates straight through me as he guides my hand again, letting me feel the full curve of the jewelry.
“It’s a Prince Albert,” Skip groans.
My whole body flinches. “Doesn’t that hurt?”
“It wasn’t pleasant to get,” he murmurs. “But baby… when you’re begging me to fuck you? You’ll be thanking me for thispiercing. It’s going to make you come so hard, you’ll forget your own name.”
His dick twitches violently in our grip.
