Big hands cup my face, forcing me to look at him.
“Do not lie to me.”
“Yes,” I whisper, shame running through me.
“Fuck me,” he grunts, his hands tightening on my hips. “How far?”
Frowning, I lick my lips and tilt my head, unsure of what he’s asking.
“How fucking far have you gone with a man?”
My eyes widen a fraction, before they focus on his belt again.
“Do not look away from me when I am asking you a question, boy. Now answer your Daddy.” My breath hitches when he calls himself my daddy.
My hips involuntary rock, rubbing my hard-on against the bulge hiding behind his zipper.
“Kissing. Maybe a hand job.” My voice is low, barely audible.
Colt says nothing, his body tight beneath mine. I fight to keep my gaze lowered, but I lose out, needing to see his eyes to see what he is thinking. Dark eyes stare back, and in that look, wonder and arousal meet. His nostrils flare, his lips are parted, and I see him gritting his teeth like he is trying to hold himself back.
His hands move to my thighs, slowly sliding down and around to my ass that is kind of wedged between him and the steering wheel.
My heart is hammering in my chest waiting for what he will say about my inexperience. I know that is a turnoff for some men, but will it be for Colt?
Thirteen
COLT
With my hands on his thighs, my palms are twitching to strip him bare and take care of him, to show him what it is like to be loved and fucked at the same time, but I fight the urge to do so.
He is a fucking virgin.
I have not been with a virgin in years because they can be problematic.
Clingy— thinking that you love them because you popped their cherry, but I know that Theo is not like that.
Is it really fair to expect him to handle this? Me, and River, when he’s still figuring out how to be with just one guy? A virgin. Shit. No wonder he freaks out thinking about being with the both of us; he has zero fucking experience when it comes to sex with one man, let alone two. The last thing I want is to overwhelm him or make him feel like he's in over his head, but my bones tell me that I want to keep him.
Call me selfish, I don’t fucking care.
I need him like he is my next breath. I get the same feeling when I am around River.
“Theo, this is a lot for a man who has never been fucked before, or fucked another guy.” My hands move to his delectable ass, which I squeeze, and he moans. Closing his eyes and relishing in the feeling of my hands flexing as I dig my fingertips into the fleshy globes through his jeans.
“It is not that I have not tried; it is just that people only see what is visible to them— they do not see the whole story.” He sighs. “Fuck. I will explain soon, to both you and River.”
Tapping his ass, his eyes flash with lust. “Language.”
“Did you just spank me for swearing?”
“I did, baby, and I will do it again when you have earned it. Good boys get fucked; bad boys get spanked. Seeing that look of desire in your eyes, I am going to say that my boy likes to be spanked by his Daddy.”
“Maybe.” He tries to look down, but I stop him, using my forefinger to tilt his chin back up.
“No hiding. This will be a new experience for all of us, no pun intended, but we will navigate through it together. If this is something you want to try, anyway. Because, baby, I am so freaking looking forward to getting in this ass and making you cry out my name, pleasing both you and River. I want to make you both feel good, seeing your faces when you come because of me.”
“I want that too.” He takes a deep breath, then shocks me when his cold fingers slip beneath the material of my T-shirt.
