“Hell yeah.” I don’t have any more words. I’m literally dumbstruck at the sight, reduced to just staring and feeling my cock swell in his hand. “Fuck,” I mutter. “Feels good, too.”
He grins. “Just good?” he says in a flirtatious tone. “Then you should tell me what I need to do to make you feel amazing.”
Holy shit —this could really happen.
“I want to fuck you,” I whisper. If you’d have asked me even a couple of months ago, I’d have been a thousand percent certain that those were words I’d never say in a million years to any guy — and especially not to Errol. But right now, I’m also just as certain that I’ve never in my life wanted anything as badly as I want this.
“Oh, uh — there was something I wanted to get out of the way first,” Errol says. I’m puzzled when I see his cheeks go pink.
“What do you mean? About what?”
“I was really, really hoping things would happen between us. I haven’t hooked up with anybody in months, but just to be sure, I went and got tested. It’s all negative.”
“Oh. Uh, thanks. Think I mentioned before, after I found out about Eliza cheating, Iwanted to make sure she wasn’t leaving me with a damn souvenir. I got checked and I’m all-clear.”
Errol catches his lower lip between his teeth. “Good. Because I want so badly to feel you inside of me without anything in the way. I want your cock to explode when you’re inside of me so I can feel you filling me up.” His shy smile is a hilarious contrast to his raunchy request.
“Is that so?” I arch an eyebrow as I catch him around the waist. Errol gives me a little frown I can’t read that turns into a chuckle. My insecurity rears up. “What?”
“Nothing bad, Stud.” He leans his head on my shoulder. “Just wondering something. Have you ever had anal before?”
My relief bubbles out as a laugh. “Oh. Yeah, I have. With Eliza a couple of times and with another girl once. So I know…the important stuff, I guess. Like, about lube and all.”Jesus Christ, Ran — shut the everloving fuck up, already.
My distraction has made my dick deflate a little. Errol wraps his hand around it, squeezing the base and stroking slowly up the shaft. When he meets my gaze, his eyes are hooded with lust.
I’ve never had anybody look at me with such unbridled hunger. It makes me weirdlyself-conscious. I drop my eyes down, watching Errol stroke me.
“That feels amazing,” I say. I can tell how much he wants this because even though he’s not touching himself anymore, his dick is still rock-hard. As I watch, a bead of precum grows at his slit.
I reach down and tentatively swipe my thumb over it. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Errol mutters as he watches me suck my thumb clean. He runs his tongue over his lower lip. “I really want you inside of me.”
He takes my hand and wraps it around my cock, replacing his, as he gets on his back with his knees up and spread wide apart. “Good like this?” he asks. I nod and position myself between his legs. Holding the bottle of lube, he quickly drips some onto his fingers and reaches down between his legs. I watch in fascination as first one, then two of his fingers disappear inside of him.
He exhales a low moan. There’s already a slick of precum on his lower belly. I let go of my cock so I can run two fingers through it and nudge his hand out of the way. I play them around his hole, mixing precum and lube as I finger him, trying to block out the nervous energy buzzing through me. After a minute or two, Errol rocks his hips up and lets out a needy whine.
“Please, Ran. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
I move closer to him until our bodies are touching and reach for my cock. And that’s when I realize I’ve gone soft. My dick just sits in my hand like an unblown-up balloon; my face blazes hot.
“I’m sorry, I don’t —oh my God, thisneverhappens. It’s not you. I swear, it’s not you. I do want this — want you. I’m sorry, I —” I’m babbling like an idiot until Errol abruptly swings himself upright. He pulls me against him and shuts me up with a surprisingly fierce kiss.
“It’s OK. Really. We don’t have to do this,” he says after he lets me go.
I can tell Errol likes it when I tell him what to do. But I’m also wildly grateful that he just somehowsenseswhen I need him to step in and be in charge. Like in this awful moment of God-let-the-bed-just-swallow-me embarrassment.
“I want to! Honest-to-God. It’s not you —I swear. Just give me a minute.” As I’m speaking, I’m working on my dick, but it’s stubbornly refusing to play along. I bring the hand that’s not slicked with lube to my face and groan into it.
But when Errol takes ahold of my wrist, I let him lower my hand. Not like I can hide anythingfrom him. There’s a little frown pinching his brows together.Uh-oh. My heartbeat quickens a little. Did I piss him off? Offend him? Does he think I’m limp as fucking spaghetti right now because I’m not into him?Goddammit.
Errol interrupts my spiraling thoughts. “Maybe you need closure.”
“What?” Of all of the things I thought he might say, this wasn’t on the list. “I’m confused.”
“You know, from getting screwed over by your ex like that.”
I huff out a sigh of frustration. “I thought Ihadclosure. I thought selling the company out from under her and hoping she’d be maderedundantwould be enough.”
“Yeah, but that was just about the professional part of it. Not the personal betrayal.”
