Laiken groans. “Look at that pretty hole.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I cleaned myself extra good for him, but then his finger brushes over my hole, and words fail me. They slip away, and I concentrate on the feeling of his finger along my crack, pressing gently to my hole. Down along my taint and teasing my balls.
Fuck. I arch a little, trying not to moan. His hands leave my ass and run along my back, my neck, the backs of my legs, my waist. It feels as if he’s memorizing me, committing me to memory. My breath catches because I think maybe he’s doing it, knowing that this isn’t going to last much longer.
With that thought, I’m anxious to touch him, too. To learn every single inch of his body, inside and out. My thoughts freeze midstream when his hands come back to my ass, spreading my cheeks wide. Once again, his thumb pets my hole and he gently places pressure on it.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” Laiken asks.
I laugh. “No.” When he doesn’t respond, I ask, “Is that a disappointment?”
“No,” Laiken answers. “I guess maybe I’m a little irrationally irritated that someone else has touched you, but I’m not disappointed.”
“Well, that’s good. If we’re going to talk about experience, I think your list is far longer than mine.”
Laiken chuckles. “Tell me yours.”
“There really isn’t a whole lot to tell. I first started fooling around at sixteen, as teenagers do. Please don’t be one of those people who forget their teenage years and think kids should be celibate.”
He snorts. “No.”
“Okay, cool. I began messing around then. A week before graduation, I had sex for the first time. Wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever done. I learned how to do it better over the summer. Then there was college where it was a hellhole to be anything but straight, so for the most part, I fucked around with a couple of closeted DL guys. I slutted around a little bit last summer before heading back to Texas and school. That’s the last time I was touched, though. Nothing at school. The hate really kicked up a notch in the new dorm.”
“No one since you came home,” he notes.
I shake my head.
“Why?”
I lick my lips, closing my eyes. “I guess… I felt like a failure and that feeling has just carried around in all aspects of my life.”
“A failure,” Laiken repeats.
I nod. “I know I didn’t drop out of school for grades or because it was hard, but I still quit midsemester. My brain keeps telling me I failed.”
“Elijah,” he says, voice soft. I try to resist when he rolls me onto my back. “Nothing about what happened at school is your fault. You’renota failure. If I were you or your parent, I’d be suing the fuck out of that school for allowing harassment and bullying to continue and escalate.”
I smile softly. “Dad had the semester refunded.”
Laiken shakes his head. “That’s not enough. That’s not?—”
“I know. But all I want to do is put it behind me and never be in a place or situation like that again. All those people are going to have to live with their petty hate for the rest of their lives. That’s a miserable life.”
Laiken continues to look at me, his eyes watchful. Studying. His hand almost absently runs along the length of my cock as if he’s petting a dog.
“Your turn. Take your clothes off.”
His lips curl, and he bows his head. He’s already not wearing a shirt because this man rarely wears a damn shirt. Which means his tan line when his shorts come off is pronounced. My grin spreads wide.
“Just a suggestion, but I think you’re going to need to begin walking around nude. Just to even out your tan.”
Laiken chuckles. “Believe it or not, I used to spend a lot of time on Makara with just that thought, but it’s a lot more difficult than you might think. I’m choosing to be two-toned instead.”
I snort, but it’s hard to concentrate on my amusement when that magnificent dick is long, fat, and steely in front of me. “I would never have guessed you have such a long schlong.”
He bursts out laughing. “Oh god.”
Sitting up, I shove him down onto his back and climb on top of him, backing my ass right up to the pole that his cock is. Using the word pole to describe it makes me laugh. “I just had an image of dancing on your cock like it’s a stripper pole.”
