“Try.” I put my hand over his, and he looks up at me. “You can tell me anything; you know that. I won’t judge you. I never could.”
Vanian searches my eyes, and in his, I see flashes of tormented secrets. I know him well enough to know hewantsto tell me, but he’s afraid of my reaction.
I lift his hand and kiss it. “You can trust me.”
Instead of speaking, he lunges forward and presses his lips to mine. Within seconds, we dissolve into a heated kiss, Vanianpushing me back and climbing on top of me as our tongues wind together. His weight on me is delicious, his kiss sensual, and for a guy who just realized his possible bisexuality, he sure is into it.
But he’s also avoiding the conversation. Doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. I could push him away and force the talk, but those thoughts quickly fade as I lose myself in his touch. His cock swells, digging into my thigh, and I desperately want to touch it, get my mouth on it, taste his cum.
Vanian roughly grips my hip, grinding our bodies together as he tears his mouth from my lips and moves to my neck. He kisses and sucks the tender flesh there, bucking into me.
“I want to tie you up and fuck you for days,” he whispers, biting my earlobe. “I want to discover all the ways I can make you scream for me.”
“Fuck.” I moan, clawing his shoulders. “Please do that.”
“I will, gorgeous.” His hands slide under my shirt. “Your skin is soft.”
I rub against him like an animal in heat, frustrated by the lack of contact between us.
“Ooh, you know what would be really hot?” He drags his tongue up the column of my neck. “I could tie you up and let the vibrator drain you over and over again, make your hole so fucking needy for me, until you’d literally beg for my cock to finish you off.”
My stomach flips and my balls tighten. “God, yes.”
Vanian tears at my jeans, practically ripping them open. He reaches in, grabbing my swollen cock and gently squeezing it.
“Is it weird to you?”
His brow creases. “What?”
“Touching a dick that isn’t yours.”
He shakes his head. “Not weird. Exciting. New.” He reaches farther down and tickles my hole with his fingertip. “Want to get in there.”
“You can fuck me, Van. You can do anything you want to me.”
We stop kissing and everything else and just gaze into each other’s eyes. Slowly, a smile spreads across his lips, and before I can ask, he’s tugging my jeans to my ankles and kneeling between my legs. He looks down at my hard, leaking cock, exhales slowly, then looks up at me again.
“I want to suck your cock.”
Far be it from me to block a man from his goals.
Chapter 17
Vanian
Never have I ever thought I’d have a hard dick staring me in the face and be ready to put it in my mouth, but here we are.
I stroke it first, noting the engorged veins and the way his skin ripples with every touch. His balls are pretty large, and there’s something tempting about those too, so I reach down and gently massage them.
Nantes moans, nodding as his teeth sink into his bottom lip. I know his ultimate fantasy is to be used, but maybe just this once, I can indulge. I just need to figure out a way to do it that still lights him up. I want to give that to him. It’s the least I can do.
An idea comes to me and my stomach flutters with excitement. “You’re gonna be so good for me right now, aren’t you, Nan?”
He nods, his cheeks flushing a beautiful shade of pink. “Anything you want.”
“Good.” Reaching up, I brush my thumb across his bottom lip, smiling as he flicks his tongue out to taste my skin. “I wantyou to show me how it’s done. Fuck my throat with everything you’ve got. Teach me so I can give you everything you need.”
“Fuck,” he moans, slightly bucking his hips.
