His mouth followed. Cy kissed me hard, the same way he had in the barn that first time, but now I was ready. I met him in the middle, grabbing the hair at the back of his head to pull him against me, and he followed. Our tongues collided. Our bodies pressed closer, and the heat between us cranked up a few notches.
I sucked at his lips. He devoured mine, kissing them hard before moving to my beard, the edge of my jaw, and then my neck. I could feel his fingers digging into my body, clinging to me like he was convinced I'd pull away, but I didn't want him to stop. No, I reached down for the loose fabric at his waist and did my best to pull his shirt up and off.
Cy reached back to help get it off, tossing that away, but then he pulled at mine. "I'm not trying to get back together with Kindle."
I just kissed him again, stopping that before he could keep going. "Don't want to hear about that man."
I felt Cy's lips curl. "What do you want, Luke?"
My fingers hooked on the waistband of his jeans, and I pulled him closer. "You."
He shoved an arm out, palm against the wall, holding his body off mine. "I need a little more than that."
So I thrust myself against him, feeling the hard ridge of his dick beneath my erection. "I want you, Cy. I want to kiss you again, get your damned jeans open, my hand in there, and see what comes next." My fucking heart was going much too fast. "I'm not asking to fuck you." And now my mouth had gone dry. "I'm asking you to fuck me. I'm falling in love with you, you fucking idiot. I've been standing here saying that. Don't you get it? This is me fucking trying!"
He kissed me again, and if anything, it was harder than before. His tongue thrust deep into my mouth, and I took it, struggling to keep up, but his hands had already moved. Both of them were on the front of my jeans, popping the buckle of my belt free - and then he just yanked.
I tried to reach for him, but the man kept kissing me as he batted my hands away. I heard his zipper go down, and then his fingers wrapped around my dick. I tilted my head back to groan, but before a sound could come out, I felt him. His hand clenched us together, skin to skin, and he bucked into it, sliding his dick against mine.
My fucking knees about gave out. "God," I groaned.
So he did it again. "You deserve more than a fuck against the wall."
"Don't want more," I panted as I pumped into his hand.
This time, he was the one groaning in pleasure. "You are a hotheaded bastard, aren't ya?" Immediately, his hand was gone and he spun me back around. "Fucking stay there, Luke."
I did, but I still looked back. Cy was digging for his wallet. I half expected the man to pull out a condom. Safe sex and all that - but what he found was a small packet. Then another. His wallet got tossed at the bed, then he used his teeth to rip open the first one. Spitting out the corner he'd just bit off, Cy palmed my ass, easing my jeans a little further down.
"Ever done this before?" he asked, caressing me gently.
"No," I admitted, but the word had almost no sound.
His lips found the back of my neck. "Scared?"
"Little bit." I turned my head just a bit more to find him right there.
"I will not hurt you," he swore. Then I heard plastic crinkle. "Spread your legs, Luke. I'm going to take real good care of you."
I obeyed, but Cy just caressed my ass again. It felt fucking good. Standing like this made me realize what Violet was talking about when she said vulnerable. I was at his mercy, and part of me hated it, but I wanted him even more. My fucking dick was throbbing. My heart was racing.
Then Cy opened the second little package. This time, I realized it was lube, and he emptied it into his hand. I barely had time to think about that before two fingers slid right down the crack of my ass, stopping at the pucker. I sucked in a breath, because this man didn't tease. He pushed, and I felt his hand slip inside me.
"You can't love me," Cy whispered.
"Your favorite color is violet," I said. "Your problem is that you always care too much. You try to distract yourself with sex because that's easier. Because no one has stopped long enough to make you realize that your heart and your dick can work together."
He pressed his hand a little deeper, making me forget the damned good point I'd been making. "Why me, Luke?"
He tilted his hand and fucking pressed on something, and it felt so fucking good. "Because you make me feel like a man," I mumbled, pushing back onto his hand. "Fuck. That's good." Then he started pumping, but I wasn't done with that point. "Because I can see the one thing they can't."
His hand paused.
So I kept going before I forgot. "You love hard, Cy. You love with everything you've got. That's why you try so hard not to do it. And that's why I can't help but."
"You fucking idiot," he gasped, but his hand was gone. And then I felt something else pushing against my ass. Something soft, but not. "You were supposed to be a distraction." Then he pressed. "Breathe out, Luke."
I exhaled and as my body relaxed, he pushed in. The moment I realized what was happening, I sucked back in that breath, and Cy stopped. His mouth found the back of my shoulder. His hand gently caressed my side. He didn't say anything else, but I could feel it. Every touch. Every single caress. This wasn't a man trying to get himself off. This was a man trying to take care of me.
