“Thought you would say that,” he said, then chuckled, and the rich sound made the room homier. I loved his voice. He nuzzled between my cheeks. We’d been working for days, but that didn’t seem to be on his radar. My stomach clenched. He wanted me in any shape I was in.
“You know, I love how polite Vail is. It’s part of what drew me to him in the first place.” He brushed his lips on my sunburned arse, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. It hurt but not as bad as I’d expected.
“Aye, I know. Ye’ve told me that. Why do ye like me then?” My stomach fell at top speed, maybe because I’d been awake so long. I certainly didn’t give a shite about hearing sweet nothings and bullshite from Aspen. I punched the pillow.
He hummed. “Why do you like me?”
“What a cop out,” I snarked. “Answering a question with a question. Ye don’t make things too fecking complicated,” I fired back without thinking.
“Same.” He laughed, and I moaned when he sank his teeth into the bottom part of my arsecheek where it wasn’t as badly burned.
“Ye motherfecking arsehole.” I started shoving up onto my knees, but he grabbed my legs and jerked them back at the same time he buried his face between my cheeks, and the fight flew right out of me as his tongue swiped over my hole. I was so exhausted, and his warm, quick tongue felt so good that I simply spread my legs and settled in to enjoy. It didn’t make any sense to chase him off when it felt so bloody good anyway.
The click of the lube bottle opening had me tensing. “I said ye weren’t—”
“I know,” he replied simply. He went back to eating my arsehole like it was a world-class dessert, and I melted against the bed again. The sneaky bastard got a finger in next to his tongue, and before I could tell him not to fecking do it, he slid it inside me. I was so relaxed that it went right in. I shivered at the sensation.
“Ye’re a liar.”
“I’m not.” He fucked his finger in and out. “This isn’t fucking.”
“It is. Sort of.” I shrugged but didn’t try to move. It didn’t hurt—it was simply strange.
“Give me twenty minutes. If it doesn’t feel good, I’ll take it out.” He lapped at my hole. Tricky.
“That’s a long fecking time. Ye have ten.”
Aspen snorted but sounded amused, and he went back to licking around my hole as he teased his finger inside, but if he thought he was going to go from that finger to his cock, he was absolutely mad.Ifhe went for it, which I didn’t think he really would, butifhe did, I would knock him on his arse and he would regret it.
I was working up to telling him I was finished, ten minutes or not, when he slid his finger deeper. “Have you done this at all to yourself?”
“No,” I muttered. “The toys I bought for meself went on me cock. I had an electric stim once that would shock the hell out of me prostate and that was too much.” I shuddered. It would get me off, but I would be tender for hours afterward. Some people loved that jolt but not me. “It went on the outside.”
He kissed the back of my knee and it both hurt and tickled as his short beard scraped along my skin, and then he shifted his finger. I gasped at a swell of pleasure as he pressed against that good spot in my ass. I went after Vail’s and Fallon’s prostates regularly, so I knew what he was doing, and they clearly liked it when I fucked them, but I hadn’t expected the full-body warm tingle that swelled in my stomach and danced along my shaft.
“Ten minutes,” I reminded him, then cleared my throat.
He laughed, and after that he caressed his finger along that same spot until I was humping against the bed. I didn’t know when it happened, but he got another finger in there and changed up what he was doing. I honestly couldn’t tell anymore what technique he was using. I knew all about circling the P-spot and tapping it and teasing the area around it, but whatever the feck he was up to, my stomach twisted into a heated knot. I was ready to spill jizz all over his nice clean bed.
Moaning, I moved my face, because I’d had it buried in the pillow, and I sucked in deep breaths.
“Want me to stop? I think it has been ten minutes?”
Theeejitsounded far too smug. “Yes,” I said, spite fueling the words.
He quit doing whatever it was he’d been up to in my arse, and a horrible needy sound left my throat.
“Do you mean that?” he asked, and his voice was pure sex. I closed my eyes tight. “Do you really want me to stop?”
“Feck ye. Damn it. No.”
He laid a kiss on the base of my spine and started back up in a quick rhythm that had me fucking backward to get more of his touch. I was on the edge and thought about sliding a hand underneath myself to tug on my cock when the tension tipped over into pleasure and my insides rippled with a strange orgasm that made me flush hot from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. Pleasure rushed around in my groin, and I came, but my balls didn’t unload, or at least, it didn’t feel like it. There was a dribble that left my cock and felt odd. The sweet heat kept going, longer than I’d thought it would, and I shuddered.
“Christ, it’s good. Ye fecking milked me.”
“Roll over,” he said, and I groaned when he pulled his fingers out of my hole.
“Feck, no. The sunburn. I’m comfortable.” There was a knock on the door and rage immediately flashed through me. “Fecking what?” I bellowed.
