“Feck yes, finally.”
Aspen smiled as I got comfortable on him.
“So, you really want me?” He sounded a bit too smug, and my internal bullshite detector began to buzz and let me know maybe I was missing something, but I gave him a wide grin.
“Who wouldn’t?”
He squeezed the back of my neck and brought me in for another kiss. I heard thesnick—a familiar noise—and it tickled my brain, but when I tried to turn my head to look at what he was up to, he sucked on my tongue. The tease of his lips had my nipples tingling, which was peculiar, but all I could do was feel while he was somehow winning this wrestling match as I was inside his mouth. I groaned and pumped my slicked-up cock against his, chasing after the sizzle of bliss that was just out of reach.
“You liked what I did last night, right?” he asked.
One of his lubed fingers tapped on my arsehole. Sneaky fecker. “Ye want to do that before I feck ye?” I asked, but everything in my body felt brilliant, and even though it was a bit odd, the orgasm I got from him using his fingers to hammer my spot wasn’t bad—precisely the opposite. “Fine,” I mumbled, then licked along his collarbone, chasing the slight tang of salt on his skin.
Aspen sank one finger in, then two, but it wasn’t the best angle for him to diddle my prostate. I went after what I wanted, moving around and sliding my body up a bit, so he could tap the button in my arse and start that slow trickle of sensations that made everything feel good in my middle.So good.My cockhead pulsed, keeping tempo with my heart.
“Feck, I should be doing this for ye,” I mumbled against Aspen’s lips.
He hummed.
I leaned back to frown at him as he eased his fingers out.
Aspen grabbed my hips and slid me back down. I froze as his cock tapped against my arse, leaving a smear of precum on my cheek that quickly cooled and gave me a shiver.
“Ye feck.”
He chuckled and waggled his eyebrows. “I just spent more time prepping you than I ever have Vail or Fallon.”
“Don’t think that’s fair, but aye, ye likely did.” I narrowed my eyes on him. “So fecking what?”
He shrugged. “So, if they can handle my dick, don’t you think you can?”
Irritation blazed through me, the urge to tell him to piss off on the tip of my tongue. I wasn’t so stupid I couldn’t work out I’d been set up, but at the same time, now he’d managed to snag my pride. “Feck.”
He rubbed his hands along my thighs, and I liked it. I fecking loved everything about this. I got into a better position and slid my legs on either side of him, sitting up a bit.
“Ye’re lucky ye look so good or I’d go to the bathroom and jerk off, then toss yer arse off the balcony.”
He shook his head at me. “You done?”
“No.” I reached back and grasped him, and his cock felt a hell of a lot bigger when I was considering allowing him to stuff it in my arse. I moved around and lined him up, but I couldn’t bring myself to sink onto him, and he didn’t try to fuck up into me—although, he could’ve easily done it. “I don’t think I can.”
He settled back onto a pillow almost like he was getting ready to be there for a good long while. “I did say you could fuck me.”
“Don’t look at me all superior.” I thumped his chest with my fist, but not very hard, and he snagged my wrist and jerked me forward. I hissed as he canted his hips and his cockhead nudged harder against my hole. It wouldn’t take much for him to be in me.
“I’m not looking like anything.”
“Arsehole. Ye are. Ye think ye’re better at taking it than me? I ain’t ever seen ye do it.”
Aspen clasped my cock loosely between his fingers and stroked me. I moaned and hung my head, watching him touch me that way while he toyed with my arse by barely moving his hips.
“You’re the one doing all the talking. I’m not saying a word,” he murmured.
I punched the bed as hard as I could to let out some of my frustration. “Ye are.”
Aspen lifted his hips and was so close to popping into my body that I quickly lost sense of what we were doing and started to wish he would just fill me. Sweat broke out on my forehead and my thighs trembled until I clenched them tighter against his sides.
“Am I fucking you?” he asked, voice barely a whisper between us.
