I stepped toward the mattress and fell onto it backward. He didn’t wait for me to get comfortable before he was on top of me, kissing down my throat and across my chest like he wanted to get his lips on every inch of my skin. He licked my right nipple, then sucked the nub between his teeth and tugged on it.
My cock jerked, and I whimpered, thrusting up to get some friction from him. “Please.”
He hummed and flicked his tongue against my nipple until it was red and swollen, then moved on to the other one to do the same. I couldn’t get enough of his touch, and I wanted more. Craved it.
“Please. Please, Yukio. Don’t tease me. I just want you inside me.”
He laid more kisses across my chest and down between my nipples, and I groaned in frustration, wriggling under his weight.
“Please. Don’t make me wait.”
“Shhh.” He worked his mouth up my throat again and under my chin, then across my cheeks and finally to my lips. He cupped my face and kissed me hard until I shuddered with the need to release. “I’m in charge, Hanii. Not you.”
I pouted, but the bastard grinned. He tickled his fingers over my thighs to the waistband of my briefs, and then he tugged them gently, urging me to lift my hips. I complied, letting him yank off my underwear, then throw them over his shoulder. My cock bounced and slapped against my belly, and it left a wet patch behind on my treasure trail.
He slid the tip of his finger down my length, nail scraping gently on my sensitive skin. I trembled, pleasure building up at the base of my spine. I was so close to coming that I was scared I would ruin it before he got inside me.
“You’re a dirty man, aren’t you?” he teased, brushing his thumb over my slit.
I hissed and thrust my hips. “Yes. No. I don’t know.”
He laughed. “You don’t know?”
“What do you want me to say?” I whispered desperately. “I’ll say anything.”
“Tell me the truth,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “How much have you thought about me fucking you?”
“Since we met.” I hooked my leg around his and dragged him closer. “Please fuck me. Please.”
“I like it when you swear.” Another kiss, but this one was against the corner of my mouth. “You really are such a dirty man. Wait here.”
I damned near whimpered when he pushed himself up and off me, leaving the room completely. I shuffled farther on the bed and wrapped my hand around my cock, tugging it lightly. The head was flushed red and precum was already leaking down my shaft. My balls pulled close to my body, on the brink of exploding.
When he finally returned, he’d gotten rid of his underwear somewhere along the way and he had condoms and lube in his hand. Seeing the items made reality set in, and I sucked in a deep, excited breath.
Yukio slotted the condom packet between his teeth and pulled at it, tearing the top. He spat out the piece of silver plastic in his mouth and yanked out the latex. Watching him slide on the condom and slick it up with lube was hypnotizing, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the sexy sight he made. Everything about him was addicting, from the tattoos that accentuated his slim chest and arms, to the piercings that impaled his eyebrows, ears, and nose.
He grinned at me as he strode back toward the bed. When he reached me, he threw the spare condoms on the nightstand before taking his sweet time to slide the rings off his fingers. He watched me, eyes hungry. In a simple look, he promised to consume me and take me in ways I couldn’t imagine.
Once he was done, he finally got onto the mattress, lube still clutched in his hand. “Lie on your back and spread your legs for me, Hanii. Show me that pretty hole of yours.”
I shivered but did as he ordered, bending my knees and opening myself to him.
His tongue glided across his already wet pink lips and the hunger in his eyes deepened. “That’s it. Fuck, look at that hole. I’m going to be the first guy to get my dick in there.” He kissed my knee. “I like that.”
I bit down on my lip, afraid to utter a word in case I said something to mess this up. I was thirty-eight, damn it. I shouldn’t be so nervous about sex. The ancient Greeks had sex to build relationships between soldiers who weren’t getting along. I could do this with a man I actually liked.
He flicked open the red minibottle of lube and the scent of candy teased my nose. I breathed in the aroma. After adding more of the liquid onto his fingers, he closed the lid and threw the bottle on the bed. I watched, holding my breath in anticipation, as he reached down between my legs. The scent of cherries danced in the air.
“Ready?” he growled out.
I nodded, unable to speak. I’d had my own fingers inside my hole, but having someone else’s spread me open was different. His digits were shorter, but I thought maybe they were thicker, too. He started with one, pushing gently inside. He was careful, taking my hand and laying a kiss on it.
The feeling of another man inside me, even if it was only his finger, was strange and new. Sparks of excitement and anticipation flickered in my stomach, and I wriggled, sending him a nervous smile. His eyes glittered and he laid another kiss on my knuckles as if to comfort me.
When he added a second digit, he stretched me by scissoring his fingers, and it was no different than when I did it, except they belonged tohimand not me. The way he stared at me melted my insides, and I thought I was going to die. I’d never had someone look at me the way he did, not even Candy when we first started dating.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
