“You,” he says, his breath husky and thick. “Sloane, I want you.”
The weight of those words is heavy in the air between us, drenched with promise and ruin.
“Are you sure?” I ask, finding his lips once more.
Oliver thrusts his wet, hard cock against me with a grunt.
“Yes, Sir,” he breathes. “I’m sure.”
I find his mouth and kiss him hard before I let go.
“Your wish is my command, Sir.”
I slowly amble off the bed and head for the nightstand. My heart races like a damn horse as I carefully open my drawer and take out my bottle of lube and two condoms.
All that can be heard is the sound of his labored breath.
“No condoms,” he breathes.
I turn to look at him, my eyebrows furrowed.
“My records are clean,” he says. “Don’t believe me, check my file.”
I know he isn’t lying, because Ididsee his file when I’d looked it up that first day—I’d gone over everything, so intrigued, and didn’t think too much of it, other than the man looked to be quite healthy with no pre-existing conditions or anything concerning.
“I know,” I say, holding his gaze. “As am I. Which I can show you if you like, but I did not want to assume—”
“I trust you,” Oliver says, his gaze glistening under the low light. “I trust you, Sloane.” The words are thick and feel like he’s trying to say something else, buttrustis what he lands on.
I set the condoms down and swallow nervously. I have only ever not used condoms once, when I was drunk. I’d panicked after, and nearly had a heart attack waiting for my test results, and when they came in with a clean bill of health, I swore I would never go without them again. Not unless I found someone I truly loved, which felt like a fairytale itself.
I know that doing this with Oliver will change things. I’m terrified of that.
But I also can’t shake the feeling that this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.
He is exactly the man I’ve been waiting for all my life, and I’m not going to waste another second feeling scared. Because when I look at him, I feel like I can do anything. I feel invincible.
I squirt some lube onto my fingers and rub it to warm it before I settle between his thighs and set the lube next to me on the sheets, knowing I’ll need more soon enough. I want this to feel good for him. No, not want,need.I need him to enjoy this as much as I know I’m going to.
Carefully, I caress his hole, massaging the tight skin as his body instantly tenses.
“Relax, little Rabbit,” I tell him. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Oliver’s eyes glaze over a bit and that wicked little smirk comes back to life.
“What if I want you to hurt me?” he asks petulantly.
I chuckle as I pass my finger over his hole again, slowly dipping the edge of inside and he tenses, but pushes against me barely a second later. He’s eager, and I can’t help that the sight of him like this—bound on my bed in my playroom trying to take as much of my damn finger as he can—isn’t arousing as fuck.
But it’s more than that, too.
The teal ribbon against his soft, pale skin.
His pink, kiss-swollen lips.
His thick, purple cockhead glistening with precum as it bounces freely.
He’s so fucking beautiful. And he’s mine.
