I was already hard but when Oliver says things like that, I swear I could come hands-free.
I slide my fingertips down his back, leaving little scratch marks on his tan skin.
Fuck, I want him.
I don’t even want him to know how badly I need his ass right now.
“After tonight, I don’t want you playing games like that with boys from Double Daggers.”
“I do what I want.”
“If you’re going to be my boyfriend, Ollie, I’m doing it right. Other men won’t be putting their lips anywhere near you.”
He puffs out a breath.
“It’s not like you put your lips anywhere near me, either,” he mutters.
I reach up and smack my free hand down on his ass.
He grunts as the motion makes his hole stretch around my fingers even more.
“No. But I’m going to fuck you like you’re finally my possession.”
I crack the lube again and slick my cock, which is painfully hard now.
I watch the planes of muscle tense and relax on his back. So beautiful.
How many times am I going to come thinking of you, today?
New personal record.
When I line my tip up with his hole he already gasps for me.
“Jesus,” he whispers.
I hum. “It’s not eveninyet.”
I give him the first inch and he presses his palms flat against my bedsheets.
I go slower than I normally would. He wants me to break him, but I’m going to want to fuck him a lot, and I can’t use his ass if he’sallthe way broken.
“Fuck,Berlant,” he utters.
“Tell me you want me,” I whisper.
I watch his fingers curl on the sheets. His voice isstrained. “You know I do.”
“Tell me you want me more than you want anyone else.”
“So self-absorbed.”
“But is it the truth?”
He exhales as I push another inch deeper into him.
He pauses for a while, breathing deep, and I watch his back rise and fall with each breath.
Goddamn perfect fucking body, Ashford.
