My eyes dropped before I could help it, and, fuck—he was already hard, thick, and gorgeous in a way that made my mouth go dry.My tongue darted across my lips before my brain could catch up.
Eddie smirked, slow and devastating.“See something you like?”
“More than something,” I muttered, voice rough.
His laugh was low, sinful.“Then show me.”
I pulled him down onto the bed, my hands greedy now, no hesitation left.His mouth claimed mine like he’d rehearsed it for years, but refused to let it become anything less than real.Not a performance.Not a press release.Just breath against breath, hunger meeting hunger.
When the kiss deepened, when heat started to burn between us, he pulled back just far enough to meet my eyes again.Asking the question without words.
I answered with my hands, with the sound that left me when everything inside me finally hit the right chord.
“Tell me what you want?”
“Y ...you.”
Eddie’s hand lingered on my cheek, thumb brushing the skin beneath my eye like he could erase the exhaustion.His gaze burned, not just with hunger, but with something deeper—something that made my throat close.
“Barret,” he whispered.“Let me take care of you.”
I nodded, the wordless ache in me louder than anything I could’ve said.
He kissed me again, deep and consuming, while his hand slid down, skimming my chest, my stomach, until he was pushing my briefs off the rest of the way.He dropped them to the floor with his towel, leaving nothing between us.
My cock sprang free—hard, flushed, aching in a way that made me shiver under his gaze.His eyes dragged down, lingering on me, and the way he looked—hungry and reverent all at once—made my skin burn hotter than the alcohol ever had.
“Beautiful,” Eddie whispered, his fingers brushing along the length of me, teasing the sensitive head with a slow stroke.My hips jerked at the contact, a strangled sound spilling out before I could stop it.
I trembled with nerves and want, every part of me strung tight, caught between the vulnerability of being seen like this and the desperate relief of finally giving in.
Then he reached into the nightstand like he already knew what I’d need—condoms, slick foil packet catching the light.He tore one open with his teeth, eyes never leaving mine, as if he needed me to see every choice he made.
“Safe,” he murmured, rolling it on with practiced ease, his voice ragged.“You’re always safe with me.”
My chest squeezed with something sharp and tender all at once.
He slicked himself with lube, warm and wet between us, then his fingers trailed lower, circling me gently.My whole body jolted at the touch, hips twitching, a gasp breaking free as my muscles clenched around nothing, anticipation clawing at my nerves.
“Easy,” Eddie soothed, kissing the corner of my mouth, his voice low and coaxing.“Don’t rush.I’ll get you ready.I promise.”
One finger pressed in, slow, stretching me just enough to make me groan into his neck.He moved carefully, stroking deep, letting me adjust before sliding in a second.The stretch burned, but then—God—the sparks shot through me, pleasure cutting sharp enough to leave me trembling.
“That’s it,” he whispered against my skin, his lips brushing my jaw as his fingers worked me open.“Breathe for me.You’re doing so good.”
I clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, torn between wanting him deeper and fearing how much more there was to take.He crooked his fingers just right, stroking that spot inside me until my cock leaked against my stomach, smearing wet heat between us.
“Fuck,” I gasped, unable to hold it back.
He smiled, kissing my temple, his breath warm.“You’re gorgeous like this.So fucking perfect for me.”
When he slid a third finger inside, I shook, a ragged sound breaking from my throat.Every nerve in my body lit up, strung tight between pain and pleasure, need and fear.Eddie slowed, pressing his forehead to mine, grounding me with soft kisses across my face—the corner of my mouth, my cheekbone, the hollow of my jaw.
“Almost there,” he murmured, his voice wrecked, trembling with the effort to hold back, his forehead pressed to mine.“You’re opening up so beautifully.I’ve got you, B.Just let me in.”
I nodded, voice cracking.“Yes.Please, Eddie.I need you.”
His hand cupped my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek as if I might break.“Then I’ll give you everything.But slow—only what you can take.”
