I’m guilty of this myself; I’ve been pigeonholing Gerald to the disadvantage of us both, because he’s clearly all over this. With an audible swallow, he makes to speak, then stops, as if thewords almost escaped but were pulled back. “Will you… would you top me?”
A hot ache runs through my veins, from my head the whole way to my toes. Tonight is taking a massive turn of events I absolutely did not ever see coming.
“Is that something you’d like?”
“Yeah.” Gerald looks up briefly, brown eyes hazed. A sheen of sweat coats his forehead. “I think I would.”
“Here? Now? Against the basin?”
“Yeah.” His voice breaks on a half laugh. “Why not?”
I knead his muscular cheeks, picturing my cock disappearing between them. “Nope, can’t come up with a single reason.”
He’s going to have to bend forward a bit more and spread even wider; he’s tall as fuck. My whole body thrumming with want, I give myself a quick squeeze. No, not a want, a need—like a tangible thread running under my skin, tugging me towards him. On my toes, I lean forward to peck a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Coming right back. Don’t move.”
CHAPTER 30
GERALD
When Alaric returns from the quickest lube dash ever, I’ve not shifted an inch. From the expression on his face, viewed back to front through the mirror, he’s as staggered as me. Facing away from the door with your arse hanging out and harsh bathroom spotlights lasering down from above is a haltingly vulnerable position.But there’s something about this man that makes me want things I didn’t even recognise I was missing. Being fucked by him is only one of them and I didn’t appreciate how much that had occupied my thoughts until he’d fooled around behind me as I stacked the dishwasher. I’ve never been comfortable enough to open up either my mind or my body with anyone else.
Planting a second kiss between my shoulder blades, Alaric settles behind me once more. He pushes my pyjamas down and taps my thigh to get me to step out of them before nudging my knees more apart.
I flinch at the crackling of the condom packet and, when the snap and stretch of latex follows, grip the sink even harder. Even picturing Alaric rolling it over his pretty erection doesn’t help.
“Your knuckles are white,” he observes and circles my waist, so I’m pressed up against him. “Am I the only one you’ve ever done this with?”
“Yeah,” I confirm, my throat dry. “The others were all nines and tens.”
“Fucker.No pressure, then.” Chuckling softly, he snuggles his cheek against my back. “But seriously?”
“Yeah,” I reply. “I’ve never. I… I guess I get typecast too.”
“Okay but why now? Why me? Why now at the grown- up age of thirty-four do you want meand my pencil dickto pop this particular cherry? ‘Cos I need to warn you, I’m way more experienced the other way around.”
“Because I trust you.” Alaric’s blue eyes track me in the mirror as he takes that on board.Because I love you, I stop myself from adding in the nick of time. Thankfully, the sudden undeniable truth of it steals my breath. “I know you won’t screw it up,” I say instead. “You’re a grown up, too.”
Doing what he does best, Alaric patches the moment with noise. “Super grown up. And super trustworthy. I’m not saying you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Elsa’s pushing six, which in doggy years is over forty, and she’s learned a doggy version of the can-can so…and I can’t blame you for waiting for an expert urologist to come along and be your first time. Mine was a scrawny student from Chelmsford. He?—”
“Alaric.” I only need to say it once in that tone for him to instantly quieten. “Babe. I love your stories, but be a good boy and get on with it?”
“Um… yeah, okay.”
Still holding me tightly against him, he taps a slippery lubed finger against my pucker a couple of times, probing at the resistance. “Just doing a mic check.” He snorts a nervous laugh. Astonishingly, we’re both still hard. “Has anyone ever donethis?” I tense as the first knuckle slips inside. “Has someone ever touched you here?”
“No.” The word comes out on a low groan. “Fuck, nor there.” He sinks deeper, effortlessly locating my prostate. “Shit, that’s?—“
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“You’re… already you’re hitting my…yeah.”
His lips are hot against my ear. “Don’t want to brag, Big G, but a bloke’s internal anatomy is kind of the day job. I’d be a fool if I didn’t transfer a few of my professional skills into a more private arena.”
My dick is a mite softer than before, so he goes slow, bringing it back to life with his hand whilst his fingers open me up. He takes his time.
“You don’t have to be so gentle.”
“Sure I do. I want to do it right.” He huffs a laugh. “And also, because you edge me to fuck, and this is payback.”
