His cock twitched, and okay, yeah, he was doing this. With Riordan.
Becauseit was Riordan, and that’s what he wanted.
Riordan’s pupils dilated a little at whatever scent he got off Wade, fingers flexing but not in a way that hurt. “I would like you to tell me what you want. I only want to do what you want.”
“You. I want you.” Wade let go of the countertop and hesitantly reached for the edge of the towel, tugging on it lightly. “Without this.”
Riordan smiled slightly, amusement mingling with lust in his gaze, in his scent. “Okay.”
He took Wade’s hand and, rather than strip right there in the kitchen, led him back to the bedroom. A tiny bit of trepidation slid through Wade’s mind, and he squashed it. This wasn’t like any of his previous experiences—Riordan wasn’t like any of the people who had ever hurt him.
Riordan washischoice, and that made all the difference.
For all that Wade wanted this, he had no idea where to start. But Riordan made that easy for him, those warm, strong hands divesting him of his clothes one piece at a time in between kisses that neatly distracted Wade from getting naked with a person of his choosing for the first time in his entire life.
The air in the bedroom was cool from the air-conditioning, but Wade barely noticed, always running hot and feeling hotter in that moment as Riordan finally tossed his towel aside. Wade swallowed thickly and let himself look at Riordan’s cock and think about how he wanted to touch it. Then there was no thinking involved, only doing, when Riordan took Wade’s hand and guided it to his cock, pressing Wade’s fingers around it.
“Anything you want,” Riordan said with a soft groan before kissing Wade with a bit more intent. “However you want it. We go at your pace. If you say stop, we stop.”
Stroking another guy’s cock wasweird, but in a good way, Wade decided. The way Riordan grew harder beneath his fingers was enticing, and the thought of getting that cock in him hit like an electric shock that held only pleasure and no fear.
Did he want to go that far? He poked at that thought a bit while stroking Riordan’s cock before deciding that yeah, he did, because it was Riordan.
“I want you in me,” Wade said after a few more kisses that grew increasingly more desperate while his own cock got harder.
Riordan didn’t respond in words, which was fine by Wade when he found himself guided backward to the bed. He moved clumsily, distractedly, not wanting to let Riordan go but also wanting to lick the water off his skin. Sinking down on the bed was nice, and having Riordan follow him down should have been nice as well. But the second Riordan caged his body in, Wade went rigid, fingernails one shift of mass away from becoming talons where they pressed against Riordan’s ribs.
“Wade,” Riordan said quietly, no fear in his voice. “Look at me.”
Wade didn’t realize his breathing had kicked up fast until he locked eyes with Riordan. “Um.”
Riordan eased up a little, revealing more of the ceiling and the room, and Wade found it easier to breathe. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”
Wade swallowed, steadying himself, refusing to feel ashamed for the reaction he’d just had. “Maybe not like this?”
“Do you still want to? We can stop and just sleep.”
Wade shook his head. “No, I want to.”
Riordan didn’t question his request and immediately pulled back. “Come here.”
It took some maneuvering, but eventually, Riordan was leaning against the headboard, propped up by a couple of pillows, and Wade was sitting in his lap with an easy means of escape. Not that he wanted to escape, not with the stupidly hot way that Riordan was stroking their cocks together in one big, warm hand, lube from a bottle that Wade knew he hadn’t requested from the hotel easing the friction.
“That wasn’t in the bathroom when I first checked in,” Wade muttered, head tilted toward where the small bottle wasdiscarded on the bed. The angle let Riordan kiss down his throat in a distracting way.
“Call me hopeful.”
“Sure, Hopeful. Just keep touching me like that.”
It was honestly difficult to think around the sensation of Riordan’s fingers on his cock. The firm but careful drag of fingers over his length sent sparks zinging up his spine, making Wade rock into the touch. He ran his fingers through Riordan’s damp hair, over the breadth of his shoulders, memorizing the feel of him. Riordan’s sealskin was draped in jacket form over the back of the chair in the corner, but Wade didn’t miss it at all.
He couldn’t, not when he had Riordan underneath him, pressed close, the selkie’s heartbeat loud in Wade’s ears.
It was easy to get distracted by Riordan’s fingers and mouth, the flex of muscle beneath his searching hands. But then all his focus snapped to attention, and Wade went still when slick fingers slid over his ass.
Riordan’s hands stayed where they were when he turned his head, capturing Wade’s mouth in a slow, deep kiss, giving him all the room he wanted to flee if he needed to. “We can stop.”
“No, I want to. I just—” Wade broke off, swallowing, staring at Riordan. “I haven’t had sex where it didn’t hurt and?—”
