I’d expected him to fuck me when he’d joined me in the shower a few minutes later, but he’d done something I hadn’t been prepared for.
He’d held me.
That was it.
He’d just wrapped his strong arms around me from behind and stood under the spray of hot water with me as he’d bathed me insoft kisses. His erection had been nudging my ass, but he hadn’t pinned me to the wall and shoved into me or maneuvered me to the floor and mounted me from behind. Those were the things I’d wanted him to do because I could deal with sex. I was good at sex…it was my primary language, after all.
But all he’d done was hold me for the longest time and then he’d washed me. While sex may not have been his motive for joining me, by the time he’d finished showering his attention on me, I’d been so hard that it had been painful and I’d jerked us both off as Magnus’s body had forced me back against the wall and he’d planted his hands on either side of my head. And all the while as I’d been fisting our cocks with one hand, he’d been murmuring praise in my ear…how good it felt, how beautiful I was.
It had terrified me.
And I’d wanted to run again.
I’d managed to keep it together long enough to get dried off, but watching Magnus work the towel over his own hard, muscled body had become a much more effective distraction. He’d noticed me watching him, but hadn’t commented. Probably because he’d been watching me in much the same way. I’d been about to drop to my knees to take his beautiful cock in my mouth, but Magnus had brushed a kiss over my mouth and told me to get in bed. He hadn’t bothered with any clothes as he’d swept my wet clothes off the floor and left the bathroom, giving me a glorious view of his ass. I’d managed to dig a pair of briefs out of my bag and pull them on before getting into bed like he’d told me. Excitement had filtered through me as I’d waited for him to return because I’d been sure he was finally going to fuck me again. But it wasn’t just my body that had been teeming with need; I’d needed the pleasure to chase away the fear.
Because I’d been sure Magnus would come to his senses at any moment. Sex would have bought me a little more time with him and it would have given me back some of the control he’d so effectively stripped from me.
He might have said he wanted the real me, butIdidn’t want anything to do with the real me.
When Magnus had returned to the room, his cock semi-hard, I’d been beyond ready and when he’d gotten in bed with me and told me to turn on my stomach, I’d happily complied. But he hadn’t stripped my underwear off and pushed into me. Hell, he hadn’t even touched my ass.
He’d kissed me.
Everywhere.
Softly, reverently.
And then his fingers had followed.
It was the strangest fucking foreplay I’d never known.
And I’d loved it.
“Dante,” Magnus murmured and I felt him tap on my back impatiently. He’d been writing words on my back with his finger for several minutes now and I had yet to get one right. Not that I cared because I was trapped in a haze of sensual pleasure.
“Dick,” I suggested.
Magnus laughed and I turned my head so I was looking at him instead of the window on the opposite side of the bedroom.
“I never said it was a dirty word,” he said.
“Maybe I’m trying to tell you something,” I responded as I flexed my ass. The move definitely caught his attention because his nostrils flared and his eyes filled with heat. He was lying on his side and using one arm to support his head so he could watch what he was doing to me.
“Get this word right, and maybe I’ll accommodate you,” he said huskily.
“Fine,” I groused. “If a relationship means it always takes this much work to get laid, no thanks.”
I jumped when Magnus’s big hand gently slapped my ass. He rubbed the sting away as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “I promise to make it worth your while.” He punctuated his words by pressing his finger into my crease. I wished like hell I hadn’t put the damn briefs on before getting into bed.
“Magnus,” I growled when he continued to tease me with his hand and his tongue which was tracing the shell of my ear.
“My poor Dante,” he murmured, his lips skimming over theback of my neck and along my shoulder as he removed his hand from my backside. “I’ll make it easy on you, okay? One letter at a time.”
“And then you fuck me,” I said grouchily.
Magnus ignored my comment and traced a letter on my back. My painfully hard cock had me concentrating this time around.
“P.”
