“Do it.”His hands claw at the sheets, then the air, then my shoulders, like he needs to anchor himself to something real before he comes apart completely.“Please.Fuck.I need it.”
I thought he might.I think he needs a lot more than my finger inside him.More than my anatomy can provide.
One step at a time.
I continue to hum around his hardness, working his shaft with my lips and a lot of saliva.Gathering that wetness, I swirl it around his anus and slowly, slowly, so fucking slowly press my smallest digit inside.
He’s only ever experienced dry, violent, excruciating penetration against his will.
This is his decision, not a taking, but a giving, his body stretching and inviting me in.
The vein in his neck stands out, pulsing under flushed skin.His chest rises fast as if he can’t haul air in or out.His legs tense, long muscles straining, every inch of him wound up and fighting to stay still.Fighting not to finish early.
I continue to work him, studying every adjustment and spasm, hyperaware of the heat, the lubrication, the way his cock fills my mouth and his ass grips my pinky finger.
His hips jerk involuntarily, his breath catching in short bursts, but he doesn’t pull away.He presses into my touch, driving deeper into my mouth, chasing more, more, more.
I hold him there, right at that trembling edge, giving him exactly what he asked for.
More.
Using the pad of my finger to locate his prostate, I stroke upward in a come-hither motion.Then I apply a steady pressure that bows his back off the bed.
“Fuck, Dove.I’m coming.Coming so hard.”He fists my hair and fucks my mouth, spilling heavy heat into my throat.
I savor the salty, clean taste of him, swallowing him down and stroking him through the release until he settles.
As I start to sit back, he grabs my hips and pulls me onto his chest, taking us both to the mattress.
“Where did you learn to do that?”His hands find my ass, his fingers absently kneading.
I’ve been with men who loved ass play.Over the years, a few taught me how to do it properly.One man, as it turns out, also liked my stepbrother’s dick in his ass.
Come to think of it, how many of my past lovers were secretly gay?How many was Jag fucking behind my back?
I wait for the anger to rise, but it doesn’t.Gavin lied to me about many things, the biggest one being his sexual orientation.But he didn’t deserve to die.
Regret is the emotion that squeezes my chest.I should’ve been more selective about my partners.Should’ve used better judgment rather than seeking a warm body out of loneliness and a desperate, misplaced need for love.
How pathetic.
“Whatever you’re thinking, knock it off.”Wolf grips my chin, forcing my eyes to his.“I will never shame you for the lovers you’ve had.But I will shamethem.”
“Why them?”
“Because they lost you.Tragic.”He runs his thumb over my Medusa piercing.“Their loss is my reward.”
My heart flutters.“How do you do that?”
“What?”
“Read me so clearly and say the right things.You’re too good to be true.”
“I’m just me.”He shrugs.“And I’m yours.”
This feeling he stirs… It’s not soft or floaty.It’s a pressure in my ribs.A rush of adrenaline.A pulse that won’t settle, no matter how still I sit.It’s my guard rising, then dropping, then rising again, fighting a battle I already lost.
“And I’m yours.”I kiss him slowly, languidly, and pull back, moving toward the bathroom.“I’m going to get ready for bed.”
