The change in size was jarring and my back arched, shoving my chest into his face. I whimpered, and Riggs took one of my nipples between his teeth, biting downhardat the same time he pulled the much smaller than I was used to toy out of my ass. I cried out, not embarrassed by the outburst, and he dropped the plug on the floor and returned both his hands to my body. He petted his fingers all over me, using his tongue to apologize to my still-hard nipple, and he made no argument when I loopedmy arms around his shoulders and tangled my fingers into his hair. He even groaned when I tugged gently on the ends, tipping his head back and staring up at me.
“Smith, I…” He stopped himself again, lashes fluttering when I tucked his hair behind his ears. Riggs exhaled, his breath warm against my throat.
“After I come,” I told him, finishing off the fantasy, “you take me into the shower and we take turns washing each other.”
He smiled at me, eyes falling closed.
“You’re extra careful with my hole and all the places you’ve bruised me.”
Riggs huffed, sinking his nails into the fleshiest part of my ass. “No bruises tonight, baby.”
Feeling bold, I moved his hand to the inside of my thighs, to the places he’s used the clothespins. The O-ring on my wrist cuffs rattled, and I’d never felt more naked.
“Not even here?”
He tipped me back and looked down at my thighs.
“Maybe here,” he conceded. “So what you’re saying is I owe you some aftercare and some attention?”
Riggs lifted my wrist toward his mouth, kissed the place the leather met my skin before undoing the strap and letting it fall to the floor. He repeated the same move with the other hand, then brought them both back to his mouth, held tight in one of his hands. He slid the other under my thigh and hoisted us both up from the chair.
I made a high-pitched squeal, wrapping my legs around his waist when he stood since he’d limited the use of my hands.
“I won’t let you fall,” he promised, kissing my temple and carrying me to the bathroom.
He didn’t even realize it was a lie. It wasn’t his fault, though. He was just too late.
I’d fallen the first time I laid eyes on him, and there was no turning back.
CHAPTER 28
RIGGS
Damon was going to have a field day when I told him I’d fallen in love with Smith. Thankfully, I’d already gotten the best friend stamp of approval, but I also knew my return to romance was something Damon had long hoped for but never expected. I also hadn’t planned on it. When he was alive, Ev had been it for me, and after he died, I didn’t think anyone would be able to come close enough to make trying again worth my time. Not that I compared the two men. They were different in nearly every way except for how tight my chest got when I thought about them both. And in my shower with his still swollen cock and his lust-drunk eyes, my chest was so constricted it was hard to breathe.
“I didn’t know how much I needed that,” Smith muttered, dropping his forehead against my chest and letting the warm water in the shower rain down across his shoulders.
“Needed what?” I pressed a kiss against the side of his head. “An orgasm?”
He lifted his hands and softly bracketed them over my hips, face still pressed against me. Slowly he rolled his forehead across my pec, a no.
“To be seen,” he admitted. “To be treated like a man.”
I reached for the cutout in the shelf that held my loofah and soap. I lathered the former up and wrung it out against the top of Smith’s back, letting the bubbles race down his spine and over the swell of his ass.
“Are you not usually?”
I lifted an arm and washed his pit before running my soapy fingers over the ridges of his ribs.
‘You met my brother,” he grumbled. “They all treat me like I’m still a baby.”
“You are, to them.” I turned Smith until his back aligned with my chest so I could wrap my arms around him to wash his front. “I’m sure they mean well, and you’re lucky to have so many people who care about you.”
“I have Lincoln too,” he rasped, the words catching in his throat when my fingers reached his cock. I made sure to clean him and tease him without deliberately making him hard. Moving on, I soaped his balls, back further to his hole.
“Tell me more about him.”
“My brother Hunter’s boyfriend. My other brother Marshall’s boyfriend’s best friend.”
