“I’m new to this, but don’t you need some prep?” I ask, pushing one finger into him.
He arches and moans, eyes fluttering shut. “Less than someone who isn’t used to it, and it’s the same as with a woman.”
“I told you, I’ve never done this with a woman.” I push further into him, my cock aching.
His eyes snap over, and he stares at me. “I still don’t know how that’s possible.”
“It’s not really a one-night stand type thing,” I add a second finger, watching him stretch. “I love watching your ass take my fingers, Angel baby.”
“Not as good as your cock will look.”
My cock gets harder and the sounds he’s making do not help. I haven’t gotten off in days. I’m not going to last long if he keeps this up, but I want him open and to enjoy this, so I force myself to take my time.
He rides back on my fingers, fucking himself and it’s a miracle I don’t come. I curl my fingers trying to find his prostate and I must be doing something right because his whole body jumps.
“Wolfe.” The way he groans my name fucks me up.
“Please fuck me already.” He presses into my fingers, forcing them deeper.
I reach around his hip and grab his cock with my free hand. “Let me get you off.”
“I want to get off while you’re inside me.”
“I can’t fuck you,” I admit, hoping he doesn’t hate me for it.
THIRTY-THREE
ARCHANGEL
“You just said you wanted to fuck me?” I know hurt is showing in my voice.
What the fuck happened in the last five minutes?
Before he can answer, I say, “Is it because I’m a guy?”
Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have let it go this far.
My eyes burn, and I try to pull away.
He flips me over and pins my hands above my head, and uses his weight to keep me in place, forcing me to look at him. “It’s not about not wanting to fuck you.”
“Then what the fuck is it?”
He speaks through gritted teeth, “If I fuck you now, this worked up, I will destroy you. I don’t want to only do this once.”
I try to stop it, but a laugh leaks out. His face falls, but I grab his arms before he tries to get away.
“I’m not kidding. Don’t fucking laugh at me.”
“You’re not going to hurt me.” I love that he thinks he might. It’s adorable but so unfounded.
“I will. You know how big I am. I know what this body can do.”
I cup his cheek. “Look at me.”
He pulls back enough to look into my eyes. “Yes?”
“I’m not fragile. I’ve told you this. I can take a beating and frankly, I can handle a lot more than puck bunnies can. Think about the sport we play.” I pause, so he registers all that before saying, “And more than that—” I know I have to spell it out for him. “I like it rough. I told you I’ve never found anyone who can throw me around like I want. I want to be fucked through the mattress.”
