“No, wanting sex.”
I found the waistband of his sweatpants, traced the elastic, and felt his stomach tense beneath my touch.
“You want me to suck you?”
“I don’t know,” he stared up at me, and there was confusion in his silver eyes.
“You don’t know?” I wriggled once more, and he let out a soft moan.
“I need you to fuck me,” he murmured, and then he gripped my wrists, stilling me. Not to push me away—to hold me there, suspended. His thumbs pressed into the pulse points at the base of my palms. Studying. Always fucking studying.
“You’re injured,” I said, so freaking hard myself that it hurt. What I wouldn’t give to be inside him right now.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not.”
I twisted my wrists, breaking his hold, and slid my hands up his chest, over the cross tattooed above his heart, resting over his heart, reassuring myself he was there.
“I’ve been fine for days,” he said. Something flickered in his eyes—annoyance, maybe, or the first crack in that ironclad composure.
“I’ll ride you, and you don’t move a muscle.”
He stiffened then; his fingers flexed, released their hold on my hips, and fell away. “I want that,” he said.
I reached for the lube on the nightstand, the bottle cool in my palm, squeezing some onto my fingers, watching his gaze track the movement, as I reached behind and began to stretch myself. He never stopped staring into my eyes, deadly focused, his fingers trailing a path from my hips to my belly.
“Ready?” I asked, and smoothed lube over his cock.
“I’ve never fucked anyone,” he said, his lips pressing into a thin line. The words came out rough, almost as if he had toyank them from somewhere deep inside. A tightness flickered in his eyes, and I felt his fingers tremble where they gripped me—an unexpected hint of nerves. “No one. Not ever,” he added, his voice so low I barely caught it. For a second, he looked away, as if uncertain of how I would react, before meeting my gaze again with a flicker of raw honesty that left him exposed.
I stared at him. “Really?”
“No.” His thumbs traced circles on the insides of my wrists, slow and distracting. “Not with anyone.”
“You certainly give off big scary top vibes.”
“The only man I’ve ever been with is you. I’ve never wanted it.” He paused a moment. “Not until I decided we were going to be together.”
I shifted, pressing closer, feeling the way his cock jerked against my thigh. “And now?”
His hands slid up my arms, over my shoulders, his touch rough, almost desperate. “Now I want this, but if I do it wrong, you have to stop me.” He reached up and cradled my face. “I will never hurt you.”
“I’ve got you.” I leaned in, my lips brushing his jaw, his stubble rough against my skin. “I’vealwaysgot you.”
A shudder ran through him, his body tensing beneath mine. For a second, I thought he’d pull away, and then he nodded. “I want this. I want you.”
I positioned myself, eased down, the burn delicious, the stretch too much, and then not enough, and finally he was deep inside me.
He twisted his fingers around the head of my cock, his thumb pressing into the slit, and my thoughts scattered.
“Leon,” I choked out, my voice raw. “Fuck—” His hand left my cock, and I whined at the loss, but then his fingers were digging into my hip, and I rocked back on him, and it took my breath.
“Do you like being mine?” he asked, and for the first time, there was a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
“Yes—” The word was torn out of me as I rocked back onto him. “Fuck—!” My voice broke, my orgasm taking my breath, cock pulsing against his chest, Novak’s eyes open, his neck bared as he fucked up into me, and then his expression... so beautiful.
“My Caleb,” he said as he came, and then his eyes closed, and he groaned.
