“You’remyhero and now you’re the town’s hero too for saving Marion.”
He shook his head and sighed. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you you’re not supposed to feed a stray?”
“She did, actually, but you’re the one who took me in and fed me, remember?” I recalled that day in my kitchen when I’d thrown potatoes at him and he’d wrapped me up in his strong arms to settle me down. I’d hated him then, for invading my home, for what he intended to do to my mother, but even that had been an act of heroism on his part, and a sacrifice he’d made to protect me.
“Bringing you with us was the best decision I ever made,” he murmured, then kissed me again with such tenderness that it made me so wobbly inside. To want someone so much, you’d do anything, risk anything, to keep them… Sometimes it felt as if my emotions were too big for me to hold.
“You didn’t want me though,” I reminded him, because I knew that they’d voted on it, and Cipher hadn’t been on board.
“That’s because you were a brat, but as it turns out, I have a thing for brats.”
“Lucky me,” I said.
“Lucky me,” he echoed. “Now, turn around. It’s your turn.”
I plopped down on my butt with my back to him so that he could scrub it for me. Eventually, he worked his way around to my front, playing with my nipples until I was all out of sorts.
“Touch me,” I moaned and thrust my hips forward to give him a clue. Chuckling, he wrapped his calloused palm around my erection and stroked me a few times. “Yesss,” I hissed when he bit down on the back of my neck. Sucking my neck, he stroked me while I helped him along by rocking into his fist, climbing toward a spectacular release. I was almost to the top when he suddenly stopped.
“Aren’t you going to make me come?” I asked. I may have even whined a little.
“No. I’m teaching you something new.”
“What?”
“Delayed gratification.”
I groaned, long and loud. “That’s cruel. And you said I was the mean one.”
He laughed and told me to kiss him, so I contorted myself so that he could taste me with his tongue. Tugging at my balls with one hand, he swiped along my crack with the washrag and the slight pressure against my hole had me spreading my legs wider. He knew exactly which buttons to push.
“Have you been thinking about bottoming for me?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice raw with lust.
“We should do some exploring. I need a few things first.”
“Like a map and compass?” I teased.
The vibrations of his laugh rumbled through me. “Lube, sweetness, or oil. Lots of it.”
I shivered at the prospect of him stretching me, first with his fingers and then his cock. Would it hurt? Probably in the beginning, but then it would feel good, right? Otherwise, why would people do it?
“You want to fuck me?” I said, trying out the crass word for myself, then immediately feeling bad about it.
“I’ve been dreaming about it,” he growled in my ear. “I only fucked your thighs because I couldn’t have your hole.”
The thought that he’d had to restrain himself made me shiver. “You had a sex dream? About me? Tell me about it.”
“You’re naked on the bed, all strung out and needy, kinda like you are now. Your curls are wild and frizzy and your lips are swollen because you’ve been sucking my cock. You’re begging me with your breathless voice and your pretty eyes.”
“What am I begging for?” I asked.
“My dick, obviously.”
I laughed, my hole clenching at the thought of it. “You want to do bad things to my butt?”
“I want to dogoodthings to your butt,” he rasped and nibbled on my neck. “But only when you’re ready.”
