Hanlon cups the side of my face, and the gesture feels incredibly intimate, his concern for me written all over his features. I’ve never been big on romance or intimacy, but I let him keep his hand there, his thumb trailing over my beard. Hopefully, if he sees how badly I want to try this with him, he won’t try to talk me out of waiting.
“I promise I’ll make it good for you,” he finally says, making my heart soar.
“I know. I trust you.”
By the timewe wrap up at work, my cock is throbbing with anticipation. I’m excited and a little nervous, but mostly, I’m so fucking horny I can barely seestraight. Hanlon and I still drive separately to work in an effort to field fewer questions, and I call him when he turns off the main road into the parking lot of a convenience store.
“Miss me already?” he asks on the other end of the line.
“Yeah, actually. What are you stopping for?”
“Lube,” he answers simply, making my cock twitch against my thigh.
“We have lube,” I argue.
“We don’t haveenoughlube,” he corrects.
Oh.
“Make it fast,” I breathe into the phone, one hand on the steering wheel, the other palming my erection.
“While I’ve got you on the phone, let me tell you what I need you to do for me.”
God, I love when Hanlon takes control.
“I’m listening.”
“When you get home, pour yourself a drink. Use bourbon or whiskey—something heavy and warm that will help you relax. Then, I want you to grab the lube off the nightstand and take it in the shower with you. Wash every inch of your body first. And Stone?”
“Mmhmm?”
“Imeanevery. Single. Inch. Because that’s exactly where I plan to put my mouth tonight, do you understand?”
Is he saying… “You’re going to…” I can’t even finish the sentence.
“I’m going to devour your fucking ass, Stone. Fuck you with my tongue and fingers before my dick gets anywhere near you. I’m going to lick and suck your hole until you’re a writhing mess, tangled in the sheets, cock leaking,desperateto be filled.” I swerve over the solid line before correcting and swallowing hard. “And I want you relaxed from the start. So, as I was saying, wash every inch of your body. Then, I want you to thoroughlycoat one finger with the lube and get familiar with the sensation of having a finger up your ass because it’s going to feel strange at first, and the more you know going into this, the less your body will fight me. If you have questions before I get home. Call or text me…and if it hurts, add more lube. Discomfort is okay; pain is not.”
Somehow, I manage not to crash before getting home, and I immediately start on my to-do list, suddenly grateful for Logan’s bullshit antics and the way they got me so stressed that I skipped lunch.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m done washing, and am bent forward, bracing myself with a hand on the shower wall as the fingers on my other hand enter my body. I push too hard at first, tensing against the intrusion, and I cry out in pain.
More lube.
This time, I slather it around my holeandon my finger. Getting back into position, I try again, much more slowly this time.
I time my movement with my breathing and push forward as I exhale. To my relief, it works, and before I know it, I’m inside myself.
I can’t believe I never thought to do this before, but then again, if my sexual appetite was dormant, and I wasn’t horny as hell, why would I randomly shove my fingers up my ass?
I wouldn’t.
But Hanlon makes me want to. He makes me needy and desperate for his touch. He makes my dick swell and my heart race. He makes me laugh and want to experience everything he’s willing to give me.
Thinking about Hanlon distracts me from the slight burn, turning the pain into pleasure, and soon, I’m rocking back onto my hand.
“I’ve never seen anything so hot in all mylife.” Hanlon’s voice startles me, and I pull my hand away from my ass in embarrassment. “No, baby,” he coos. “Don’t stop. Let me watch. You’re doing so fucking well,” he praises, causing my tip to answer with a bead of precum.
“It’s awkward,” I admit.
