Oh shit he’s asking me to…
I’ve dreamed of every intimate act with him, but this one more than any. Resting my sweat-dampened forehead on his, I search his stare for doubt. For fear. For some indication that he’s only saying this because he thinks it’s what I want. But all I find is a little apprehension and a whole lot of desire.
“Are you sure?”
Without dropping my gaze, his chin dips.
My heart swells ten times its size. He’s offering me every raw, beautiful piece of himself and I’ve never wanted him more. I’ve already fallen so hard; it’s incomprehensible how far I’ll fall if given all of him.
Smiling against his lips, I whisper, “Tell me again.”
I’m gifted a sweet kiss as he breathes, “Fuck me, Remy.”
Jesusfuckingchrist. My cock throbs as I withdraw my finger from his ass. He whines in protest and I grin. “Take them out, baby.”
Pitch black pupils swallow his irises. I playfully nip his nose. “Yeah, you heard me right, you’remybaby too.”
By the way he attacks my mouth, I take it he's into it. Reluctantly, I break from his fervent kisses to get the bottle of lube from the nightstand while he sucks on my neck. I’m so worked up, my hands shake as I squirt a generous amount of the slippery liquid into my palm, warming it up before slathering it on my length.
Win pauses to watch. Then licks his lips. I smirk and brush a lock of dark hair from his eyes. “How do you want me?”
He gapes at me like I just spoke a foreign language. His shock is a bullet to the chest.
Skimming my lips over the shell of his ear, I whisper, “Can I show you what I imagined us doing on that call?”
Goosebumps rise across his skin. He nods.
“On your other side for me.”
This time, he’s quick to move. I grasp his hip and ease him back until we’re flush, the curve of his ass pressed to my crotch. My cock glides between his cheeks and a moan rakes out of my throat. He cranes his neck to look at me over his shoulder, a hint of anxiety breaking through the fog of lust.
A beat passes.
Then he reaches back, fingers tangling in the hair at the base of my skull and yanks my mouth to his. Tentatively, I thrust between his cheeks, grazing his rim. Again. And again.
“Baby,” he pants. “Please.”
“Please what?”
He groans. “You know what.”
I grin.
On my next pass, he arches—
Both of us gasp as my dick notches his hole. His entire body stiffens. Snaking my arm around his waist, I trail my fingertips through his iliac crest over the Latin script inked there. Reminding him.
You’re more than what’s been done to you.
Grey eyes lock on mine as I wrap a hand around his cock.
“I never let you go,” I whisper. “And I never will.”
His fist in my hair tightens while the rest of him relaxes enough for me to enter—
Heaven.
He gasps, “Ohshit,” his ass constricting around my sensitive tip.
