“You say you’re not fancy, but you look like a fucking fae prince,” I huff.
“Wha-aaaah,” he moans when I cut his question short by adding a second finger, scissoring them to work him open for me, just as I’ve read Noah do.
“You heard me.” My free hand glides up his thigh and to his hip, holding him down when he’s trying to lift his hip again. “You always hide inside these big old shirts and behind that stubborn frown of yours, calling yourself a farm boy from the smallest corner of Vermont, but then, once every layer is peeled off, you look like royalty.”
“Y-you’re being ridiculou—aaah, Micah!” he cries out, one arm thrown over his eyes, toes curling on the sheets, bringing my movement to a sudden halt.
“Fuck, are you okay?” I ask, but he’s already bearing down on my fingers again.
“Do it again. Do it again!” he demands feverishly, and I laugh with relief, catering to his wishes by driving my fingers in deep again, then curling the first digit in search of his prostate.
“Oh yeah, right there, fuuuck,” he chants with euphoria, spreading his legs even wider for me.
“What does it feel like?” I’m curious now as I try to establish a slow rhythm, my eyes eagerly taking in his flush, the way it’s spreading down his neck and chest.
“Good.Sogood! Like…like…waves of…I can’t describe it,” he groans, his back arching under the penetration. “Do…do a third!”
“Already? Are you—”
“Micah! A third finger!Now.”
I bite back a laugh when he snaps at me like that, his voice taking on a demanding edge that I haven’t heard with him before.
“I think I finally understand the meaning ofbossy bottom,” I joke as I carefully enter a third finger into him, focusing on spreading him rather than fucking him on them. I take more time than Linden is willing to give us, and I still don’t feel ready when he finally grabs the lube, outright tossing it at me.
“Micah. Either fuck me now or watch me come all over myself,” he whines, and I shiver at that mental image.
“You have to work on your threats, sweetheart, because that sounds like an invitation,” I purr, pulling my fingers out.
He hisses at me, either from the loss or my words, but I’m already busy spreading a generous amount of lube on myerection. My head falls back with a low moan as I give myself one slow jerk.
“Fuck, I really hope I won’t embarrass myself here, but watching you like this, all spread out and open and sodemanding…”
“Doesn’t matter, you can always go back in with your tongue.” He grins at me, stretching out his hand. I grip his legs to hook them over my shoulders, then take it, intertwining our fingers as I line myself up with his entrance. Our eyes meet, and I’m ready to ask one final time when he shakes his head at me.
“Touchdown. Or Hail Mary, I don’t know.”
“What?” I blink, and he laughs, high again but also solid, the sound wrapping around me like a warm blanket.
“The opposite ofoffside—whatever that is, I’m good. I want this. I want it to beyou.” He squeezes my hand one more time, and I nod, pulling his knuckles against my lips.
“Tell me to stop in case you’re hurting,” I whisper, almost lightheaded from nerves. This shouldn’t be such a big deal, and yet I know I won’t ever forget this moment.
I enter him slowly, first the tip, then another inch, my hands digging into the mattress on either side of his head.
Beneath me, Linden whimpers softly.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” I murmur, my voice coming out strained while I fight for every ounce of self-control that will keep me from just sinking into the tight heat awaiting me.
“Fuck, you feel so much…bigger like…this,” he babbles.
Something between a laugh and a moan slips over my lips. “I hope you didn’t just say that because you read it somewhere.”
“Shut up and…fuck, just…c’mon!” he urges, his hands fisting the sheets until he accidentally pulls one of the corners loose.
I take one more deep breath, then capture his lips with mine. The moment my tongue glides into his mouth, I bear down,sliding all the way in while hungrily absorbing his moans and pleas.
We find our rhythm easily, sliding together like two puzzle pieces made for each other. Soon enough, our moans fill the room, the headboard banging against the wall with a dull thump every time I drive into him.
