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The question embarrasses me. He just totally called me out. Color rushes up my neck to quickly set my cheeks on fire. I am the exact opposite of casual right now. I’m needy, and I don’t just want more, I want it all, and he knows.
A satisfied smile quirks his mouth. He’s smirking at me, and I want to lock myself in a bathroom somewhere, but I’m trapped. When I feel trapped, I tend to lash out. “How am I yours exactly?” I snap, circling way back to how this conversation started. “Because it seems a hell of a lot more like you’re mine. My ass to fuck—my cock to suck. My doorman to use.”
His eyes narrow to slits. One of his hands flies up to wrap around my throat. “My heir to ruin.”
I gape.
“My peach to bruise. My mouth to fuck. My cum to milk.”
Holy shit, I’m gonna jizz in my pants.
“Try to come inside her. Try to come at all without thinking of me and where you’d rather be,” he growls, reading the unlikely situation I’m in exactly right.
I haven’t been nearly subtle enough when I’m inside him or kissing him or even trying to seduce him. I’m as slutty queer as I was when I thought I was straight. But caged in here by the sexiest, most gorgeous man I could dream up, I’m not sure I’d suck just any old cock after having his.
I attempt to slam my lips to his, but he moves his head away, still glaring. “Say it.”
“You’re right,” I tell him, my breathy voice bordering on desperate.
“Say the fucking words.”
“I’m yours. Totally.”
“And you’re lucky, too.”
“I know,” I say, nodding, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his shorts so he doesn’t get too far away. “I’m lucky you let me do the things I need to do to you. I’m so fucking lucky.”
“Why?”
“Because nothing feels as good as you do,” I say, hoping it’s the right answer because it’s the truth.
“That’s what I thought.”
“I just want you, Drew. I want you so much. I want you to want me, too.”
“What the fuck do you think I’m doing here besides wanting you?” he asks, and he sounds truly confused.
“I don’t know,” I sigh, my head sagging between us. “Maybe I don’t understand why you would want me at all.” Look, when your own parents don’t want anything to do with you, and the only person who speaks to you is the person you’re being forced to marry, you start to develop some fundamental doubts about your worth.
“I’m not sure I totally understand either,” he says, drawing a glare from me. “But I do want you,” he adds.
I need more than that. Way more, but I don’t want to ruin anything with my big, greedy mouth. I yank his hips closer, stretch my neck to kiss him again, and this time he lets me, but only for a peck. “I need a shower,” he murmurs.
“No. I want you like this.” I run my hands up his sweaty back again, loving all the ridges of muscle, tendons, and bone.
“I stink.”
“I like it.”
He shakes his head once before pressing his tongue into my mouth, and I open wide to take him. The kiss is powerful, possessive, and aggressive. It makes me wonder if he wants me the way I’ve had him. If I should hike myself onto the counter and spread my legs for him to fuck me. If he’d rather that. If I went about how to be with him all wrong in the first place.
I get that we’re both fumbling around in the dark with our newly discovered need to fuck someone of the same sex, but if he wants to bend me over, I’d happily grab my ankles, swear to God.
“Upstairs,” he says, barely able to stop kissing me long enough to make the word come out.
And it takes a few more long lustful moments for me to break away and let him shove me out of the kitchen.
I adjust my erection on the way up to my bedroom, while he’s breathing down my neck to get me there faster.
