And I’m getting sick of fear dictating us.
“I never could say no to you,” I whisper.
In return, he gives me the most beautiful smile right before kissing me hard. Tugging my head back, his tongue swoops into my mouth, flirting with mine as he walks me toward the bed.
It shouldn’t be so easy to fall into someone. So effortless to descend into this frenzied, intimate dance. Hands roam greedily over clothes, seeking invitation. Lips suck and demand while fingers work the buttons of our shirts in desperate search of skin.
“Are you sore?”
My face burns. “A little.”
He kisses the sensitive spot behind my ear, raising goosebumps. But rather than continue, he retreats.
“I mean, not really,” I stammer, “We don’t have to stop.”
“Wasn’t planning to.” He smirks, grasping my hips and spinning me around, palm landing between my shoulder blades as he shoves my top half to the bed. Immediately, my shorts and boxers are yanked down to expose my ass.
“Wait, I don’t think I’m ready to—”
My voice dies when I twist to find him on his knees behind me.
Good god.
His hands slide up the backs of my thighs to my cheeks, pushing them apart. My breath catches at the hungry gleam in his eyes. Then he kisses the top of my crease.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not fucking you,” he murmurs, flashing wicked grin. “At least not with my dick.”
“What the fuck does that—”
Oh.
Oh…that.
Have I been curious about anal play? Yes. Have I always imagined myself giving rather than the receiving? Also yes. But here I am, bricked and bent over while my not-ex-boyfriend eats my ass in my childhood bedroom.
“Holyfuckingshit.”
His tongue circles my rim again, the vibration of his chuckle making me gasp. He retreats— pauses— then sighs wistfully, “I’ve wanted to do this for fucking ages.”
Sharp pain radiates from my ass cheek.
I yelp, “Did you justbiteme?”
A sloppy lick over the mark and a snicker come in reply.
He taps my hip.
“Be a good boy for me and scoot up.”
That command shouldn’t send more blood to my dick. It really shouldn’t. So why am I getting impossibly harder and eagerly obeying?
I’m fucking hopeless.
The way he’s got me positioned smashes my throbbing cock under me. His palm rubs soothing circles over the bruising bite mark on my ass as he nudges my thighs apart further, reaching beneath for my balls. I suck in a breath at the contact, my hips jerking—
“That’s it, gorgeous, fuck yourself on the mattress.”
He’s trying to kill me.
