My vision turns red. Something wild and dangerous inside of me is gearing up. He’s waving a bright red flag in front of a restless bull, egging me on so beautifully I could scream.
He’s kind of… perfect.
I circle his rim only twice before I shove a singular finger in as far as it’ll go, causing Landon to cry out, his body tensing around the intrusion. But he’s not fighting me—no, he’s rocking back onto me, practically begging for more.
I drag my finger back out, slapping his ass before I shove it back in.
“F-fuck!” he shouts, his head dangling between his shoulders as his arms shake.
“That’s right, little Lanny,” I praise. “Let me hear it.”
“Oh, god. Why is this so hot?” he damn near whines, and I shove another finger in with the first, certain he’ll like it more this way.
With more of a burn.
And I’m right; Landon moans, long and loud as I scissor my fingers, prepping him rough and quick. I don’tactuallywant to hurt him. Not for real. But this? Giving him the bare minimum and watching him fall apart for it? Shit. I could do this all damn day.
By the time I shove a third finger into him, he’s gasping and trembling, shoving back onto me steadily as he searches for more. Forme.
It drives me so crazy that before I can even think about it, my knees give out, and my tongue joins my fingers in their assault.
I have to taste him. I have to know if he’s sweet here, too.
“Nate, please,”he begs, his voice choked.
A low groan leaves me, and I run my clean hand through my hair to push it from my forehead as I stand, ripping my own clothes off before slipping on the condom.
But I’m curious. So fucking curious and greedy for it, that I can’t stop myself from reaching around him and stroking his dick, collecting the precome building there.
Landon cries out, twitching in my hand. But I don’t linger. Instead, I bring my fingertips to my tongue, sucking his arousal from my own skin.
“Landon,”I moan, the musky taste of him exploding inside of my mouth, making my own shaft twitch.
He’s sweeteverywhere.
“That’s right,” he pants out. “Good, huh? I’ve been told that I tastereallygood.”
Now I’m seeing red again, for a completely different reason.
Gripping the back of his neck, I bring my lips to his ear, murmuring a threat I plan to make good on. “Mention fuckinganother man again, and you willneverfeel my cock pounding into you. Ever.”
Landon shivers, his arms wobbling as he whispers, “Okay.”
Satisfied, I notch the tip of my dick against his hole, feeling it twitch, feeling the heat of it. How tight it looks.
“When was the last time you got fucked?” I ask, completely disregarding my own warning.
“You just said—”
“When, Landon!”
He groans, shoving further back against me as he says, “Last year. With Julian.”
On the one hand, I can’t believe it’s been that long for him. I mean, he really is good-looking, and he has that sneaky little gift that grants him his every wish. On the other? Pure. Fucking. Rage.
“I’m going todestroyyou,” I growl, pushing against his resistance until my head pops through the tight muscle of his hole.
“R-right back at you,” he forces out, sweating and taking unsteady breaths as I sink deeper inside of his body.
