“You literally ate one bite, Chad.”
“Yeah, I ate, so now I’m ready for the sex. Ravish me, Hubby, I’m ready for you.”
14
JOHN
“Stop calling me that and eat your damn dinner.”
I’m already on edge. It feels like there’s a buzzing under my skin I can’t shake. It was bad enough Chad ran into my brothers at that fucking bar. I’m glad he wasn’t drinking, or who knows what he would’ve let slip in front of them. I spend plenty of time with them all at work, but I wouldn’t say we’re particularly close. Not in the way they are with each other. I have no desire for them to know about my situation with Chad. He’s seriously got to stop using that H-name for me.
I walk away, grabbing an empty cup from the cabinet before filling it with water and taking a long drink. I need to distract myself if Chad’s going to be this blunt about asking for sex when I’m already feeling so unsteady.
“I’m just saying, if you’re about to stick your dick inside of me, the less food in my system, the better, right?”
I choke, nearly spitting out my drink in response to his question.
“That’s the plan tonight, isn’t it? You said we couldn’t havesex two days in a row, and last night we didn’t do anything, so I’m ready.”
I turn back to face him, raising a brow skeptically. “What exactly are you ready for?”
“Anal,” he answers without a shred of hesitation. “The blowjobs were spectacular, but I’ve also been fantasizing about so much more.”
I huff out a breath and run a hand through my hair. What the fuck do I even say to that? Obviously I want to fuck him. But I need to remember this is his first time. “Are you sure you’re ready for that? We don’t have to?—”
“I’m sure! Let’s go.” Before I even realize what’s happening, he’s out of his chair and headed upstairs.
So I guess I’m fucking Chad tonight.
I attempt a deep breath, willing my overeager dick to calm down. I’m so turned on just thinking about it. After how incredible he was the other night, I want to have sex with him again more than anything, but I need to chill the fuck out before I storm up there and do something stupid.
I was too aggressive after the wedding, too worked up after watching him dance with everyone and that kiss against the barn. I can have sex with Chad without giving in to that part of myself. It’s his first time, I can follow his lead, even if that’s not how I usually approach sex.
Knowing he’s up there waiting is only turning me on more, aware he’s as desperate for this as I am and that he’s probably squirming and hard, thinking about me.
“You better not be touching yourself!” I call up as I realize he’s probably not used to waiting and has no idea I don’t want him to start without me. I hurry past the clothes he obviously discarded as he went up the stairs, and freeze in my doorway.
Chad is completely naked. He’s on his hands and knees on my bed, with his ass facing me, and a bottle of lube I don’t recognize is on the sheets next to him.
“So you don’t want me to start prepping myself?” he asks over his shoulder. “Because I’ve gotten pretty good at using my fingers. I can stretch myself for you.”
“No,” I answer, my voice practically a growl.
“Okay,” he responds on an exhale, his pupils flaring as he drops the hand he’d been reaching for the lube with.
“What else?” The question is out before I can stop it.
“What do you mean?”
“What else has been in your ass?” I demand. I know I shouldn’t. His answer doesn’t matter. He doesn’t owe me anything.
But that doesn’t stop relief from flooding me when he responds. “Nothing else. I know I could have gotten a toy or something, but that seemed so impersonal.”
I nod. “Good. Keep it that way.”
He lets out a nervous laugh, still looking at me over his shoulder. “What, you don’t like sex toys or something?”
I shake my head. I should leave it at that. I shouldn’t answer, and yet—“Love them. But that’s another rule. During this arrangement, I’m the only one putting anything in your ass.”
