Page 325 of Rogue Riders Duet

Perfect.

I get up and strip the rest of the way down. When my sweats hit the floor, I climb back over him, and he just stares as I grab the lube and slick it over my cock in slow strokes, but I want him watching. Want him wanting. The sound is wet, obscene, but I don’t rush it. I want him to ache for me.

His spine arches at the sight like his body is answering mine.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, eyes dragging over every inch of him. He’s flushed, trembling, and glowing. “So damn hot.”

He licks his lips. “So are you, Pretty Boy.”

That earns a smirk from me. Cheeky bastard.

I slide my fingers back between his legs, teasing him open again. He moans and lets his head fall back, lashes fluttering shut as I sink in two fingers, then three. He takes it, greedy and gorgeous.

“You good?”

“Yeah.” He pants.

I ease my fingers out, and his hips twitch at the loss. Then I line my cock up, pressing against his entrance.

“You sure?” I ask again, needing to hear it, needing to see it in his eyes. One wrong move, one shadow of doubt, and I’ll stop, no hesitation, but he looks at me like I hung the goddamn moon.

“I’m sure,” he whispers. “Fuck me, Mase. I want you.”

Goddamn.

I push in carefully, just the tip, and his whole body gasps. He’s tight, tighter than I expected, and the heat of him clenches around me.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” I groan, almost coming right there.

“Thanks.” He pants. “You’re pretty cool too.”

That makes me laugh, which makes me sink in another inch, and Luc’s palm slides down to press against my stomach.

“Wait.”

I freeze instantly. “Does it hurt?”

“No.” His hand slides lower until he’s wrapped around the base of my cock. “Just… fuck, that’s a lot of dick still to go.”

I huff a rough laugh, leaning in to kiss the curve of his collarbone. “Want to stop?”

He shakes his head, stubborn and brave. “No.”

“Want me to keep going?”

“Yes.”

Thank fuck.

I start pushing in again slowly, but he whines, hips bucking up into mine.

“Not so slow.” He gasps.

I hum low in my throat and wrap my hand around his cock again, stroking him with a tight grip. The distraction works, and another inch of me slides in.

I’m going to lose it if we keep this slow pace.

“Faster, Payne,” Luc pants, hips rolling. “You weren’t this slow getting in my mouth.”