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Eric smiled, and my chest tightened. I was in so much fucking trouble.
“Go get it,” he ordered. “Don’t make me wait all day.”
I slapped his ass, making him jump, then I reached up under one of the pillows and pulled out a tube of lube.
After flicking the top open, I slicked up my fingers and pressed into him, gasping at the heat as his ass drew my digits in. I worked them in and out, stretching him. He flexed his hips, pushing back to take more.
“You like that?”
“I do. I expected you to just drive your cock into me.”
“Just because you’re the first man I’ve been with doesn’t mean I’ve never done anal before. I know you need a little warming up.” I widened my fingers, pressing against his now slick walls.”
Eric sucked in his breath. “That’s enough warming up. I’m more than ready.”
“There’s no need to rush. You’re not going anywhere tonight. We have plenty of time.”
He reached back, seized my free hand, and dragged it to his dick. “Feel how hard I am? I need you.”
His words hit me so hard I lost the rhythm I was using. He needed me. Me. Not a soldier, not a protector. Me. I suddenly felt too exposed.
Then he wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and I made a strangled sound. He was hard as steel. He felt like me… but not. My hand knew the motions to make, but I couldn’t quite accept that I was doing this to another man, that it wasn’t my cock in my hand. And yet, it felt almost as good as if it were.
I worked his cock faster and harder, leaving my fingers stuffed in his ass.
“God, Ambrose, this is… I… Fuck, you’re going to make me come before you’re inside me.”
Did I want to do that? I wanted to feel his ass squeeze around my cock, but I also wanted to watch him, to feel his cum all over my hand. I wanted to experience everything with him because I was probably going to push him away in the morning. “I’ll just have to make you come again later.”
“I don’t think I—”
“I do.” I kept working him and started fucking his ass again with my fingers, going as deep as I could. I knew the moment I found his prostate.
He bucked against me and gasped. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“Never.” I was never going to want to. I was sure of that.
I thought of how good his mouth had felt on my cock, how he was willing to get on his knees for me—a criminal, an insane wreck of a man more comfortable with gators than people. He wasn’t afraid of me. He wanted me, and he made me want… No, I wasn’t ready. I would probably never be ready.
I dragged my fingers over his prostate again, and that was all it took. He jerked against my hand, and I felt his hot cum shoot from his cock, over and over, running down my fingers and dripping onto the bed. His climax seemed to last forever, and I had to hold myself back from joining him. I hadn’t even touched my cock, and it was ready to go off. I hadn’t come spontaneously since I was in my early teens.
He sank down to his elbows, and his head dropped between his arms. I let my fingers slip from his ass and just watched his sides expand and contract as his breaths came fast and shallow. I wiped my hand on the sheet, then slid both hands up his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles.
I was going to need a few minutes if I wasn’t going to come that second. I thrust into him. I massaged his shoulders, then gripped the back of his neck, pressing my fingers in.
“You don’t have to hold me down.” His voice was hoarse. “I’m very willing.”
He was going to undo me completely.
I squeezed his neck harder. “Maybe I like holding you down.”
He chuckled. “You can be as rough with me as you want.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you’ve seen me in action.”
“I have. I’ve watched you kill a man, remember? You’re not going to scare me away.”
I almost asked why, but I bit back the words in time. If I questioned him too much, he might change his mind. I didn’t know if I could bear him walking away.
But aren’t you planning to walk away from him?
Not before I find out just how good this could be. I needed to fully experience this—being with someone who truly wanted me—at least once.
I removed my hand from his neck and kissed him where I’d left red marks. They would fade, but I intended to fuck him hard enough that it would be a while before his ass stopped reminding him of me every time he sat down. “You might want to hold on to something.”
